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Magic Touch

The eyes were sunken into the head of the blue-tinted body, which smelled of a familiar decomposition, similar to that dead cat she’d been forced to dissect in science class. Death was a new sensation for Charlotte, her first time experiencing it on this mild spring day. Remembering her parents discussing a missing man from their small town, Charlotte deduced she had found him. What a triumphant victory. Her feet stumbled as she ran away, but not before she had taken special notice of the decaying corpse that lay still. About a mile away – or five in the eyes of a child – was the closest road and she followed it home. Only able to conjure a light sleep, Charlotte dreamed of the deterioration she had left behind.

Creeping carefully down a path laced with hemlock, Charlotte walked along the steps she’d taken during the day. Diverging from the road, she traced an unbeaten deer path to the end of a row of trees. She knew where to go from the circling buzzards. Near a secreted lake where cattails grew like wildflowers, the body lay stagnant. The water revealed the carefully hidden body, partially submerged. Now he was more recognizable than before; he looked almost alive.

“How is this possible?” she whispered to herself in horror.

Remembering what her science teacher had told her about death and the decomposition cycle, how decomposition was a quick and unforgiving process, she began her cycle of curiosity.

She leaned in. Getting a closer look at the corpse beneath her seemed to dull her interest, but it didn’t quite satisfy it. She noted his missing shirt, swollen belly, blue tint that seemed less blue than before. She found a nearby stick. After poking his chest, she was unsure what to do next. He didn’t budge. Charlotte wanted to touch him, to feel how cold he was. She leaned in once more, now with a more devious intent. Curiosity took over her mind and body as she placed her delicate finger on the corpse’s shoulder.

Charlotte’s hand touched the shoulder of the dead man, and she was jolted awake by the shock of his reaction. She jumped out of bed, ran to her window to see what time it was. She noticed it was light outside; her parents must be at work. She grabbed a light jacket and slammed her feet into her lighted sketchers. The door crashed shut.

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“Curiosity took over her mind and body as she placed her delicate finger on the corpse’s shoulder.” Photo from: www.planetside.co.uk

Charlotte knew her path. Led only by fear, excitement, curiosity, and hungry birds, she flew down along the hemlock trees and trampled the deer trail. She disturbed the lake with her feet, unable to slow her erratic pace. She looked at the body and was immediately relieved that it was all a dream. The man lay there, as blue as when she’d left him eight house ago, perhaps more.

For good measure, Charlotte had to recreate her nightmare. She leaned in, took a stick and poked his chest. Nothing moved but the water supporting the body. Looking at the unnatural hue of his face, the question crept into her mind. Do all corpses decompose this quickly? A proper girl would have pushed the thought far from her mind, but Charlotte allowed herself to dwell on the idea for several minutes before continuing with her endeavor. She reached her hand towards his shoulder. Noticing every crevice the decomposition had left on the body, she was careful not to deviate from last night’s dream.

She didn’t have time to process what his skin felt like until a blue-black, half decomposed hand appeared, grabbing hers.

Just breathe

Insomnia is the dark cloud that looms over your head late at night, taunting you, laughing at you as you toss and turn, as you beg for sleep to overtake you. It’s the endless thoughts that consume your mind, creating false insecurities and exaggerated life dreams that keep you thinking and contemplating everything that has ever happened in your life.

You obsess over every little thing that happened during the day, from a small conversation you had with you professor to deciding what you want to do with your life after college. Insomnia has zero mercy.

Don't be this guy. Just breathe through it. Photo from theawkwardyeti.com
Don’t be this guy. Just breathe through it. Photo from theawkwardyeti.com

No one can help the intensity or frequency that insomnia has on their life. People always say “Just relax! Stop thinking and go to sleep.” If it were that easy, insomnia wouldn’t be an issue, but unfortunately, no one can physically turn off their thoughts, their hopes, their chronic dark thoughts that enter the mind no matter the time of day.

