I don't think I can take this...1
This feeling.2
This aching pang in my heart.3
This voice in my head telling me I'm not good enough.4
This simmering anger I need to contain.5
His hand was placed on top of hers and his gentle fingers lightly tracing some swirly pattern onto her skin as he scribbled something in pen on her hand. Involuntarily, I scratched my own hand. She stared into his eyes smiling a sweet smile that sent chills down my back. He let out a silent laugh that, from here, I couldn’t hear, his familiar gold eyes sparkling the same twinkle I’d memorized and had seen the week before. My breath was trapped in my throat.6
Their bodies, leaning comfortably against the brick wall, touched. I grabbed the chain of my necklace and hung my lifeless hand against my throat. They seemed to fit together perfectly, her refined curves, his arm next to hers, their hands touching ever so lightly; they were both beautiful. 7
Eventually, her eyes trailed to the final product, the sketch on her hand, and she stuck out her tongue at him. Do I see what I think I see? A poorly drawn heart in black ink etched into her palm?8
It's more than I can stand.9
Slowly, hesitantly, I lift my shaking hand to my face, the one that is not clutching the necklace for dear life. I stare at my own palm.10
From the corner of my eye I see him play with her ideal, long brown hair. My bangs fall into my face, in front of my plain old green eyes smudged with a tiny bit of black eyeliner. Her eyes are a dazzling, deep brown and she is coated with an even tan. 11
I wanted to call him over to me, “hey BOYFRIEND, I have to tell you something.” I wanted to say something; I wanted to say anything to stop this, no matter how innocent it might be in reality. She was there with him; he was there with her, that’s bad enough; that’s enough to mess with my heart.12
I watched silently from across the courtyard, where no one noticed me – no one. My eyes couldn’t pull away from the scene. It was like watching a car crash. You know it’s going to be sickening and horrible, seeing the cars smash, seeing the outcome and the people coming out of the car hurt or bloody. But, you’re too engrossed, too curious to look away no matter the consequences. No matter the scarring images you might be left with. 13
Smash.14
His soft lips cautiously met hers. This was no longer “innocent”. 15
Snap.16
The silver chain of my necklace snapped in two. My hand still at my neck shook pathetically, my lungs were desperately gasping for air. 17
I turned away, my back to them and with tears in my eyes I tried to make out the image on my palm. Through my, now, blurry vision I made out a smudged picture. A faint and faded picture he’d scribbled onto my hand just the other day. 18
It was a heart.
Author notes
ROUGH DRAFT! I just wanted to write... It's pretty... well, "rough" and "drafty" hahahaha. Not good, not edited, no good word choice, etc. etc.
Also, sorry if it's confusing.
Just some emotions into a short story.
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Quit apologizing. This is good. Really good. You had a bit of problems with tenses but it's strictly grammatical so you don't really have to worry.
Anyway, I love cryptic way you wrote this. Confusing is good. :] But wow. This was deep, hun. Great job with the emotions in this one. I was about to cry at the end. It sounded so tortured and REAL. And I am proud to announce that it did not sound like one of those emo stories, even the emotions were similar.
Nice one babe.
Anything that brought this on? Or just in the mood to write?
xoxox.
Maureen :]] (smiley face with a double chin)
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Awww, thanks maureen. Yeah, I know it had quite a few problems. Well, quite a lot of problems. I didn't really pay close attention to grammar while writing... my bad. haha
Anyway (haha), reading your comment made me feel good! I tried to make this full of emotions [Some, I've felt first hand. haha]. Please note the key word: TRIED. hahaha. I'm glad you felt something in the end. YAY! Not emo story!
Reasons: 1. Just to write. I had a huge... *thinks of good word but can't find one right now besides... shudders* urge. *shudders again* hahaha. 2. I wanted to try putting some of these feelings into a story. At least I tried. (key word again) haha
xoxoxoxoxo APPRECIATE UR COMMENT!!!
Jayna!
(kissy face) haha noodle...
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OHMIGOD I AM RAVISHINGLY (totally not the right context for this word but whatever) JEALOUS OF YOUR KISSY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! *bows down to you in utter submission* Haha. Noodle.
And I think this is good. I dunno how you'd be able to continue it, but if you did I believe it would turn out well cause you have a great start. ;p
Haha. Urge. That's a funny word. URGE. -
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Oooh. "urge". sounds dirty. hahahahhahahah! I'm so weird...
I know, i know your jealous of my kissy smiley. But what can I say? I have skillz. haha
wink
Maybe I will continue this. I want to still do my untitled one though... so I'll have to hold off on this one for now, but i'll still "brainstorm" about this one... *watches the brains fall from the sky and screams "AHHH ITS A BRAINSTORM!"* [I know you love my little "play on words"]
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Do not worry I had the same thing in mind. I have the urge to.... EAT MONKEYS! >:•D (he's got a mole, see?)
OOh I like the untitled one too. :] Hahaha and I DID like your play on words. I read it and I was just like, "HA!" and then I laughed for like two whole minutes cause I am just that crazy. -
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HAHAHA! we're cool. AH a mole! that's a HUGE one! is it hairy?! ewwwiee
Thanksssss. I <3 your storIES! i think you should write! MORE! NOW!
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