A Suzanne production:
Finally Working!
Published at Wednesday, April 22, 2009, 6:12 AM
Whees! I'm actually writing something now! It's not much, but I finally wrote 300+ words for my Scholastic Essay Competition. It's reaaaaaaaally cheesy, but that's what I was trying to do. xD Comment and critique please?
Ding.
The silver door parted, along with it my blurry reflection. I limped silently into the small elevator my apartment had to offer. The doors closed on me, reflected once again before me was what I tried so hard to run away from. That familiar face from my bedroom mirror; that long silky black hair I preserved for 3 years; that slender figure from skipping lunch for 2 years… all these cease to mean anything anymore.
I ran my finger down the panel of buttons. Twenty numbers flashed as I dropped onto the dull elevator floor. I looked around me through my teary eyes and cluttered bangs. The silver sheen of the unwelcoming elevator walls ran shivers down my spine.
Ding.
The doors to the eighth floor opened. I never liked elevators. Its confined space makes any broom closet look better. I would opt for the stairs at any time of the day. Except, this time was the last time, and I could not heave out anymore energy to climb the stairs. Not to mention the injury on my foot. Even at the end of my life, and all the other times before that, I had to rely on something I detested.
Ding.
I wished I were a bird. I pressed my burning cheeks against the cold steel walls. Small traces of ink and spray paint were spread across the elevator. My puffy eyes caught a scratch pattern on the wall near my feet. “W&S Forever”, it read. A feeble laugh escaped my mouth. They were so foolish. In this world, nothing lasts forever, especially not love. A man’s heart was fickle, they flew wherever and whenever they wished, leaving their woman lost behind. I should never have trusted it. It was so unfair that girls could not play the same trick on these unfaithful men. Perhaps, it was only I who was powerless to do so.
Ding.
Ding.
The silver door parted, along with it my blurry reflection. I limped silently into the small elevator my apartment had to offer. The doors closed on me, reflected once again before me was what I tried so hard to run away from. That familiar face from my bedroom mirror; that long silky black hair I preserved for 3 years; that slender figure from skipping lunch for 2 years… all these cease to mean anything anymore.
I ran my finger down the panel of buttons. Twenty numbers flashed as I dropped onto the dull elevator floor. I looked around me through my teary eyes and cluttered bangs. The silver sheen of the unwelcoming elevator walls ran shivers down my spine.
Ding.
The doors to the eighth floor opened. I never liked elevators. Its confined space makes any broom closet look better. I would opt for the stairs at any time of the day. Except, this time was the last time, and I could not heave out anymore energy to climb the stairs. Not to mention the injury on my foot. Even at the end of my life, and all the other times before that, I had to rely on something I detested.
Ding.
I wished I were a bird. I pressed my burning cheeks against the cold steel walls. Small traces of ink and spray paint were spread across the elevator. My puffy eyes caught a scratch pattern on the wall near my feet. “W&S Forever”, it read. A feeble laugh escaped my mouth. They were so foolish. In this world, nothing lasts forever, especially not love. A man’s heart was fickle, they flew wherever and whenever they wished, leaving their woman lost behind. I should never have trusted it. It was so unfair that girls could not play the same trick on these unfaithful men. Perhaps, it was only I who was powerless to do so.
Ding.
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