A Fantasy Crash Landing | Teen Ink

A Fantasy Crash Landing MAG

By Anonymous

   No one listened to her. They said she was an outcast, a rebel. She believed in peace, not war. She believed in choices, not commands. She knew right from wrong. She lived in a fantasy that was all her own. She shared it with no one, with no friends - just her crude and selfish father. She was often found hiding out in her dark, draped room, listening to hard rock, writing about suicide and abuse, and talking to no one. They said she had cold, hard-core eyes. No sympathy. Just darkness. They were wrong.

She was alone. Never did she figure that she would find an equal. Someone to share her mind. Someone to search her soul, so she could search theirs. And so, she never bothered to look. She thought she was special, that there was no one equal to her. Not superior, but equal.

And so it happened, she found him. Or rather, he found her. He came to her like a fantasy. She was sitting around, thinking her thoughts. He rode by her on a motorcycle. She glanced, but caught her interest for only a second, since it was just someone on a motorcycle. He slowed to a stop and gazed at her through the face shield on his helmet. Then he left.

That same day, he rode by again. This time, without a helmet. She was sitting at that same spot, thinking those same thoughts. She looked at him as he passed by and took note of his shiny, straight, black hair, the same as hers. She put the thought out of her mind and continued to think. Minutes later, he drove by yet again. This time, loud music was playing. She recognized the song. It was her favorite. As he slowed to stare at her again, she noticed his eyes, crystal green, the same as hers. She became confused, but not so confused that she looked away. Instead, she gazed at the handsome stranger. Then he left.

It was days before she saw him again, but he came to her the same way, with the same song playing and the same intense look.

This time, she was ready for him. She stood up as he slowed to a stop and approached him. Their eyes, just inches apart, gazed with honesty and integrity. They both became aware of a longing, a need, a wanting to be together, to teach one another, to protect each other. He raised his chin and held out his hand for her.

She looked at his hand and glanced back at her house. There in the window, staring at her crossly was her father, waiting for her. She smiled.

She took the stranger's hand and climbed on behind him. She saw her father run from the window and open the door. She waved and whispered in the stranger's ear "Go." He complied and they took off, never looking back.

Ten days later, her father was giving her eulogy with a handful of people and the handsome stranger looking on, handcuffs on his wrists. She crashed his motorcycle destructively into a tree. She never knew what hit her. But the stranger did. And he told her, in a dwelling far beyond all his tomorrows, where she waited for her handsome stranger to take her away again, to a place that words could never describe. Her fantasy had come true.

Similar Articles


This article has 4 comments.

i love this !

on May. 2 2011 at 6:34 pm
RiverSong BRONZE, Baltimore, Maryland
3 articles 0 photos 100 comments
I thought this was extremely well-written.  Like Asianflowers said, it draws the reader in.  Consider adding some more to it, maybe about the girl's relationship with the stranger, or her relationship with her father; I would definitely come back to read a longer version.  Nice job!

Tinytim BRONZE said...
on Dec. 25 2010 at 3:36 pm
Tinytim BRONZE, Minneapolis, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All our knowledge has its origins in our perceptions. "
Leonardo Da Vinci

This was abosluetly amazing, It changed how i deciphered fantasy. One Hundred Thumbs up and a pat on the back to you!!!!!!!!!!

on Jun. 19 2010 at 1:55 pm
Chinadoll BRONZE, Dallas, Texas
3 articles 0 photos 172 comments

I believe this doesn't have any comments yet. This is amazing! I love it! It drew me in on the first sentance. Beautiful, it gives that warm fuzzy feeling after you read it. Great job! 5 stars!

Oh and could you look at some my work? Thanks!