As she looked towards her open window shining 7:30am sunlight into her light pink lacy room, while a slight breeze caressing the light curtain, a single tear escaped her eye, slowly but determinedly rolling down her soft cheek. She moved to be in a more comfortable position in her soft bed with her favorite cream down comforter. Her fluffy pillows were cozy, and she didn't really have anything to cry about--she had everything she needed. And yet, here she was, poetry soothing her mind as she felt sadness. It wasn't quite the sadness of failure, or not being able to do something you looked forward to. Perhaps it was more sadness of loneliness, or the sadness of not being connected to others as closely as she wished. Perhaps it was the sadness of having trusted and being betrayed, it being no one's fault though. Trust is a precarious gift to give, and if given and broken, no one should be blamed, right?
Once the tear had made its journey down her smooth, solemn face down to her dimpled chin, she took a deep breath, wiped it away, closed her eyes and prayed a quick prayer for strength, before she got up abruptly, mentally preparing herself for another day.
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Ideas and Shorts
Ficción GeneralI have been feeling more creative of late, so here is where I'll be posting snippets and excerpts of potential stories/short stories. This is mainly so I can keep track of things I might want to pursue, but if you enjoy what you find or have any fee...