Insomnia doesn’t care how physically and emotionally tired you are. The constant, unwavering thoughts that burn holes through your brain don’t care about how badly your eyes burn, how your head feels too heavy to even lift off your pillow, how your legs ache from the exhausting day, consisting of walking across campus multiple times in order to get to your classes on time.

The only way I can treat my insomnia is to let my brain do its thinking, let it work out all the anxieties, all the problems and insecurities that course through your mind all day everyday, and after an hour, if those thought fail to cease, try to focus on your breathing, in and out. Focus on the rise and fall of your chest, the feeling of the oxygen entering your lungs, then exiting. Breath in positive thoughts, exhale negative ones. It’s the only way I can gently and calmly fall asleep without the constant dread of excessive thoughts failing to let me sleep.

All you can do with insomnia is try your best to breathe, to let your brain do its thinking, and don’t stress about the lack of sleep you’re getting. Focus on the good and let go of the bad.

Follow your dreams

Have you ever dreamt about something great in life? About following your passion? About doing what you love, even though you’ve been discouraged by many? So have I. In elementary school, you’re taught to follow your dreams. You’re told,“You can be anything you want to be if you set your mind to it!”, no matter how out-of-the-box it might seem. As a little kid, you’d never think your dream would be crushed by reality, but once you enter high school and college, you see how ugly life can be.

Martin Luther King gives his "I Have A Dream" speech. Graphic from ABC News
Martin Luther King gives his “I Have A Dream” speech. Graphic from ABC News

Raise your hand if you put your dream aside to go to college and do what your parents and society thinks you should do. Are you raising your hand? Because I am. I always thought that having big dreams was a weakness, that wanting to do something that isn’t necessarily “realistic” was one of my biggest faults. That is, until I woke up and realized that wanting something bigger and better for myself was a gift, that being creative and artistic doesn’t have to take a back seat to science and math.

Having a passion is what gets me through the day. It’s what gets me out of bed in the morning and allows me to continue to do the things that I don’t necessarily enjoy doing. It’s the one thing that makes me understand why I was put on this earth and that reason is to create music.

Singing is the one thing that I really feel passionate about. Right now, it’s only a hobby but I hope one day to be able to create a career out of it. Of course, nowadays in the music industry, being able to sing is only the first step into making it. You also need to play at least one instrument if not more, read music, write songs, and so on.

It isn’t as simple as it used to be, but I don’t let the discourage me. I won’t let the “unrealistic career choice” statement affect me anymore.

It shouldn’t be about what other people think about your passion. It should be about what you think your purpose in life is, what your true calling is. Don’t let society run your life anymore.

My one piece of advice for you is this: follow your heart because in the end, only you have to live with the decisions you make. You can either be happy that you tried to follow your dreams, whether you succeeded or failed, or you fall asleep at night wondering what could have been. The choice is yours.

Outside of Greentown: Chapter 5

A dark shadow crept from corner to corner in a dimly lit alley. The figure came ever closer, moving quickly. I started to run back toward the street. I could see the light at the end. It was still so far away. I could feel my heart throbbing heavily in my chest, fueled by adrenaline. The air rushed past my ears and kept me from hearing any advancing footsteps. I couldn’t afford to turn around in case she was still following me. Continue reading Outside of Greentown: Chapter 5

From our perspective: The importance of goals

The definition of a goal is a person’s ambition or effort; an aim or desired result. We at Whim believe goals are important to achieve any aspirations one might have in life.

Take all of us RU students for example. Why are we in college? A lot of us probably share the same goals of graduating, getting a degree and then becoming a contributing citizen of society. Whether we realize it or not, we are all on a journey to achieving our long-term goals. Continue reading From our perspective: The importance of goals

Near-death experiences: Haunting or hooey?

Roughly 3 percent of Americans claim to have had a near-death experience (NDE). For the “survivors,” such experiences are unforgettable, and are often touted as peeks behind the mortal veil. Science has once again dared to put the supernatural under a microscope, however, and it turns out there are some pretty concrete biological causes for these supposed voyages into the nether realms. Continue reading Near-death experiences: Haunting or hooey?