The Long Deserted Road
It's the story of a girl who lost the only one keeping her together (and please comment!)
Along the long deserted road I roam with no one and nowhere to turn to. Nothing else left to do but keep going forward, one foot in front of the other.
The sun begins to set, casting long shadows of rich pinks, purples and blues. The stars begin to materialize within the dark sheet of night. The horizon glitters with gold as the last sliver of the sun hides discreetly tucked behind the great horizon. I sit beside the road and watch it for a while remembering the last moments of happiness that I once had the honor to live through.
His smile, his strong but gentle touch the way that he was able to chase my fears away.
I soon fell into a deep sleep with his memory displayed behind the closed doors of my eyes, only to be disturbed by entangled nightmares. That of what had murdered every speck of hope that I had once, although it seems to have been a thousand years ago.
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Screaming echoed throughout my unconscious mind
Rage tore into the meaningless drunken eyes of which I'm ashamed to call my father.
The gun loomed within my vision, the one thing that destroyed my happiness and took away the one home where my heart had fit so perfectly into. The floors of my unconscious were flooded with crimson red blood as the soul inside the eyes of my beloved left with a single fleeting glance.
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I awoke suddenly tears cascading down my tender skin. I curl myself into a ball as the feeling of emptiness swallows me slowly inch, by inch, meticulously killing me inside, like the work of a skilled serial killer. The sky remained as black as oil and the tanting stars still loomed over head. But I took no notice, I carefully took out the one thing that I had thought was useless, the dog-eared black journal that I always kept within my single gray bag.
My shaking hands caressed the thin and empty pages of the journal. Then my fingers traced the smooth surface of the blue pen. Then my pen flew across the pages, effortlessly scribing the plagued details of my life.
This is my story
The sun begins to set, casting long shadows of rich pinks, purples and blues. The stars begin to materialize within the dark sheet of night. The horizon glitters with gold as the last sliver of the sun hides discreetly tucked behind the great horizon. I sit beside the road and watch it for a while remembering the last moments of happiness that I once had the honor to live through.
His smile, his strong but gentle touch the way that he was able to chase my fears away.
I soon fell into a deep sleep with his memory displayed behind the closed doors of my eyes, only to be disturbed by entangled nightmares. That of what had murdered every speck of hope that I had once, although it seems to have been a thousand years ago.
**********************************************************************
Screaming echoed throughout my unconscious mind
Rage tore into the meaningless drunken eyes of which I'm ashamed to call my father.
The gun loomed within my vision, the one thing that destroyed my happiness and took away the one home where my heart had fit so perfectly into. The floors of my unconscious were flooded with crimson red blood as the soul inside the eyes of my beloved left with a single fleeting glance.
***********************************************************************
I awoke suddenly tears cascading down my tender skin. I curl myself into a ball as the feeling of emptiness swallows me slowly inch, by inch, meticulously killing me inside, like the work of a skilled serial killer. The sky remained as black as oil and the tanting stars still loomed over head. But I took no notice, I carefully took out the one thing that I had thought was useless, the dog-eared black journal that I always kept within my single gray bag.
My shaking hands caressed the thin and empty pages of the journal. Then my fingers traced the smooth surface of the blue pen. Then my pen flew across the pages, effortlessly scribing the plagued details of my life.
This is my story
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