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Nobody knows what I’m thinking about. As I slowly look up into the sky, memories fly back to that night. Darkness enfolded night, were I saw my mom’s life ended in that women’s hand. Maybe I should say my step mom instead of that woman. I can never forget that night; the memory is like the devil in your head that never goes away. You may not think about it, but you know it is always there, no matter how much I try. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me if I didn’t meet that boy” I said to the sky, but whether more like saying it to myself. It rained again today, in the same place, after 10 years, well he appear? He probably forgets that there is a girl waiting for him, a girl who waited for 10 years just because of a promise. I feel the raindrops in the fresh down of the first beat of my forehead, the kind of spring clean, fresh, kind of long-lost feeling once again rise from the bottom of my heart. I slowly fell asleep, but still waiting. Even if he showed up just a second, I will be happy.

I remember, mom, how you always say that “there is no doubt that happiness is the most precious thing in the world. Without it, life will be empty and meaningless.” But where is my happiness? Ever since you left that day, the only thing left in me is revenge; I will make them pay for what they did. Mom, you know, the second day you left, he kicked me out of the house. He always forgets me and instead he gives all the love to that women and her daughter. I’m going to go back to that city tomorrow, and I will make them pay.

I never thought that everything changed after I went back. As I walk to school on the first day, I feel like a loner, but I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree ——the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn…I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense… makes me feel like that mom was with me everywhere and every day, she is the only one who had brined warm to my, other than that little boy.

A month went by and the old me went by too. Before I think all my life is about revenge, until I met him, Aaron, the boy who I waited for ten years. I know we both have feelings for each other, from the way we look at each other and it is love that I see. We all wish that time could stop that night when we first met, even if we say each other every day, we still don’t be together.

Until one day Aaron said to me. “The Fountain of Youth” “What?” I was confused “We are going to go find the fountain of Youth, so we can be together forever. Emma, you know that it is just too much going on now. I wish that we can just be like little kids, where there is no revenge, no hate and just you and me.” Aaron said to me. Aaron thinks to easy, even if we drink from the Fountain of Youth, even if we are young again, we are still going to grow old, and there is still problems waiting for us, I don’t have courage to go through what I went before. But I didn’t want to say anything to him and I don’t feel saying anything to him, because everything is worth a try just to be with Aaron. So we went, went on a long journey to find the Fountain of Youth. I know we may not find it, but at least we can spend time together.

Mud and filth were smeared haphazardly over my weary body. The rain, which had pelted down on Aaron and me earlier had calmed and now only the dying sun shone. It was dusk now, and the barely visible light mixed with the dirt of the path to create a hazy cloud of dust that seemed to follow us. We had been walking for hours on this endless trail and were desperately thirsty. At first this great adventure we had planned seemed like such a good idea. We’d travel like gypsies to found the Fountain of Youth or the door to freedom. We would no longer feel trapped and locked in like prisoners in their jail.

Aaron and I had always yearned for the freedom and blissful life ever since we meet that night. Even thought that we only spend one week together when we were young, but that feeling can never goes away. I remember how all day long we would be able to chase the effervescent butterflies that were so frequently encircling our meadow. Until of course, Aaron left and then everything changed. I have no place to go and no one to play with, I became like deaf mute, who doesn’t talk and who can’t hear anything around her.

“Aaron, do you have any idea where we are going?” I asked breathlessly. “We have been walking for so long and I am quite weary and very thirsty.” Aaron could hear me struggling to keep up behind him, but he was desperate to keep going. “I know you are thirsty. And I am just as fatigued as you, but we really must keep going.” Aaron tried to keep his voice as cheerful and confident as possible, but he had no energy left in him, even for me. “We may take a break soon, but until we find a suitable place to sleep, we shall not be stopping.” Our feet dragged on up the steep, dusty path. My body feels like a robot, automatically stepping one foot in front of the other, continually moving forward. I was completely drained but I could not force my body to collapse. We had to keep going.

As I peaked at the mountain, something caught my eye. It came closer and I realized it was a butterfly. Aaron, who stood at my side, livened at the coincidence of seeing a butterfly so like the ones of our childhood. “Aaron” I yelled, “Can you believe it? A butterfly! It is so magnificent. I never thought I would see such a darling creature at the top of such a mountain!” “We must follow it!” As what I’m saying it, the butterfly fluttered off my hand and headed down the mountain. Aaron and I stumbled and staggered down the path, following the bug as closely as we could. Within minutes, the sight of glistening blue water was so welcoming and inviting; we both submerged ourselves and gulped in the delicious water. Almost immediately I began to feel energized, my body was reviving from its weary state. As I looked at Aaron, I saw him appearance soften and I recognized him as the little boy who I waited for ten years and always loved. In unison we both leapt from our haven of water. We ran around the valley chasing the butterfly as we had done when we were children. I can feel all part of my body like a little girl, as if we were young once again. And now there is nothing that can stop us from been together ever again.

