RWT2S
06-04-2010, 04:25 PM
Hi, I'm an 18 year old who is about to graduate from a small school in Queens, New York. For my last semester I took a short story class, I did pretty well in it, and everyone who I showed my stuff to liked it. I just want to see what other people think. The story I'm going to share is my personal favorite. The grammar in this story was already corrected by my teacher, but I never updated it. So if you would like to give feedback, don't worry about the grammatical errors.
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The teapot whistled as she got up from her room and poured herself a cup of Irish Breakfast to start off her morning. She sipped it along with her oatmeal and began reading over the paper. She couldn’t get through the first story before it started to happen. Throughout her reading, her eyes would dart over and stare at the diary.
She put down her paper, and threw her tea down to the floor. The ceramic cup broke into distinct pieces on the floor. She looked at the diary and yelled at it. It was her sister’s; it was a constant reminder of what happened. It had the answers she wanted, but she could not open it without becoming hysteric.
She always considered her big sister strong. She also always considered people who took their own lives the weakest. Everyday she has yelled at herself about being too weak to read through the pages and see what her sister was thinking. She would tell herself that if she loved her sister she would read it, but could just never muster the strength to do it.
Today was different; it was six months since the funeral and was her sister’s birthday. She took the diary, held back her tears and began to read it. She was not hysteric this time, but tears continuously ran down her face.
The first page of her diary welcomed the diary into her sister’s life. She introduced herself to the diary and told it her name was Beth. She also told it that it was the second diary she had owned, she had finished the last page of her first diary the day before this page was written, she had it for three years and received it on her 18th birthday. Beth told the diary, that she didn’t trust it yet and it would have to earn her trust like how the first one did, but she liked it and believed that it would.
She looked at the date of the first entry; it was about three years ago. She was proud of herself, and how she was able to read the first story. She was not as scared about what the diary had to tell her anymore, and embraced it.
As she read, she found out all different things about Beth that her sister never told her. She learned about her sister’s dreams and fascinations that she never knew before. She knew Beth loved wine, but had no idea her dream was to open her own vineyard and become a part of the wine business. The tears of sadness became tears of joy when she realized this way a way to connect with Beth, and not a way to feel bad about her. She delved more and more into the diary. As time went by, Beth trusted her diary more, she talked about lovers, crushes, professors, and girls she had problems with. Beth had very strong views, and after reading half way in to it she no longer liked Beth’s roommate or ex-boyfriend’s mother.
She was happy with how this was going so far, she was able to relive Beth’s life over the past three years. She had even skipped lunch, and as the day was coming to a close, so was the diary. There were only a few pages left, she braced herself, and she knew this is when it would get dark. Beth began talking about being too content, being too comfortable. She wanted something else but was not sure what. She was bored doing the same old routine everyday. The entry she just read was from seven months ago, but even though she was scared she could not keep reading.
She turned the page to the next entry, there was no date, just a letter to her.
“Dear Sam,
If you are reading this, then I have passed on. I’m sure if you are reading this, you started from the beginning. I hope my stories can give you some sort of closure, because I can’t. I just want to see what awaits me when I move on. I have nothing left here to do, everything is the same. I wanted the biggest change possible and this was it. Please when you think about me, do not mourn me, love me. I will always be in your heart.
I love you,
Beth”
Samantha was infuriated. Beth killed herself because she was bored. She wanted to rip up the whole diary, but couldn’t. She considered ripping up the story, but decided against it. She decided to read the diary, knowing full well how it ended. She picked up the diary put it on the shelf, and then poured herself a glass of wine.
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The teapot whistled as she got up from her room and poured herself a cup of Irish Breakfast to start off her morning. She sipped it along with her oatmeal and began reading over the paper. She couldn’t get through the first story before it started to happen. Throughout her reading, her eyes would dart over and stare at the diary.
She put down her paper, and threw her tea down to the floor. The ceramic cup broke into distinct pieces on the floor. She looked at the diary and yelled at it. It was her sister’s; it was a constant reminder of what happened. It had the answers she wanted, but she could not open it without becoming hysteric.
She always considered her big sister strong. She also always considered people who took their own lives the weakest. Everyday she has yelled at herself about being too weak to read through the pages and see what her sister was thinking. She would tell herself that if she loved her sister she would read it, but could just never muster the strength to do it.
Today was different; it was six months since the funeral and was her sister’s birthday. She took the diary, held back her tears and began to read it. She was not hysteric this time, but tears continuously ran down her face.
The first page of her diary welcomed the diary into her sister’s life. She introduced herself to the diary and told it her name was Beth. She also told it that it was the second diary she had owned, she had finished the last page of her first diary the day before this page was written, she had it for three years and received it on her 18th birthday. Beth told the diary, that she didn’t trust it yet and it would have to earn her trust like how the first one did, but she liked it and believed that it would.
She looked at the date of the first entry; it was about three years ago. She was proud of herself, and how she was able to read the first story. She was not as scared about what the diary had to tell her anymore, and embraced it.
As she read, she found out all different things about Beth that her sister never told her. She learned about her sister’s dreams and fascinations that she never knew before. She knew Beth loved wine, but had no idea her dream was to open her own vineyard and become a part of the wine business. The tears of sadness became tears of joy when she realized this way a way to connect with Beth, and not a way to feel bad about her. She delved more and more into the diary. As time went by, Beth trusted her diary more, she talked about lovers, crushes, professors, and girls she had problems with. Beth had very strong views, and after reading half way in to it she no longer liked Beth’s roommate or ex-boyfriend’s mother.
She was happy with how this was going so far, she was able to relive Beth’s life over the past three years. She had even skipped lunch, and as the day was coming to a close, so was the diary. There were only a few pages left, she braced herself, and she knew this is when it would get dark. Beth began talking about being too content, being too comfortable. She wanted something else but was not sure what. She was bored doing the same old routine everyday. The entry she just read was from seven months ago, but even though she was scared she could not keep reading.
She turned the page to the next entry, there was no date, just a letter to her.
“Dear Sam,
If you are reading this, then I have passed on. I’m sure if you are reading this, you started from the beginning. I hope my stories can give you some sort of closure, because I can’t. I just want to see what awaits me when I move on. I have nothing left here to do, everything is the same. I wanted the biggest change possible and this was it. Please when you think about me, do not mourn me, love me. I will always be in your heart.
I love you,
Beth”
Samantha was infuriated. Beth killed herself because she was bored. She wanted to rip up the whole diary, but couldn’t. She considered ripping up the story, but decided against it. She decided to read the diary, knowing full well how it ended. She picked up the diary put it on the shelf, and then poured herself a glass of wine.