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Post by warriorgal on Aug 28, 2010 22:43:13 GMT -5
Hi All!
I made a short story for English that had to begin with: "It All Began when I got that text message."
Don't worry, it had to be from 250-500 words, and mine is exactly 500 words. I was wondering if you guys wanted to read it?
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 29, 2010 8:44:20 GMT -5
definitly
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Post by warriorgal on Aug 29, 2010 10:53:04 GMT -5
Ok here it is, just do you know, it's told by a Boys Point of View.
It all began when I got that text message. It said Unknown, but I knew who it was. We were acquaintances, heck you could maybe call us friends. Maybe She was from my past. Why would I want to re-live my past? I had no clue. Although I must admit, I did feel a twinge of sadness and a pinch of guilt when I deleted the message she sent to meet her somewhere. Just a pinch, and twinge, not a punch, and wave like I used to feel. It’s weird how so much can happen in so little time.
Why would she be calling ME anyways?
I mean, I haven’t spoken to her in a while.
Why would I need too? We didn’t need to talk about anything.
Nothing at all. Absolutely Nothing.
I feel like I’m in that one song, where they say, “I’m not sorry I met you, I’m not sorry it’s over, I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.” I’m really not sorry that there is nothing to save. I’m not sorry we don’t talk anymore. I’m not sorry it’s completely over. Get it already? I’m not sorry. Nor will I ever be. It’s just not worth it you know? Why waste your time on something, or someone, you know you won’t get back.
Life is too short for that. Sadly though, I feel like that other song, where it quotes, “Here’s my first mistake.” She was my first mistake. And I regret it. I don’t regret not talking to her anymore, I regret wasting time. No, I’m not crying over her right now, I’m crying over how I could’ve used that time on helping the homeless, or the elderly. Yes, that must be it. I suck up my sadness, as I whispered to myself, “It’s not worth crying over.” That stops the tears right away. I dry my tears with my hands, as I pass two lovers having their first kiss under the streetlamp. That cheers me up, seeing their love. Why should I hate it, after one bad relationship? Then, she kills my train of happiness, as my cell phone buzzes. “Where are you?” it asks. Where am I? As if she cares. For a second I’m mad, in rage actually. It ends immediately though. How? By those two lovers, strolling across the street happily, the girls head on the guys shoulder, and the guys arm wrapped around her waist. I smile at the happy couple, I mean at least if it doesn’t work out, it’s ok, at least they would’ve experienced happiness with each other. I was never happy with her. I mean, I thought I was, but it was fake. I was a fake person. She didn’t know me. Not at all Smiling to myself, I slowly take out my phone, and throw it behind my shoulder, finally relieved of this problem. And as I hear it crack on the pavement, I’m even happier, because it’s GONE.
After all, she’ll find someone else.
Hope you enjoyed it!!
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Post by kikistrike20 on Aug 30, 2010 12:53:21 GMT -5
that's really good
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