Author's Note: This is a creative piece that focuses on a flashback. Pay attention to how there isn't very much dialogue, but in this story there doesn't need to be.
The day was almost as cloudy as my mood. He walked out of his room in his cap and gown; my heart
sunk. He could tell how I felt by the expression on my face. Crossing the room
he stood in front of me and stared, willing me to meet his eyes. Reluctantly I
looked up at him and saw the same cheesy smile that had made me smile a
thousand times.
Sitting down next to me he said, “Hey, don’t be sad. I’ll be around forever.”
“Promise?” I asked, finally meeting his eyes.
“Promise.”, he responded; I smiled knowing he meant it.
Sitting down next to me he said, “Hey, don’t be sad. I’ll be around forever.”
“Promise?” I asked, finally meeting his eyes.
“Promise.”, he responded; I smiled knowing he meant it.
As that memory dissolved into the picture of him I was
carrying, I continued walking down the grassy path that I knew by heart; I felt
the familiar sting behind my eyes as I neared my destination. As I saw it in
the distance I stopped, gathering the courage I knew I needed. Steeling myself
for the pain, I continued on. His face, his smile, his laugh, all echoed in my
memories as I made the final steps to where I was going. The tears instantly
began to fall as I stared at his grave. “Forever”, I whispered.
This piece is a real tear-jerker, I think when you write about things that you can relate to, or have happened, you write them really nicely and thoroughly. You use great word choice, and your description helps me really visualize what it could have been like in your shoes with this situation. Let me know when you post your next piece about this topic!:D
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ReplyDeletethanks guys!(: but abby i will
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