Freely Moving Hold The Sun

As convulted as the thought was, I didn't flinch. Not a move did I make except to gently pressure my index finger. I watched her go down in a puddle of gently oozing blood. Regret stained my countenance. Now was no time for hesitation. I turned my heel and left. What was done was done- nothing could change that. I had shot my sister. Gently I blew a kiss goodbye, and let tears stain my face as I doggedly jogged. Mission complete. Time was of the essence, I had to move on. Sliding the silencer from my weapon I kissed the tip, a salute, farewell to my sister. 1

In this world it was odds against fate, sister against sister. Killer against killer. My hair flew in a plaint, chestnut brown. I ran, not in fear, not because of the regret, but with determination of a mission finished. Even as the bonds of sisterhood failed. 2

The DDRAS would not be disappointed. I was human, I felt, but I had a new life to look forward to- to look ahead to. I wasn't going to waste it. Slowly, I looked to the horizon, knowing that each day was a variable. But that if I lived to the fullest, I could hold the sun.

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  • Jessica-Amy
    October 18, 2008

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    Its interesting. I don't really understand it but i like it! If that makes sense? Good job.

    Jess
    x

  • LadyLionnir
    October 18, 2008
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    Impressive piece! I love the sister against sister conflict and believe it could be expanded into a fuller story, this sounds like the beginning of one. I haven't met someone around my age that can write this well. Maybe we could talk sometime. Keep writing!