Always Refreshing (Unintentionally a little sad) · 3:55am Aug 9th, 2019
Feels good to, every now and then, write something which is lighthearted and just a bit of fun (my story "From the Diary of Close Call") without knowing a shadow of darkness looms for the next chapter as a counter-point. Much like a number of the moments in my story, "The Fractured".
Don't like having to get into the darkness too much, but, without it, whether it be an outside or internal force, and though it is painful for myself to write, readers to absorb and the characters to go through, the characters cannot grow.
Makes me think of two stories, one I read years ago and the other, the shortest I have ever heard, was told to me more recently.
The first I read on a different site when I was a member there. If I remember correctly, it was narrated by the mother of a girl who was telling her class about her father who wasn't there on a day all others were. It was tragic, yet poignant and dwelt more on her time with her father and how she saw him now. It was also a reflection of how the writer viewed the events of 9/11. For you see, the girl's father died when the towers fell. I wish I had made a copy of it so I could read it even now.
The second raises many questions and broadens the mind making me still wonder to this day, even though it is a mere six words long and is told in the form of a newspaper classified advertisement. "For Sale. Baby Carriage. Never Used." I have no words for what this does to me.
If anyone knows the first story and can provide a link, please PM me. I would be very grateful.
Although, I still delve into the darkness, I will always strive to bring some light with me.
Tael.
Heehee.
Very mature mindset to have.
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