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By PaperSmile
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06 December 2006 |
Okay...so, yeah...another short story inspired by a Jam song, but it's one of my forgotten favourites. It's a story of love and of loss, and I hope you like it.
Cheers,
Paper Smile. My English Rose
As I walk beside the sea I hear a fog horn in the distance. The ocean spray carries in the wind, soaking me to the bone, but I barely notice. Beside me walks my love, the one from which no bonds will ever keep me. As I stop she continues along the beach, turning to look down the beach. She turns back into the wind and walks further into the distance. I smile and jog after her.
We know each other so very well. People always said we were perfect for each other. And the sea is where we met. You, the daughter of a fisherman and I, the son of a fish merchant. We met one day, and we fell in love.
We owned a dog, a Cavalier King Charles. You loved that dog so. You took it everywhere, even sailed the seven seas with it beside us. When it died you were devastated. You cried so much. I held you long into the night, comforting you, telling you everything would be better soon. We kissed and fell asleep together. I asked you to marry me the next day.
We spent so long together. We were such good friends, barely arguing, so caught up in our incredible love for one another. So happy. So peaceful. We were meant for each other, you my soul mate and I yours.
You turn once more, the sand pushing its way up between your toes, your hair swept over your face by the wind. Tears stain your face, and in your hands you hold a single red rose. You turn towards the sea, tears trickling down your beautiful face. You glance at the rose and throw it into the water, waves washing it out into oblivion. I stand behind you, desperate to touch you, to comfort you once again, to let you know I'm happy and that I will always be with you. I want so badly to tell you that everything will be okay and that we will meet once again, but I cannot.
You leave, slowly, the tears still running freely. I stand still, unable to move. Then I walk away, into the distance, into the sea, but no matter where I roam I will return to my English Rose, for no bonds can ever keep me from she.
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Roses
Written by Fledermaus (3448 comments posted) 6th December 2006 | An interesting and sad read. It makes me wonder what went wrong between them. The rose floating into oblivion... a nice metaphor.
You could perhaps try to play a bit more with the sentence structure to make it a bit more diverse, but this was an enjoyable read. |
Written by katejayne (17 comments posted) 23rd February 2008 | A good read.
You may want to change the title font as it was overlapping the first line on my screen.
A lot of your sentences start with either we/you, a little variation could make a lot of difference,
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