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She turned her head, looking back at the crosswalk, with her feet slapping the ground as cold rain poured down her neck. Tears mingled with the fat pounding drops, that stuck her cocoa brown hair to her face as she wept silently. His words rang in her ears, “There are just some choices............ you can never take back.” Her heart wrenched at his last few syllables, and she felt completely overwhelmed with nausea. His words were like poison from a snake bite, so full of venom it felt as if her chest walls began to ache and her breathing began to slow. She felt as if she was the lead ballerina in the ballet the Red Shoes, as the world seemed to spin out of control. Spinning so quickly but fearing the fall, where no one would be there to catch her at the end. Anxiety attack, now as her tunnel vision clouded her eyes. She felt the world waver around her, and all became a blur. Like when your a kid, and your father picked you up high above his head and spun you about. Laura barely was aware that she was even standing, let alone standing in the rain while mothers rushed their children inside, and the wind began to pick up. Her skin was growing warmer, even though the rain two degrees above zero. In her anguish she winced as she felt that as if her skin was set on fire. Cars swept past her, yet she felt as if she were the only person left on earth in her sorrow. She shivered as the rain water dripped loudly in her ears, only hearing the reverberation of the last words he ever spoke to her. “I never want to see you again............” Laura started to run, as she wildly pumped her arms to pick up her speed. She ran so fast that she could taste blood in her mouth, and her saliva, like glue made it harder to breath stuck to the back of her throat. Laura didn’t care, that she was pushing her body so far that it hurt, because beneath that physical hurt, there was another kind of pain. A pain that shows no bruising or outward cuts. Her heart was completly broken. As a 20 year old, in a very big world. She had made him her entire world. She was unable to distinguish a life without him there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/23/2009 7:24:00 AM
Bautiful story. May I suggest to summerize it as a poem? Otherwise contact an illustrator to prepare your book for publication. Please go to couplet or light poetry to learn from the stanzas (see forms of poetry) as far as your page simply reveals. I wish you all the best.
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Date: 4/22/2009 7:23:00 PM
This is my short story btw
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