This is my first story, I wrote it last year. I don't believe it is good, but I want to share it.
Memories
Dark, thick, solid colour. Black, but seemingly so bright. Unable to stop feeling lost in it's depth, you stare unconciously. Millions of tiny, twinkling lights shine down from the sky. If only you could be out there with the stars, to be part of their beauty. When you were younger you used to have a thought, an image of life after death, and now, after him, you realised it was true.
At 7 o'clock of every evening, with the exception of Saturdays, you went to bed. At only nine years old, you lay on your bed, the bed situated under the window, you stare out to the stars making your routine wish.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish tonight." You whispered under your breath, trying to cover your mouth with the blanket, hoping no one could hear you. You softly began to make the wish, "I wish I could have a friend. Maybe a girl, or a boy, I don't mind. Please, all I want it a best friend." You pleaded. "Thank you for listening. I know you are busy with other wishes, and mine are stupid, but please try?" You said, turning your wish into a heart felt beg. You knew they would listen, they always did; How could something so bright not be hopeful.
You sat up, as if a lightning bolt had struck you. Knowing what you had just done, you stood up from the freshly cut grass, brushed yourself off, stroking your hands down the front of your jeans briskly. You had gone back, back to the days you didn't want to relive. Memories kill your soul, destroy the present, and if nothing is done to cause the memories death, they could also shatter the future. You took a deep breath. Taking in the cold air, you closed your eyes and put your right foot forward. When you re-opened your eyes, the vision in front of you was only of loneliness. You took a slow stroll home.
It was 11pm, you had been asleep on the grass for 2 hours. Looking around the streets of London without a thought in your mind, you pressed onwards. This time your eyes had begun to feel heavy. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed, close your large grey eyes and fall into a deep sleep. You approached your home, a two bedroom apartment that really wasn't big enough for a dog, let alone a 20 year old Art student. You entered your ground floor flat. Although there were eight other flats in this one building, you didn't know a soul. The door swung open slowly, you drifted into the house. White everywhere: Walls, picture frames, ornaments, flowers. You had tried your best to turn a 2 star flat into a top-of-the-range apartment. You were proud of your efforts, seeing as it was your first house; your first time without the family, the first time being on your own. The house was cold, maybe it was wrong to live by yourself, after everything you have been through, maybe you need your family, maybe you still need him, the man that could rescue you. You were obviously tired, even though you had had a nap in the park. Everything was a blur, you couldn't even remember your last few steps. You walked past the kitchen, giving it a slight glance, just to make sure things were all right and safe. You wandered into the lounge. The long way through the hall was over. You often called it, 'The Walk of Pain,' as everytime you walked down it, you were tired, you never get to relax in your own home. Entering the lounge you stopped and looked at the windows - living in a ground floor flat wasn't the safest place - they were locked. 'Finally, time for bed,' you thought. You increased the speed of your stroll and before you knew it, you were tucked up in bed, the covers up to your neck. It was Winter and in Winter there was nothing you liked more than being safe in your bed. You slept soundly.
To Be Continued...
Memories
Dark, thick, solid colour. Black, but seemingly so bright. Unable to stop feeling lost in it's depth, you stare unconciously. Millions of tiny, twinkling lights shine down from the sky. If only you could be out there with the stars, to be part of their beauty. When you were younger you used to have a thought, an image of life after death, and now, after him, you realised it was true.
At 7 o'clock of every evening, with the exception of Saturdays, you went to bed. At only nine years old, you lay on your bed, the bed situated under the window, you stare out to the stars making your routine wish.
"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish tonight." You whispered under your breath, trying to cover your mouth with the blanket, hoping no one could hear you. You softly began to make the wish, "I wish I could have a friend. Maybe a girl, or a boy, I don't mind. Please, all I want it a best friend." You pleaded. "Thank you for listening. I know you are busy with other wishes, and mine are stupid, but please try?" You said, turning your wish into a heart felt beg. You knew they would listen, they always did; How could something so bright not be hopeful.
You sat up, as if a lightning bolt had struck you. Knowing what you had just done, you stood up from the freshly cut grass, brushed yourself off, stroking your hands down the front of your jeans briskly. You had gone back, back to the days you didn't want to relive. Memories kill your soul, destroy the present, and if nothing is done to cause the memories death, they could also shatter the future. You took a deep breath. Taking in the cold air, you closed your eyes and put your right foot forward. When you re-opened your eyes, the vision in front of you was only of loneliness. You took a slow stroll home.
It was 11pm, you had been asleep on the grass for 2 hours. Looking around the streets of London without a thought in your mind, you pressed onwards. This time your eyes had begun to feel heavy. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed, close your large grey eyes and fall into a deep sleep. You approached your home, a two bedroom apartment that really wasn't big enough for a dog, let alone a 20 year old Art student. You entered your ground floor flat. Although there were eight other flats in this one building, you didn't know a soul. The door swung open slowly, you drifted into the house. White everywhere: Walls, picture frames, ornaments, flowers. You had tried your best to turn a 2 star flat into a top-of-the-range apartment. You were proud of your efforts, seeing as it was your first house; your first time without the family, the first time being on your own. The house was cold, maybe it was wrong to live by yourself, after everything you have been through, maybe you need your family, maybe you still need him, the man that could rescue you. You were obviously tired, even though you had had a nap in the park. Everything was a blur, you couldn't even remember your last few steps. You walked past the kitchen, giving it a slight glance, just to make sure things were all right and safe. You wandered into the lounge. The long way through the hall was over. You often called it, 'The Walk of Pain,' as everytime you walked down it, you were tired, you never get to relax in your own home. Entering the lounge you stopped and looked at the windows - living in a ground floor flat wasn't the safest place - they were locked. 'Finally, time for bed,' you thought. You increased the speed of your stroll and before you knew it, you were tucked up in bed, the covers up to your neck. It was Winter and in Winter there was nothing you liked more than being safe in your bed. You slept soundly.
To Be Continued...
