This is just something I was working on this afternoon. I was trying to write something less dark than I usually write, but I’m not sure it worked? Haha, I might just stick to writing darker stories because I think that’s where I do the best, but I don’t want people to think there is something wrong with me. Ehhh, do people think there is anything wrong with Suzanne Collins or Veronica Roth? I don’t think so, but I don’t know. Anyways, it’s a very rough cut, so let me know what you think. I think I will probably edit it extensively in the future to try to take it more the original direction I was thinking. But either way, it’s a good exercise in stretching your creative muscles to try something different.
Every day is a new journey. But today seems like the biggest journey of all. This will be my new life, there’s no turning back from here. What happens now, can never be undone. This moment . .
this still . . .
that everyone else around me seems oblivious too. All around me people rush and talk and do what needs to be done, but here I am. Immersed in this still. I am waiting, anticipating for that new moment, for the new beginning and none of it around me matters so I block them out.
Until it is just her. Her and me. Here in this still together.
But someone takes her – she can not stay, it is too risky, I know.
I take a deep breath and am plunged back into this world, with its sounds and lights and people. Its frenzy of activity and my heart suddenly seems like it is as loud as ten million jack hammers, all pounding in tune in my heart.
I wish I could go back to that still, because all I know here on this side is fear. But for that moment she was mine and I will find a way to make her mine again.