wake up in an outline and try to speak...
...with the shattered voice of the lives we lead.
i had to write a short story or something else for english and i wrote this. TT really liked it sooo she said i should post it so here i am...posting it.
The cold November rain came down in sheets and soaked everything it touched. The sky was charcoal gray and looked like ten o’clock at night instead of three in the afternoon. Arienette sat on her perfectly made bed, pictures were spread around on the red and white striped comforter. Smiling faces were beaming up at her from the shiny paper. Conor Oberst was crooning softly yet remorsefully, and she wondered why she even got out of bed this morning.
Anxiously she shifted crushing some of the photographs under her black converse shoe. She tugged at her straight black hair as she stared out the window at the falling rain outside. The walls of her room seemed to be closing in as she took each shallow breath. In a panic she stumbled clumsily off of her bed rumpling the perfectly made covers and scattering the stillframed memories and a stained razor blade to the oak floor. She could feel the bone chilling rain hit her feverish face and cooled her. She felt like running on and on forever not even caring where she would go. She would leave in her wake those stillframed memories and everything that meant something but their meaning was lost in the translation. The leafless trees passed by and the sky grew darker as the time went by. She did not know what she was running from but she did know one escape, she could feel it breathing down her neck and the time was now.
Conor Oberst’s quavering voice sang as Arienette lay face down on her floor, surrounded by pictures and clutching her wrist. Even then her past surrounded her. Their smiling faces still beaming brightly, though they would be soon stained. The rain slowed and patted lightly against the pavement outside signaling the end of the storm. Dead leaves and branches obscured the street and the clouds cleared finally showing that it really was just after three o’clock in the afternoon.
i had to write a short story or something else for english and i wrote this. TT really liked it sooo she said i should post it so here i am...posting it.
The cold November rain came down in sheets and soaked everything it touched. The sky was charcoal gray and looked like ten o’clock at night instead of three in the afternoon. Arienette sat on her perfectly made bed, pictures were spread around on the red and white striped comforter. Smiling faces were beaming up at her from the shiny paper. Conor Oberst was crooning softly yet remorsefully, and she wondered why she even got out of bed this morning.
Anxiously she shifted crushing some of the photographs under her black converse shoe. She tugged at her straight black hair as she stared out the window at the falling rain outside. The walls of her room seemed to be closing in as she took each shallow breath. In a panic she stumbled clumsily off of her bed rumpling the perfectly made covers and scattering the stillframed memories and a stained razor blade to the oak floor. She could feel the bone chilling rain hit her feverish face and cooled her. She felt like running on and on forever not even caring where she would go. She would leave in her wake those stillframed memories and everything that meant something but their meaning was lost in the translation. The leafless trees passed by and the sky grew darker as the time went by. She did not know what she was running from but she did know one escape, she could feel it breathing down her neck and the time was now.
Conor Oberst’s quavering voice sang as Arienette lay face down on her floor, surrounded by pictures and clutching her wrist. Even then her past surrounded her. Their smiling faces still beaming brightly, though they would be soon stained. The rain slowed and patted lightly against the pavement outside signaling the end of the storm. Dead leaves and branches obscured the street and the clouds cleared finally showing that it really was just after three o’clock in the afternoon.