August 27, 2009
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Storm
She softly whispered her regrets to the wind. The bitter sting of tears threatened to spill over and the huge lump in her throat made it so hard to swallow. The wind whipped her long golden tresses around and around. Clenched fingers regretted letting the flowers go. She threw them up to the sky and watch them float away. They landed in the water below her.
How had it come to this? Visions of this had been dreamed, premonitions thought. She had always known it would come down to this. Rain fell. The dress was becoming soaked, clinging to her form. The sea was so angry. It pounded on the rocks below. She could barely see the roses anymore through the darkness. It wasn’t time yet. Her bones knew it. She finally let go of her tears. They mixed with the rain.
Distant thunder. Too far away still. She watched the lightning come closer and closer with every strike. Would one strike her heart? Her heart was dying. She needed revival.
But she knew it wouldn’t happen. She’d seen this in her mind’s eye a thousand times plus one.
The storm was finally upon her.
She opened her mouth and screamed. Agony creeped out around her but it was never heard. The raging thunder provided cover for her pain. The sounds were wrenched from her racking body just before she threw herself onto the rocks below, giving her body to the sea.
Comments (11)
what a sacrifice…
This is hauntingly beautiful.
There is something so iconic about a cliff face overlooking the ocean; the power is intrinsic. Include a storm, and it becomes an amazing metaphor, and encapsulates the wretched beauty of an untimely sacrifice.
Excellent piece,
Taylor
@skylar_rose - Thank you so much! I’ve never really been good at providing good feedback to other writers…now I feel like such a tard for not saying more about your piece, lol!
@crazy2love - No worries
When it comes to feedback, I like to be thorough. I majored in writing in post secondary. Part of the requirements were to give quality feedback.
It’s a tough habit to get out of.
Personally, I’m happy if I get a “hullo” as a response to my work
Rythematic
She should have dived into sea before giving me milk:)
Very gothic…{Emily Bronte?}
Very nice.
Wow…this was really great! So sad she felt the need to go that way though.
@sweetlovinlife - Thank you =] I’m not sure what I was thinking about when I wrote it…I was just letting my fingers type it all.
@crazy2love - Your welcome..and that is how I do it too..when the need to write comes. I just let go and wala whatever it is. lol..