Does love last forever? Why do I even bother asking myself this?1
The sound of a scratching nib on paper stopped abruptly as the writer looked around themselves with a frown, everything was silent... now that they had stopped writing, not even the quill they used helped the relentless silence that echoed around them. They grimaced to themselves and once more placed the old worn tip against the yellowing paper of the diary.2
Everyone says, even when a person dies, love goes on, you never forget that person, they never truly leave you alone. 3
No one mentions the fact that the same is true for hatred. It burns inside of me like a vile chemical that should explode from the pressure, yet it never quite reaches that vital boiling point.4
Again the ink flow stopped as the writer paused to gather their thoughts. Glancing around the room at the few items they had salvaged. Not much.5
I think it is safe to say that he is one of the people I hold mainly responsible for the manner in which events thus far have turned out. Him and the one for whom he was a guardian. Never showing any sense the pair of them as to the Danger they could be in! Never for a moment considering that Their actions could in the slightest way affect anything other than positively. Now, when it has all blown up in their faces, they are still looking around desperately for someone to blame. Anyone but themselves that is. I could kill them both quite cheerfully were it not for the fact that one of them is already dead and the other... no.. even to suggest who the other is would be foolishness indeed.6
The scratching sound stopped once more as the writer placed the quill on the table, taking a breath inwards, trying to regain placidity, concentration... so hard when it constantly felt like you were being watched... They sighed softly and once more placed pen to paper to inscribe the final part of the diary.7
There is much to be done before the end... I merely wrote this to better understand my feelings. I have not succeeded...8
Does love last forever? More importantly... does Hatred?9
Author notes
A brief glimpse of a diary... Make up your own mind who's.... IM me if you think you know who
If you're the first one to get it right... you might just be able to walk away with some points of your own... bonus points if you work out Who they are talking about
I will write in a comment when someone has guessed right, after that it is up to you all to decide if you care that much or not
The format goes Diary, perspective, diary, perspective.. just so you don't get confused
What did you think? Please comment!
Comments
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*grinz* thankies. It wasn't Going to be like this to start with but as I kept writing it just seemed like a fun way to write.. *chuckles wickedly* well... if you Really want to know who it is/about IM me.. since your the contest writer it's probably only fair to say *weg*
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Oh! I really like this. I don't think I could possibly guess who it is. So many names come to mind. Anyways, I really liked the imagery of this piece. It's really powerful and effective. I especially liked the description of the sound of the quil and sort of the images surrounding it. You really captured what it's like to write with a quil. I also liked that you brought up a very good question. It makes the reader think and that really makes for good writing. This is certainly not a piece to be easily forgotten. Thank you for entering my contest, good luck, and Rock on.
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