Writing Challenge - Day 3
To all who are reading this,
Three days into the ELEMENTAL challenge, and everything is going well! I'm going to share with you the latest story from my brain.
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the third story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 3. - AIR
Megan's head swirled. Sitting atop a piece of driftwood, she dug her thick booted feet into the sand. She flexed the, feeling the grains sift between the lace holes and cover her socks. The beach was so peaceful. As the sun began to set, seagulls swooped low, their mournful cries filling the sky. The waves crashed against the shore. Megan felt at peace, even with the wind whipping her hair. She buried her hands deeper into her jacket pockets, wishing she had brought her gloves with her. She bowed her head. The piece of paper crinkled in her palm. She didn't need to take it out and read it through. She knew it by heart... Megan, I'm so sorry for what I've put the family through. None of you deserve it, least of all you. If I could turn back time, if I could find a way, I would never have been so stupid. I've let you down. You're the sensible one, you told me not to go to the party. But deep down, you knew I would. I had to see Jason one last time, before he went to uni. Nobody knows the truth. Nobody but you now. How could Mum and Dad know that I was drugged and attacked and raped by Jason and his so-called friends? It was hard enough coming out to them... By the time this note is in your hands, I'll be long gone. I'll be in some fancy urn on the mantelpiece where you can all see me, remember me. Don't be sad. You're a wonderful, creative person, and you are stronger than you think. Be brave, Meg. Be brave for me. All my love, always, Your brother, Ben xxx Getting to her feet, Megan took her time to walk to the shore. The wind continued to blow, and night was drawing in. Bit by bit, she tore the lined paper into little tiny pieces, shredding the angry truth and horrible words. All except the last paragraph. That she folded and placed inside the heart shaped locket he had given her for Christmas. Inside was a picture of the two of them at last years Leeds festival. They were dirty, drunk and smiling. A good memory. Once his words were safely inside, Megan threw the torn paper into the wind. The air was filled with his words, his thoughts, his emotions, and his life. Many of the shreds blew around her, before scrambling away, whilst some lay sodden on the sea. "Rest in peace, Ben," she said. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013) Currently reading: Dark Parties by Sara Grant
Three days into the ELEMENTAL challenge, and everything is going well! I'm going to share with you the latest story from my brain.
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the third story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 3. - AIR
Megan's head swirled. Sitting atop a piece of driftwood, she dug her thick booted feet into the sand. She flexed the, feeling the grains sift between the lace holes and cover her socks. The beach was so peaceful. As the sun began to set, seagulls swooped low, their mournful cries filling the sky. The waves crashed against the shore. Megan felt at peace, even with the wind whipping her hair. She buried her hands deeper into her jacket pockets, wishing she had brought her gloves with her. She bowed her head. The piece of paper crinkled in her palm. She didn't need to take it out and read it through. She knew it by heart... Megan, I'm so sorry for what I've put the family through. None of you deserve it, least of all you. If I could turn back time, if I could find a way, I would never have been so stupid. I've let you down. You're the sensible one, you told me not to go to the party. But deep down, you knew I would. I had to see Jason one last time, before he went to uni. Nobody knows the truth. Nobody but you now. How could Mum and Dad know that I was drugged and attacked and raped by Jason and his so-called friends? It was hard enough coming out to them... By the time this note is in your hands, I'll be long gone. I'll be in some fancy urn on the mantelpiece where you can all see me, remember me. Don't be sad. You're a wonderful, creative person, and you are stronger than you think. Be brave, Meg. Be brave for me. All my love, always, Your brother, Ben xxx Getting to her feet, Megan took her time to walk to the shore. The wind continued to blow, and night was drawing in. Bit by bit, she tore the lined paper into little tiny pieces, shredding the angry truth and horrible words. All except the last paragraph. That she folded and placed inside the heart shaped locket he had given her for Christmas. Inside was a picture of the two of them at last years Leeds festival. They were dirty, drunk and smiling. A good memory. Once his words were safely inside, Megan threw the torn paper into the wind. The air was filled with his words, his thoughts, his emotions, and his life. Many of the shreds blew around her, before scrambling away, whilst some lay sodden on the sea. "Rest in peace, Ben," she said. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013) Currently reading: Dark Parties by Sara Grant
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