Post by Jakey on Apr 18, 2006 12:06:31 GMT -6
This is where I will post all my prose and poetry and crap like that 
The first one is a piece of prose, and is entitled; "Waiting..."
Waiting
As she waited in that cold twilight chill that echoed all around her, a single teardrop fell from her eye. It landed on the ground in the little puddle already formed by numerous teardrops before it. The girl looked down, at that raised mound of earth, and the timeworn headstone, she knelt down and looked closer, as if trying to see through the earth, the wood, trying to see once more his face, his kind, loving eyes that brought a sparkle to any dull day. She tried so desperately to conjure up an image of him, and trying so futilely to hear his kind, warming voice, but – alas – time had played its part in this tragic lover’s tale, and the thoughts that she tried so hard to recall were obscured, as was she in that dusk mist.
She sat down, still weeping mildly, opened the book, and turned to the first page. The photos, protected from the voracious beast of time, shone back at her with the former glory her lover had been. Over the next page were more photos of him, but from a younger time. The girl appeared to be about nine, and the boy not much older. They were smiling. They were cheerful. They were happy.
However, as we all know far too well, time has changed. For now, this once gentle and loving young man, lay under a wooden box lined with luxurious purple velvet, and 6 feet of earth. At least, in his final resting place, he would be comfortable.
The girl turned to another page, and it was of a birthday party. His birthday party. She smiled as she looked down at this picture. It was her favourite picture. She did not know why, but it was the one that reminded her most of him. That is all she wanted right now – given a million and one other choices, she would decline them all, just for another day with him.
“Jack…” she murmured, through her face full of tears, in a soft and timid voice, “…it would… be your birthday today…” and she fell onto that mound of earth, weeping her little eyes out. However, as she wept and wept and wept, that cold twilight chill continued to echo throughout that cold courtyard, unaware of the even colder event happening before it…
The first one is a piece of prose, and is entitled; "Waiting..."
Waiting
As she waited in that cold twilight chill that echoed all around her, a single teardrop fell from her eye. It landed on the ground in the little puddle already formed by numerous teardrops before it. The girl looked down, at that raised mound of earth, and the timeworn headstone, she knelt down and looked closer, as if trying to see through the earth, the wood, trying to see once more his face, his kind, loving eyes that brought a sparkle to any dull day. She tried so desperately to conjure up an image of him, and trying so futilely to hear his kind, warming voice, but – alas – time had played its part in this tragic lover’s tale, and the thoughts that she tried so hard to recall were obscured, as was she in that dusk mist.
She sat down, still weeping mildly, opened the book, and turned to the first page. The photos, protected from the voracious beast of time, shone back at her with the former glory her lover had been. Over the next page were more photos of him, but from a younger time. The girl appeared to be about nine, and the boy not much older. They were smiling. They were cheerful. They were happy.
However, as we all know far too well, time has changed. For now, this once gentle and loving young man, lay under a wooden box lined with luxurious purple velvet, and 6 feet of earth. At least, in his final resting place, he would be comfortable.
The girl turned to another page, and it was of a birthday party. His birthday party. She smiled as she looked down at this picture. It was her favourite picture. She did not know why, but it was the one that reminded her most of him. That is all she wanted right now – given a million and one other choices, she would decline them all, just for another day with him.
“Jack…” she murmured, through her face full of tears, in a soft and timid voice, “…it would… be your birthday today…” and she fell onto that mound of earth, weeping her little eyes out. However, as she wept and wept and wept, that cold twilight chill continued to echo throughout that cold courtyard, unaware of the even colder event happening before it…
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