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I want you back by username by me

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I want you back

Postby username by me » Fri Nov 22, 2013 3:03 pm

    ~Emotional Story Below :)
The Oak trees whisper a song and caress my hair as I walk stiffly between them. My basket that swung by my side only minutes before is still in my hand, making it clammy. I want to slow down and turn back, I shouldn't have come today. Instead my feet push harder, moving me faster. Before I know it it'm running, then sprinting. The trees turn blurry around me as I push even faster. Focus, I tell myself. My brain is screaming to turn back but it seems that my feet have lost all connection to my thoughts. I burst through the trees and into the meadow, I notice that I'm not carrying my basket anymore. Then the ground comes at me, and before I know what's happening I''m sprawled in patch of moss thats just starting to sprout tiny white buds. My fall brings me back to reality, and I sit up. I ache all over, especially my feet, how long was I running? Then I realize where I am. I'm about a quarter mile from the creek I loved to play in when I was little. My best friend Lucy and I would come here every sunday afternoon and stay until it was dark. But that was a long time ago. Lucy drowned in that creek, and I haven't been there sense. For some reason, I get up and walk to it. I'm not in a trance anymore, at least I don't think I am. I can see the creek now, it's not flooded like it was when lucy drowned, but the water is still high. I approach it slowly, as if it were a venomous snake that could swallow me if I came to close. Time seemed to slow down, and I had to force myself to breathe. I kneeled by the water, the grass was soft, and I slid off my shoes. I knew I couldn't hold back my grief any longer, so I closed my eyes and let the tears run down my face. I looked into the water and saw a glint of something. I forced my self to look up, and what I saw almost broke my heart. It was Lucy, and yet it wasn't her. It was her eyes, her face, her shape, and yet it wasn't. and then I knew why it wasn't, it was because Lucy was made of water. The next thing I knew she was reaching for me. A tear ran down my cheek. "I want you back" I sad, my voice was nearly a whisper, and cracked with tears in my throat. "I will always be here." The voice came from the wind, not even a voice, maybe just the leaves rustling, but I heard it. I reached my hand for hers, and I saw the tears in her eyes too. I set my hands on top of hers and felt her touch, it was the innocent touch of a child. "I want you back" I croaked again, the tears streaming down my cheeks. "I want you back." and then she was gone as if in the wind, she just melted away....


I would like some critique if you guys have any :)
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...............Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
...............Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
...............beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness
...............that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I
...............to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
...............Actually, who are we not to be?
...............~Marianne Williamson
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Re: I want you back

Postby username by me » Sun Nov 24, 2013 1:26 pm

bump :)
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...............Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
...............Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
...............beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness
...............that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I
...............to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
...............Actually, who are we not to be?
...............~Marianne Williamson
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