Winter, the icy breath of on old man covered him as he made his way to an old patch of dirt he had known since he was young . He pulled a small bottle he had been hiding in his jacket pocket since later that night and quickly took a swig knowing it wouldn’t make him feel any better he relied on it to all the same. The burning cherry hanging form his lips brought little comfort, but what comfort was offered hw welcomed. The snow crushing beneath his feet was of no consequence to my martyr-like trudge, it was simply another piece to the infamous puzzle of winter’s landscape. He stopped abruptly in front of a marble slab and slowly dropped to his knees. “Hey man how goes it?” he said in a trembling voice, almost expecting the hunk of stone to reply, “Things just haven’t been the same since you left, I still go out form time to time and have the occasional drink but I’m not going to let it control me.” he took a moment to stop his voice form shaking, “I miss you man and I wish you were sill with us,” a rouge tear rolled down his face “ I better get home mom and dad don’t know I’m gone yet.” Half a smile grazed his face “I guess Ill see ya when I see ya.” He made his way back to what he would never call home any more. 1
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Sad.
I wonder if he was talking to The Thinker by Rodin? I took a statue of this to college and my roommate thought it was a guy sitting on a commode. I took also the classical nude of Venus de Milo. The dorm monitor found her to be questionable.
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This was really good. It really makes me sad. As I read this it reminded me of an accedent of just about a year ago. A few high school kids were at a party; they were drunk; they got in the car and just left. Well they ended up hitting a tree they all died accept the driver who everyone said would die. And as I read this I couldn't help thinking does this boy do the same thing does he sneak out to go visit the other boy's grave? You really made me get into the character; you made me feel what he felt. Thank You for taking your time to enter my contest. You have permanetly left an imprint in my mind. Thank you for sharing this story with me. Good Luck.
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