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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:30 pm
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I have been with Jackobo since the day my mother had been buried, two years ago. He was my fathers best friend. On that day, it was sunny and beautiful. I just wish that in my own world it felt like and looked like that, but it didnt and I had a feeling it would never be. It was raining and raining in my view of life. The sky wasnt pouring water though-no not cats and dogs- tears, my tears. But one day the raining had stop. Everything was still the same though when it had been raining, cold, dark, and daunt. I wanted to cry for her. I just couldnt though, I couldnt even sob, I had cried when I saw her being killed. I was crying when she was singing to me, and when she had finally stopped breathing. I was still crying when my father came home. I had cried all day long and I understood, she was gone...forever. So...I would cry forever. At least, I wanted to, but I couldnt. That was okay, because my heart was crying for her and it always would be. When we were at her grave I stared at the white rose that was sticking up from the ground, I looked up and saw a huge tree. Right there I realized something, she was in a better place...Anything was better then living...Anything...Even death.
This is from a story that I'm working on.The main character, Oukow, is also my rpc and Jackobo is her pal. Hope you enjoyed the second chapter.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 7:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 8:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 4:05 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 7:04 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 11:36 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 2:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 4:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 7:48 pm
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