30 seconds...1
to live2
to feel3
to understand4
to give5
to hate6
but to love.7
"I don't get it," Jason said while holding his glass of saved marbles. That was the one item he had saved for his six-year old self. Everything else was gone and now we were sitting on the curb off the mainstreet in New York. 8
Buildings were deserted. 9
The streets looked like sand.10
Trees were killing over in pain.11
Me, Me and my little brother, Jason, were sitting here. 12
We might as well be dead, but that didn't happen. 13
The government told us wrong, and now this is what were going through.14
A sixteen year old and a small child brother. 15
"I know, "I whispered, "I don't either."16
"Does mommy and Daddy know were okay?" He asked.17
If only he understood they weren't.18
"Yeah, they know."19
I patted his small amount of brown hair on his head and sighed. 20
"Good," He said softly, "then the rain will come."21
"What?" I asked looking down at his young face.22
"Mommy told me rain will come. She said God will cry when we're seperated. Daddy didn't say it though."23
"When?"24
"30 seconds, Clara."25
As if his words signaled pain, clear droplets fell onto my pale forehead. Rain. The first in almost four months. I stood up on my feet pulling Jason with me, "I guess there is no better time to be loved, than by the rain."26
Then he let go of my hand and walked away-this time I didn't follow him.
A contest entry
- When It Rains by Orimis.
100 points, ended November 5, 2008, 21 entries
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Wow.
You misuse some words here and there, but this is still powerful. The last line is haunting...
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So beautiful it makes is want to cry. Heartbreaking.
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Thanks!
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Very sweet and beautiful entry to this contest.
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Fantastic! Beautifully written. I agree, you really should continue this story.
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This is brillant.
I really like it. You should finish this story. It's worth finishing.
-Renesme-
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