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She watched as a happy couple strolled past her bench in the park. Snow was on the ground, but apparently they could suffer the cold for the sake of Valentine's day. She wanted to pop their stupid balloon. Getting up, she only got two steps before a frisbee hit her in the face. A dog followed the stupid frisbee knocking her to the ground and licking her face like it was the 4th of July."Get off me, you overgrown groundhog!" she shouted. The dog backed off, just as his owner came running up.
"Are you alright?"
"No thanks to you."
He offered his hand to help her up and she grabbed it. Then she yanked and gave him a face full of snow to repay the favor.
Today was not her day.
The dog growled at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. After brushing off as much snow as possible, she stomped off towards Times Square. But when she got there she wished she'd stayed in the park.
BROOKETHE SUSPENCE
IT'S KILLING ME
WILL YA TELL ME WHAT IT'S ABOUT??
Brooke wrote: "The last one?"EVERY THING
It's about a girl who hates valentine's day.
Ummm okay, she hates valentines day, because it ruined her parents relationship and caused them to get a divorce (though it was a long time coming) and that really pulled her life apart. I was thinking this would be a good romance but at the end she'd still hate valentine'sday. And when she got to times square (for the sake of my mini fictional writing) Time's square is filled with valentine everything.
Here it isChandrelle tiptoed down the stairs. She was supposed to be in bed already, but her parents yelling had woken her up. Stopping just past their line of sight she sat down and watched them from the shadows. The oil lamp was lit, casting dim light over her parents' faces.
“This is the third night you've gone hunting!” her mother yelled.
“So?” her father yelled back.
“So?” her voice rose an octave. “We are running out of food. And you never bring anything back.”
“That’s only because you feed them so much! They could make due with half that.”
“They’re already skinny as it is. Their ribs are showing. Children can’t live off of nothing!”
“We never should have had the little rats in the first place.”
Chandrelle flinched. Her mother’s eyes flicked to her, before shifting fast as lightning back to her father. But her father noticed and a moment later he had a hold of Chandrelle’s hair and was dragging her down the stairs. She wanted to screech and fight, but that would only make him angrier. Instead silent tears slipped down her face at the pain.
He opened the door and threw her into the mud. Her mother’s pleas fell on empty ears. This wasn’t the first time he’d hit her. It wouldn’t be the last. Chandrelle glimpsed the whip and braced for the pain. It never came. The strangled cry that erupted wasn’t hers, but her mother’s as she threw herself over Chandrelle and took the hits herself. And they kept coming, but her mother never moved, just shuddered at the impact as blood dripped from her back onto Chandrelle. More tears rolled down Chandrelle’s face but her mother just whispered, “Don’t cry, pumpkin. It’ll all be over soon.”
Then black flowed from her mother’s palms enveloping everything, and the only screams she heard were her father’s.
I was literally frozenLike
A statue
I’m scared for her
I'm back to writing my original work, so here's an updatePages 16
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Tears filled Oria’s eyes. “No, we can fix this. We can… we… there has to be something here.”She lunged towards the shelves frantically reading labels she did not understand.
“Oria,” her mother whispered. “It’s okay.”
“No, there has to be something here. There has to be.” Tears blurred her eyes and she squeezed them shut as she turned and sank to her knees in front of her mother.
Her mother gently took her hands in hers.
“It’s okay,” she whispered again.
It didn’t take long for the tears to spill over onto her face and after that it was an infinite river. “It is anything, but okay.” Her mother kissed her forehead and smiled slightly.
“It’s okay,” she said again. She started coughing and blood splattered Oria’s shirt. Oria couldn’t speak. Her mother was dying in front of her and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make her thoughts work. So she wrapped her arms around her shoulders trying to convey everything she couldn’t say. And her mother understood. She had always understood.
Her world was shattering as she clutched her mother tighter. Maybe if she just held on she could keep her alive through sheer will alone.
“Please,” her voice broke. Her mother leaned back a bit and Oria had never felt so helpless as her mother whispered, “I love you more than you can ever understand,” and crumbled into ash between her fingers.
“No. No, Mother, come back. Please come back.” There was an overwhelming pressure in her chest as she slowly sank to the floor. She gasped for breath as the ash sifted through her fingers and floated away on a phantom breeze.
She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t process, her mind did not know what to do with the devastation that kept slamming into her over and over again. Someone had smashed her heart into small jagged pieces and they were floating away with her mothers ashes.
"And where do you suppose I go?" he yelled.
"Anywhere!" she yelled back. "But first you have to get out the door."
She strolled across the room and opened her apartment door.
"Just like that."
"We both now it's been a long time coming."
He stopped to whisper something in her ear before he stormed past.
"Don't come running to me when everything you've done circles back around."
Then he was gone.