As I took the first feeble steps away from what I had known for what seemed like a lifetime the muffled words of the love that we shared came echoing down the stairwell. I sent the words back up and listened as they bounced off the polished marble tiles and into the dark. I walked across the floor, past the spotless mirrors, through the glass paned door and on to the concrete path of the brightly lit street, lined with orange trees but shrouded with the dull scent of the animal urine stained walls and the inner city smell of car exhaust. The warm, moist night air flowed around me as if it was sleeping and didn’t want to be disturbed, the pale lit sky above held in the scents and sounds of life in an old city and yet my feet moved with a quick pace as if they themselves had a thought to be back in bed. The streets passed by and my thoughts drifted, returning once again the question of previous weeks, why am I here?
Author notes
I wrote this from life and i have always thought that it desearved a more compleate structure, but the moment has long passed so i've left it sitting idle.
Please tell me what you think
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You are so right, my friend. This does need to be continued and should be. This was quite an interesting little write which spoke much about your feelings at the time. was this a love you were cherishing at the time? was it a love that had gone cold and nolonger was there? Or was it a love that had died and you were left alone? I love your description of the street, the smells, the feelings and the sounds that you could hear as you walked. It would be worth your while to continue on. It took me eight years to write my first book. I am working on two more, one which i left sitting for three years. Now it's out of mothballs. Do yourself a favour and get it going again because it has great potential.
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We are all here for the same reason.
To learn, and to love.
If we never learn this lesson, we simply reborn or choose to learn this lesson again and again.
History has an awful habit of repeating itself.
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There is a lot of detail which I liked, but it seems like an exert (which I think it was) but I think it would make more sense if you extended the story.
*Frozen Angel*
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