Hands against the window frame, staring out the glass- a child falls in the dust. Shot by a stray bullet. More children influenced by their parents pain. Standing in the street- a child explodes in particles of hatred. Suicide bomber igniting the fires of killing so theres no hope. Killing isn't peace!
Author notes
This is my second entry
A contest entry
- Just... Words. by Taylor Renee.
350 points, ended August 16, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow.
This is so powerful.
So hurtful.
So beautiful.
What is it about a writer that lets them take tragedy to a whole new level; that lets them make tragedy even more tragic, because he who writes can make it beautiful?
You did just that. Such a hateful scene can be taken in such a different way when written this way.
You wrote it perfectly.
Thank you so much for taking the time for my contest, and I wish you the absolute best of luck.
xoxo
-♥-
Tay
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