Heaven (My Special Place)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is from a prompt my junior year of high school. My creative writing teacher read a scene to us that was very vague, she had us fill in the blanks. This is what I came up with.

Submitted: January 17, 2012

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I push the doors open and feel the perfect seventy-two degree weather against my skin. I walk out onto a perfect meadow. Grass perfectly cut and just the right shade of green. No sticks, hole or any other imperfections allowing the meadow’s beauty to be penetrated. I reluctantly step in the grass, not wanting to diminish the artistry around me. Across the meadow, there is a forest with a trail that looks to be well worn. As I walk to the trail, my curiosity builds to see where it leads.
 
I look around, seeing the trees and all the flowers; none of them neither dead nor dying. There is a plethora of trees: oak, maple, sycamores, and weeping willows. I graze my fingers along the leaves of the weeping willows as I walk past. The trail is lined with a variety of flowers: purple Roses, yellow Tulips, Irises, Forget-Me-Nots and pink Carnations. The trail is warm beneath my feet, I am hypnotized by the natural beauty of the forest to really know what I’m walking on.
 
After a few minutes of walking, I come across a stream. It’s full of life, just like the forest. The stream’s main inhabitants are angelfish. Their vibrant orange fins reflect off of the water’s light. I step on the bridge made of stone and continue my journey of the trail. The scent of Roses and Carnations harmonize together to create the perfect scent. The scent is so dream like.
 
The entire forest is like a dream. It seems like this place is my own personal Heaven.
 
I feel the temperature rise to a nice eighty-seven degrees, and the trail has softened. I look down to see my toes sink into sand. I quickly glance up and take in my surroundings.
I’m in my favorite place: Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. The waves crashing against the sand, their sound mimicking the chorus of a thousand angels. To the left is the boardwalk, full of food stands, trinket shops and people. Tons of people walking, running, or takiing in the scenery.
 
I walk along the shore, staring at the ground, I see someone has fallen into step with me. I look up and see my great-grandmother. I stare, confused. She passed away a year ago. She softly laughs and smile’s a grandmother’s smile, loving and warm. Her hair is still white and fluffy. Her body fragile and petite. There is a faint glow around her. It’s like she’s an angel sent from Heaven to see me.
 
“G.G.?” I ask, not sure if it’s really her.
 
“Oh my land, Katie. You have grown so much! How’s my Miss America?”
 
I hug her. There is nothing else I can do. My arms are tight around her neck, a tear slides down my cheek. The last time I saw her, she was being lowered into her grave. Seeing her after a year brings back so many emotions.
 
I let go and we walk in silence, for a few beats. I am unable to answer her question, but I have so many for her. I’m afraid to ask, but my curiousity gets the best of me.
“G.G., are you happy?”
 
“Of course, I am. Why do you ask?” She places her wrinkly, pale hand on my shoulder. I notice that she is still wearing her wedding ring.
I pause and think before I answer, “I’m just wondering.”
 
“Ah, I see. Do you have any other questions?”
 
I look down sheepishly, embarassed by my next question, “What’s Heaven like?”
 
She waits a moment before she answers, “It’s more than words can describe. Katie, you can combine every sunset, every wonder of the world, any artwork and none of them would even come close to the beauty you’ll experience.” She smiles. I know she is happy.
 
Her pain is gone and happiness surrounds her. That’s all I can ask for. I sliently say a thank you to God.
 
“I must go. Stay beautiful. I love you.” and just as quickly as she appeared, she’s gone.
 
I double back and head back to the trail. My eyes filled with tears. I miss her and want her to stay. But she is happy.
 
My trail is a little brighter, like it’s been taken care of by a grandmother. The flowers are even more beautiful and trees are taller. The meadow is still perfect. Even more so. Almost as if God made this for me.
 
I walk back through the doors, and walk through the halls and join my classmates as if nothing happened.
 
I notice a bump under the paper on my desk. I lift it and see the wedding ring that my G.G. was wearing at the beach. There is a note next to it that reads:
“My Miss America, I leave this ring with you. In your care. I am always with you. No matter what happens in your life. I want you to know that I love you with all my heart. Keep this next to your heart. I love you.”
 
A single tear streams down my cheek, as I whisper, “I love you, too, G.G.”


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