Sunny Chen Nobody knows what she is thinking about. As she slowly looks up into the sky, memories fly back to that night. Darkness enfolded night, were she saw my mom’s life ended in that women’s hand. Maybe I should say my stepmom instead of that woman. I can never forget that night; the memory is like the devil in your head that never goes away. You may not think about it, but you know it is always there, no matter how much I try, I can’t. I can’t forget that night. “I don’t know what’s going to happen if I didn’t meet that boy” I said to the sky, but whether more like saying it to myself. It rained again today, in the same place, after 10 years, well he appear? He probably forget that there is a girl waiting for him, a girl who waited for 10 years just because of a promise. I feel the raindrops in the fresh down of the first beat of my forehead, the kind of spring clean, fresh, kind of long-lost feeling once again rise from the bottom of my heart. I slowly fell asleep, but still waiting. Even if he showed up just a second, it is worth it.

Remember, remember how mom you always say that “there is no doubt that happiness is the most precious thing in the world. Without it, life will be empty and meaningless.” But where is my happiness? Ever since you left that day, the only thing left in me is revenge; I will make them pay for what they did. Mom, you know, the second day you left, he ket me out of the house. He always forgets me and instead he gives all the love to that women and her daughter. I’m going to go back to that city tomorrow, and I will make them pay.

I never sought that everything changed after I went back. As I walk to school on the first day, I feel like a loner, but I like the subtle fresh green budding from the branches of the tree ——the herald of spring, ushering in the dawn…I like the subtle flow of cloud that makes the sky seem even more vast, azure and immense… makes me feel like that mom was with me everywhere and every day, she is the only one who had brined warm to my, other than that little boy.

A mouth went by and the old me went by too. Before I think all my life is about revenge, until I meet him, Aaron, the boy who I waited for ten years. I know we both have feeling for each other, from the way we look at each other and it is love that I see. We all wish that time could stop that night when we first meet, even if we say each other every day, we still don’t be together.

Until one day Aaron said to me. “The Fountain of Youth” “What?” I was confused “We are going to go found the fountain of Youth, so we can be together forever. Emma, you know that it is just too much going on now. I wish that we can just be like little kids, where there is no revenge, no hate and just you and me.” Aaron thinks to easy, even if we drink from the Fountain of Youth, even if we are young again, we are still going to grow old, and there is still problems waiting for us, I don’t have courage to go through what went before. But I didn’t want to say anything to him; I don’t feel like things everything to him, because everything is worth a try just to be with Aaron. So we went, went on a long journey to found the Fountain of Youth. I know we may not found it, but at least we can spend time together.

Mud and filth were smeared haphazardly over my weary body. The rain, which had pelted down on Aaron and me earlier had calmed and now only the dying sun shone. It was dusk now, and the barely visible light mixed with the dirt of the path to create a hazy cloud of dust that seemed to follow us. We had been walking for hours on this endless trail and were desperately thirsty. At first this great adventure we had planned seemed like such a good idea. We’d travel like gypsies to found the Fountain of Youth or the door to freedom. We would no longer feel trapped and locked in like prisoners in their jail.

Aaron and I had always yearned for the freedom and blissful life ever since we meet that night. Even thought that we only spend one week together we were young, but that feeling can never goes away. I remember how all day long we would be able to chase the effervescent butterflies that were so frequently encircling our meadow. Until of course, Aaron left and then everything changed. I have no place to go and no one to play with, I became like deaf mute, who doesn’t talk and who can’t hear anything around her.

“Aaron, do you have any idea where we are going?” I asked breathlessly. “We have been walking for so long and I am quite weary and very thirsty.” Aaron could hear me struggling to keep up behind him, but he was desperate to keep going. “I know you are thirsty. And I am just as fatigued as you, but we really must keep going.” Aaron tried to keep his voice as cheerful and confident as possible, but he had no energy left in him, even for me. “We may take a break soon, but until we find a suitable place to sleep, we shall not be stopping.” Our feet dragged on up the steep, dusty path. My body feels like a robot, automatically stepping one foot in front of the other, continually moving forward. I was completely drained but I could not force my body to collapse. We had to keep going.

As I peaked at the mountain, something caught my eye. It came closer and I realized it was a butterfly. Aaron, who stood at my side, livened at the coincidence of seeing a butterfly so like the ones of our childhood. “Aaron” I yelled, “Can you believe it? A butterfly! It is so magnificent. I never thought I would see such a darling creature at the top of such a mountain!” “We must follow it!”

As what I’m saying it, the butterfly fluttered off my hand and headed down the mountain. Aaron and I stumbled and staggered down the path, following the bug as closely as we could. Within minutes, the sight of glistening blue water was so welcoming and inviting; we both submerged ourselves and gulped in the delicious water.

Almost immediately I began to feel energized, my body was reviving from its weary state. As I looked at Aaron, I saw him appearance soften and I recognized him as the little boy who I waited for ten years and always loved. In unison we both leapt from our haven of water. We ran around the valley chasing the butterfly as we had done when we were children. I can feel all part of my body like a little girl, as if we were young once again. And now there is nothing that can stop us for being together ever again.