The following is a piece of fiction and was not intended for any particular person.
“Inflict? Or Waiting?”
She slammed the door behind her. She turned on the computer, searching, finding, reaching for someone. She longed for closure and so much more. She was neither ugly nor the essence of beauty but her opinion was widespread.
She made herself be heard but couldn’t hear herself…
Her only friend was occupying the backyard. That friend never spoke back. Never gave her disloyalty but only acceptance. Every time the friend looked into her eyes, there was no hate, no disagreements and no blame shifting, but only its full attention for support. She could never ridicule the friend, no matter how bad she was tested.
Her assumption that; the lack of prevention was the key to unlocking the friendship door and letting freedom prevail. She tried to understand others when she wasn’t understandable. Her grip on the trophy was now slipping away with her hopes and emerging nightmares. She could no longer handle the insecurities of fate.
She turned off her computer.
Now silence.
Like the trees outside stretching it branches out to hold the sun.
She had forgiven the unforgettable, and forgotten the unforgivable.
The day was over, the damage had been done.
She went to sleep to prepare for tomorrow’s battle.
Footnote: I choose the title because it’s an anagram of
“Fictional Writing”
I should also point out that I rushed and compacted this in one night; usually I spend more than a week’s time coming up with fictional material.
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your writing is very interesting, you associate things in the outside world to explain things going on on the inside of someone's mind or even heart. for a nights work its really good.
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