August 14, 2008

• [short] Writing Assignment #9

  This is the first one of these that I feel like I did a really decent job on. So please read it and leave a comment. Feel free to disillusion me of this misconception too.

  Assignment #9: Write 5 paragraphs or less. Have a thrilling ending.

  Everything was wrong. The air felt wrong. The ground felt wrong. The rain clouds pouring their torrential rains washing away the flowers were wrong. And the grave at Leslie’s feet that was the most wrong of all. Leslie was wrong too, but then that had never surprised her. When had anything in her life ever not been wrong? You Idiot, she thought as she remembered.

  She’d been in a pissy mood when she’d started ranting at him. “You know what the funny thing about all this is? I knew this was going to happen. I knew it all along. Why do I keep fooling myself into thinking things will work out? I should have prepared myself for this a long time ago. I’m telling you Liam, it was just a matter of time all along. All good things come to an end.”

  He’d laughed at her with that quiet infectious laugh that somehow always managed to make her smile and said: “Oh woe is me! You’re not the first person to go through a bad breakup little sister. You can’t conclude that the whole universe is wrong just because things didn’t work out between you and Michael. Come on you gotta admit sometimes good things can last.”  She glared at him and punched him on the arm. “Not for me they don’t. You know how fucked up my life has been. Nothing good lasts forever. Not in my life.”

  Liam had grown strangely quiet and for once an unusual seriousness came over him. He’d taken her hand and looked her right in the eye. For once there wasn’t a hint of laughter in his always jolly voice. He said: “One day I know you’ll find your forever good, Leslie.”

  “IDIOT!” The older Leslie shouted into the brewing storm. “Didn’t you know? You were supposed to be my forever good. The one who was always going to be there. But looks like I was right all along. Cuz now you’re down there but I’m still here. All alone.”  The storm had grown so loud that she could barely hear her own racking sobs, but when the laughter echoed through the night, she  heard it clearly. His laughter. Only it wasn’t a memory this time and it didn’t make her smile. It felt wrong.  An ethereal hand appeared over her left should and Leslie knew terror like she had never felt before. A voice whispered into her ear: “Oh but I am forever, little sister. And soon, you will be too.”

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