It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Friday, January 4, 2008
...losing you (third person)
How time a small amount of time changes a man forever. He lies in his bed, still clothed, huddled on his side, clutching a handkerchief for dear life. Lines of tears have fallen down his cheek and into the pillow. The pillow he once shared with her, but now it is his alone. Alone. It's a frightening word. Singular, cold, daunting and desperate. Everything he had was his 'alone'. The pillow, the bed and his overriding feeling. His eyes were fixed on nothing in particular, questions with no answers rebounded around his mind. No amount of clinging on could appease him — it was all worthless. No action was the right action to do. Moving seemed futile; to remove himself from the bed was to distance himself from where he and she were at their best. To move now would be for him to accept defeat. He was defeated already, of course, this was obvious for all who wished to see this man crushed and left behind. The room grew colder and his tears subsided, yet still he could do nothing but stare. Looking for memories of the girl he loved, each one hurting a hundred times more.
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the discriptions are amazing and you can feel the pain that is felt ....
really good xxxx
Excellent work Rees !
xx
Looking forward to reading more.
My goodness you can write!, wonderful stuff, brought tears to my eyes!