I wrote 5 pieces for a competition that I am yet to answer; it's for school, and I wrote 5 of them. I don't intend to send any of them in. The aim; tell a saga in 50 words. An oxymoron, if you like. Trust me, it's much harder to tell a story in 50 words thany you think, and I have trouble with 1000 words, so... here goes:
I always knew he was the one. Even though he was dead and I was being forced to live; what a wisted love story it was. He sits across from me. I feel his presence, know he's near. "Goodbye." One word. It takes one word to break me.
I never liked goodbye, especially as a kid and even less so now. I couldn't handle the first or the second. How would I deal with the third? "Just go." My voice was hard, my tone bitter. He looks broken but not as bad as I feel. People always leave.
The laughter surrounds me, their jeering voices coax me back against the wall. I clutch at the bricks, close my eyes against it all, that childlike belief running through me. If I can't see them, they aren't there. 'They can't control you,' I think and I know this is true.
His body lay unmoving on the cold stone floor and I knew it was over. We were free. My sister tugged at my hand. "Daddy's dead." There was coldness in my voice, ice in my breath and in my lungs. One word stuck out to me - why? Why us?
I met Darryl when I was thirteen. He was charming, with the kind of eyes you fall for. I don't remember when things changed, but I think losing his brother was the final straw. Maybe I could've done something, changed things. Maybe I wouldn't be lying bleeding on the floor.
Basically, if I choose to enter one, I'll take it out... so beware! I just wanted to know whether any of these are worth developing into a larger story?
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