The Day You Never Wish to See ( First Person )
Standing there under the trees in the field, my best friend was on the ground hugging the neck of her horse. The cries coming from her made it all the more real that her friend was gone.I wanted to help her, but all I could think of was the facts. He had a bone cyst, his leg broke and the pain caused his blood pressure to rise and his heart to fail. It sounds so simple, right ? It isn’t, it’s not just a broken leg and a heart attack. It is watching your best friend break down and question everything around her. It’s watching your best friend take a piece of her favorites horse's tail before he is buried. It’s watching your best friend realizing that her horse is never going to get up from where he is at. Standing there with her I silently cried while stroking the soft hair of his nose. The time slowed to a stop when we said our goodbyes. The moments dragged by before we left. When we got up to leave I noticed how peaceful it was. The ground was shaded by gold and red leaves getting ready to fall. A gentle breeze rustled the grass at our feet as we climbed back into the car and drove away from the field. I checked on my friend and wished to tell her that it would be okay, but I knew better than to lie. Sad Day For All ( Third person Omniscient ) A shadow fell across the pasture as the sun slid over the sky. Orange and red leaves littered the ground in one small spot. There was only one tree losing leaves that day. The loss of leaves seemed to fit perfectly with what else was lost. A beloved horse had fallen and laid under this tree while two girls and a woman stood beside his body. The tallest of the girls was kneeling on the ground next to his neck. The other girl stood slightly behind her watching with water in her eyes. Sitting next to the horse the girl sobbed over all the plans she had for him. She was going to build a barn and let him grow old in it. He should not have passed away this soon she thought. The plans were all shattered in that moment, the pieces floated passed in blurred images of promising times that would never happen. The woman who stood farther away from the girls looked on with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her daughter had lost the most important thing in the world to her and she had no control over it. Fate had demolished what she had promised her daughter. When they all piled in the truck the tears had eased and a sense of calm washed over them. Their beloved pet lay peacefully in a beautiful field under a fall breeze.
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Tori Shepherd
Oblivion The ticking sound was driving him crazy. It came at random times of the day and he was the only one to hear it. Scratching at his old tattered clothes, the wind whipped back his ripped jeans. Staggering towards the edge he dropped the last bottle of bourbon he had. Screaming into the void of his ruined life he climbed up on top of the ledge of the building. Looking down at the busy night street he thought about his life. Thinking about how much he had tried to keep his life together. Going from being an inner city delinquent to cleaning up his act and getting into a law school he has fought to make things better. He cursed and cursed at himself for what he had done but he knew it was his own fault. He was the only one to blame for this. Not realizing how stressful being a lawyer was he had turned to going to the bar a few nights a week as a way to have fun and let loose. Those few nights a few led to every night., Mmanaging to keep it under control for a few months, he kept his job. When he started showing up to work drunk, his boss finally fired him. Not having a job anymore he lost his house, his friends, and any contact with anyone besides the other bar flies that shared his addiction. The ticking was back again. He stumbled and barely caught himself. It never went away, it only just came back into focus. He thought about how rich he had been. He was almost married; he thought he would have been a good husband. Trying to blame the bartenders and the store clerks for what had happened stopped working when he started stealing the booze. He had no one to blame now. Laughing he looked at the moon and imagined that it was his spotlight. This was his moment. The gritty ledge was dirty with years of wear, just like his life. But the air was clean. He jumped into oblivion. |
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