I write stories in my spare time - well not complete stories, just random things. I have been nervous about sharing them because I don't want others to think they are daft, but now I guess I don't care. So, all opinions welcome. Thank you x
Story 1
I am alone, though my classmates sit close by. The continuous stream of loudly spoken words ring in my ears, though nothing makes sense. The bouncing floors rock me as the teacher walks round; up, down, up, down… Hypnotizing. Research and revision, yes task I have been set, yet my mind wanders aimlessly amongst dreams. This place I call home feels more like a temporary stop, a place to rest while I plan my next step through this war. Life. What a place to call war; life. Surely war is death. But no, not to me. My life is war. Every harsh word is a bullet fired, every argument a shell, every day a battle to survive. I was not born for this world to be easy or peaceful. But no-one was. Yet everyone hides behind another, dismissing the most obvious truth. Life is a constant war, and we are but the soldiers fighting through…
The day this battle does end, is the day we humans failed to fight hard enough. And all we fought to gain will be lost in folds of everlasting darkness, and so nothing will remember us for who we really were…
They will only remember the failures, not our endless fighting hardships.
Story 2
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock…
The clock never stops in its endless circle. The chairs remain motionless in the stilted air. I remember the noise that would fly from the playground at break. That cheerful chatter of unknowing souls. That wishful innocence I no longer cling to. That hopeful look of escape we wore. But now, all that cheer, that wish, that hope is gone.
Nothing remains…
Nothing remains of the world I grew up in…
Story 3
No light shines through the darkness,
No friendly voice to follow,
No guiding hand to lead,
There is nothing in the world that can help you escape,
Yet that is all you now pray for.
People speak of shining lights,
People claim of wide open wings,
People hope of seeing friends,
But all that surrounds is ever lasting darkness.
A blanket of black that ends your mind,
So thin and fragile looking,
Yet no knife can cut through,
Forever alone in the night.
Forever drifting,
Forever stranded,
Forever alone…
