Emily Frasier P.2
My tears fell upward as I barreled to the earth. The wind blasting through my hair while gravity decided to take a tole on my body, making it contortion into pretzel like shapes. I cried out in pain, but no one heard me considering I was just leaving the Earth’s mesosphere. Even if I was closer, the wind drowned out any hope of human help. I wasn’t used to this body, this outer shell that so easily concealed my true identity. Most would find this experience terrifying, but I find it somewhat peaceful. I’m in slow motion. I see every insect, the beat of every flies buzzing wings. I smell the air, the sweet, foreign oxygen so many of my family believes is deadly. Venom, they described it as. “ They venom air fit for the serpents called humans to breath.”
I was never supposed to be here. I’d never thought I’d be here. I look at all the things I’ve always envied. The vibrant colors attatched to 40 feet tall brown stubs. Those must be tree’s. On top of those brown stubs were an assortment of molded blobs of beautiful colors I’ve never seen in all my lifetimes. I’ve always heard that they change pigmentation during a certain time of the year, which I believe they call Fall. Huh, what a fitting name for my current situation. I’m suddenly in the realization that I’m plummeting to my death. I see the deep green field that won’t stop getting closer. I smell the Earthly air that just seems to be getting stronger, almost intoxicating. I feel the wind in my long hair, which is reaching away from me, trying to save itself from the cold hands trying to drag me down. I just arrived here and now I must leave. What a shame. After all I’ve worked for and been through, you’d think I’d have gotten to stay longer. Oh well. The ground is near and I believe I must go now. I close my eyes and leave just before the impact.
My tears fell upward as I barreled to the earth. The wind blasting through my hair while gravity decided to take a tole on my body, making it contortion into pretzel like shapes. I cried out in pain, but no one heard me considering I was just leaving the Earth’s mesosphere. Even if I was closer, the wind drowned out any hope of human help. I wasn’t used to this body, this outer shell that so easily concealed my true identity. Most would find this experience terrifying, but I find it somewhat peaceful. I’m in slow motion. I see every insect, the beat of every flies buzzing wings. I smell the air, the sweet, foreign oxygen so many of my family believes is deadly. Venom, they described it as. “ They venom air fit for the serpents called humans to breath.”
I was never supposed to be here. I’d never thought I’d be here. I look at all the things I’ve always envied. The vibrant colors attatched to 40 feet tall brown stubs. Those must be tree’s. On top of those brown stubs were an assortment of molded blobs of beautiful colors I’ve never seen in all my lifetimes. I’ve always heard that they change pigmentation during a certain time of the year, which I believe they call Fall. Huh, what a fitting name for my current situation. I’m suddenly in the realization that I’m plummeting to my death. I see the deep green field that won’t stop getting closer. I smell the Earthly air that just seems to be getting stronger, almost intoxicating. I feel the wind in my long hair, which is reaching away from me, trying to save itself from the cold hands trying to drag me down. I just arrived here and now I must leave. What a shame. After all I’ve worked for and been through, you’d think I’d have gotten to stay longer. Oh well. The ground is near and I believe I must go now. I close my eyes and leave just before the impact.