Dii
08-27-2009, 09:30 PM
This is my first story ever, so please point out anything I do/did wrong thanks.
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Today I watched the sun set in my backyard; it was pretty beautiful considering it will be the last one I ever see. Today I told my friends I would talk to them later, even though I knew I wouldn’t. Today I spent a good share of my day writing letters to my friends, family, and even people I didn’t get a long with. The last thing I had to eat was a slice of a BLT pizza; I wasn’t very hungry but savored it like it was my last meal (probably because it was). As I was walking back to the place where I was going to end everything I started becoming nervous, shaking, crying. What I was going to do had finally come to me, but I realized there was no going back now. I climbed atop the tree of which would be where I would come to rest with what I had done in this life. I tied the rope around the branch, and then my neck, and then looked back on everything one last time. I thought about things such as my first kiss, the day I passed my road test, the day I met my best friend, and then I thought about the day I met the girl that would ultimately bring me here to this tree. Was it destiny? I wondered. Was everything I did in my life just leading up to this moment where I sat upon this branch? I thought to myself that I must have just been made to become an example of. I started to sob; I looked down and took one last breath of air, and jumped.
Then he awoke, like he did the day before and the days before that, and just like those days, the day went exactly the same, it was all just progress like that of a repeating record over and over again. He woke up went to the store, got a rope and some envelopes. Went to the mall with his friends and told them he would talk to them later, came home wrote those letters, ate some food, and then he walked back to the place where all of his days came to an end, wondering if it was truly his destiny.
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Today I watched the sun set in my backyard; it was pretty beautiful considering it will be the last one I ever see. Today I told my friends I would talk to them later, even though I knew I wouldn’t. Today I spent a good share of my day writing letters to my friends, family, and even people I didn’t get a long with. The last thing I had to eat was a slice of a BLT pizza; I wasn’t very hungry but savored it like it was my last meal (probably because it was). As I was walking back to the place where I was going to end everything I started becoming nervous, shaking, crying. What I was going to do had finally come to me, but I realized there was no going back now. I climbed atop the tree of which would be where I would come to rest with what I had done in this life. I tied the rope around the branch, and then my neck, and then looked back on everything one last time. I thought about things such as my first kiss, the day I passed my road test, the day I met my best friend, and then I thought about the day I met the girl that would ultimately bring me here to this tree. Was it destiny? I wondered. Was everything I did in my life just leading up to this moment where I sat upon this branch? I thought to myself that I must have just been made to become an example of. I started to sob; I looked down and took one last breath of air, and jumped.
Then he awoke, like he did the day before and the days before that, and just like those days, the day went exactly the same, it was all just progress like that of a repeating record over and over again. He woke up went to the store, got a rope and some envelopes. Went to the mall with his friends and told them he would talk to them later, came home wrote those letters, ate some food, and then he walked back to the place where all of his days came to an end, wondering if it was truly his destiny.