Letting Go…1
She sat on the edge of her bed, absently staring off into the space.2
The curtains were drawn tightly, pushing away every beam of the morning sun.3
For her the night had not ended, the dawn hadn’t come as yet.4
The room was dimly lit with a small orange lamp she kept in a corner.5
It colored the air with subtle hues of the setting sun.6
There, on her freshly bleached favorite white bed sheet lay a big brown cardboard box.7
A navy blue diary jutted out of the box, showing her initials in gold on the right top corner.8
Next to it, sat a small stuffed teddy bear, grinning, holding a cute little red heart.9
A large peach and red valentine card lettered in gold; a silver chain with a small shiny dolphin shaped pendant; a green, round, jewel embedded box in which she kept her favorite swatch watch; a pink and mauve charm bracelet; an old red-turned-maroon rose; a pair of dangling silver and red earrings; a half empty pear shaped, translucent, lime green, glass perfume bottle; and then there were the envelopes.10
Hundreds of white envelopes, with a peach and brown kitten peeping from a large magenta and black shoe embossed on right bottom corner of each one of them, were scattered inside the brown box. The pain of lost love cut her heart more sharply than the blade on her flesh.11
A tear fell from her eyes just as a single drop of blood from her wrist made a shiny red spot on the sparkling white bed sheet. A moment stretched into eternity. Memories from the past flooded her mind, suffocating her soul, trying with sheer desperation to push out the pain and hurt, the anger and anguish of the dead love rotting inside her. She had held on to all of it just like she had held on to even the smallest token of love that he had ever given her. She had fought her own mind constantly just to keep his memories close to her heart, to prevent them from fading away in the sharp light of logic. And she had, as fiercely as possible, pushed out everything else from her life just to be able to remember in greatest detail every moment spent with him. Now, letting go, finally, she let them flow freely – both the blood and tears – releasing the immense volcano of emotions bottled up inside of her and in the process, liberating her soul from shackles of mortality…forever. 12
Author notes
Hi! This is my first short story involving something of this sort...it isnt my best attempt but anyhow felt like sharing it so here it is.
Suggestions are as welcome as appreciations!!
What did you think? Please comment!
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good
vivid images make a story enjoyable and just... well, all-around better lol. hence the contest 
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Thank You so much dear for your suggestion. I will definately work on it in the next one i write. Actually, I am working on creating more and more realistic and vivid pictures using all five senses. But I am taking it one sense at a time till i master it. Then i'll use all five in one story.
Thanks once again for taking out the time to read and appreciate my work.
Loadsa luv n good luck
Pia. -
you know, i kept a box with all that kind of stuff in it during my last relationship... and even stranger, i was planning on going through it today to sort od "seal the deal" and throw it away, seeing as i broke up wtih hiim over 3 months ago and am seeing someone else (who makes me much happier). should be an interesting run of thoughts... much like this, i think, except i wont be hurt by it.
pretty good description and use of imagery... particulary sight. try using touch and sound (and taste, if you can, though that's the hardest, i think) to round out your writing.
good luck! -
Thank You so much for taking out the time to read my story and appreciating my work.
Loadsa luck and luv
Pia. -
Romantic and dramatic and tragic. What a deeply personal view of one's heart, and one's actions. Good writing. Bennett
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