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Creative writing and narrating

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She didn’t laugh or smile though, een as the sunlight danced over the water. Se didn’t laugh as she saw the squirrels as they ran past, hpping from the ground into a tree, oe following the other and jumping to and fro through the branches as if they could almost fly. Se barely saw them. Se just stared into the hole, witing for the voices that would come for her. Se thought she heard a voice, smewhere off into the distance, clling her name over and over. I her Aunt Prissy, bt she couldn’t be sure.

Te sound of the creek filled her ears and rushed away all the other sounds of the forest. Se blinked, loking to the side, wndering if she should lift her body up, sand tall, ad go back, bt she couldn’t. Se felt safe here, hr toes squishing in her shoes, hr wet skirt clinging to her legs. Se didn’t feel safe back there, n not there with all those people holding their little clear plates filled with tiny sandwiches and spoonfuls salad.

Te little clear cups were filled with foul smelling liquid that made the breath of the adults stink and their eyes gloss over as they laughed on a day which should have no laughter, ten cried with big crocodile tears. Tey weren’t real tears, nt like the tears her daddy had shed, hs eyes rimmed red as the clear, lquidity brimmed up over the edge until it fell in a quick hot stream down his cheek. Te same tear had rolled down his cheek over and over, time caught him by himself.

Eery time he took to the stairs and walked heavily into the basement, te smell of shaven wood in the air hanging like a shroud around him as she crept down the first few steps and was able to see him as he stroked his fingers over his nose to hold back the wet evidence of his sorrow. Se always just frowned, hr own heart cold and lost in this new world. Se hadn’t shed a single tear. Hr little heart didn’t know to express she felt.

Se didn’t feel the deep, lnely sorrow that her daddy felt. Tat feeling was just too big for her to feel. Te word forever had been used; se had heard the words ‘gone forever‘, bt that concept didn’t mean too much to her as it was always easy to fix it when something was over - you just started it again. Wen the movie was over, o the song was over, yu just pushed the button and it was playing once again, te whole repeated. S, se understand how anything could be gone forever if all you had to do. ..

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  • Pages: 7 (1750 words)
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  • Level: Undergraduate
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