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Rated: PG-13ish
There once was a girl, who had live in the same small town all her life, never knowing what was beyond the city limits, but always wondering. This girl was utterly normal; but unique, smart; but dumb, her mommy's little girl and town's little angel. The girl had three goals in life, to move far away, become a famous writer and to see new things.
The day after her eighteenth birthday she left home. Being her mother's only child had always been hard because her mother was always afraid she'd lose her, so she never let her free, but the thing her mom didn't realize was: she had already lost her. She went to the biggest city she could find and with the money she had saved, rented a small apartment. With her first goal a memory, she set out to conquer her second.
At heart she had always been a writer and reader. She didn't remember a time without books or pen and paper. When writing she could let her feelings flow freely and write her life the way it was supposed to be. She wrote of epic adventures with new twists and turns for the hero to over come, and she wrote of far away places and people who fell in love forever. On her second day in this new city she went to an editor and asked them to read her works, oh the things they told her. They laughed at her simple stories and happy endings telling her she should get a real job that paid real money. They said, "Don't you know? There are too many writers and not enough readers in this world." They then slammed the door in her face, she could still hear them laughing. Defeated, she took their advise and found a real job as a checkout girl at a local store. She soon found out that real people didn't care, and oh how she wished she had never succeeded at her third goal.
On her tenth day in the city she was walking home in the early morning hours, as she had done for the past three days. This day was different though, the moon seemed stapled to the sky with an eery crimson glow basking around it. She shuddered as she pasted an ally, only feet from her apartment building. Above a street light flickered and lit a scene that had been unfolding in the dark of a young man being killed but two unknown attackers. His screams went unnoticed, and like a hero in the girl's stories, she tried to save this man. Oh, but she was not as strong as her heros, nor was she invincible to the men's bloodied blades. As she felt the cold steel enter her flesh she cried out in pain, but no one who heard cared. There was a side note, to a side note in the next day's paper of another horrible murder that happened during the night, but no one read the news on the bottom on the eleventh page of the newspaper. They had all known what went on during the night and had all seen the things that happened in big cities.
There once lived a girl who grew up in a small town, all she ever wanted was to escape from the town, succeed as a writer, and see new things. Her story was sad, but not heartbreaking. She had tried to live the life of her dreams and on some accounts had succeeded. Her happy ending never did come, but that shouldn't come as a surprise because happy endings only occur in fairytale books and childhood dreams.
A/N: If you hate this story and me right now, good. If you love this story and me, great. If this story made you feel anything at all, please review and tell me, flame me or love me, it doesn't matter. Just let me know that you read it and felt something, because decent writing makes you feel and I need to know if this was decent.
Rated: PG-13ish
There once was a girl, who had live in the same small town all her life, never knowing what was beyond the city limits, but always wondering. This girl was utterly normal; but unique, smart; but dumb, her mommy's little girl and town's little angel. The girl had three goals in life, to move far away, become a famous writer and to see new things.
The day after her eighteenth birthday she left home. Being her mother's only child had always been hard because her mother was always afraid she'd lose her, so she never let her free, but the thing her mom didn't realize was: she had already lost her. She went to the biggest city she could find and with the money she had saved, rented a small apartment. With her first goal a memory, she set out to conquer her second.
At heart she had always been a writer and reader. She didn't remember a time without books or pen and paper. When writing she could let her feelings flow freely and write her life the way it was supposed to be. She wrote of epic adventures with new twists and turns for the hero to over come, and she wrote of far away places and people who fell in love forever. On her second day in this new city she went to an editor and asked them to read her works, oh the things they told her. They laughed at her simple stories and happy endings telling her she should get a real job that paid real money. They said, "Don't you know? There are too many writers and not enough readers in this world." They then slammed the door in her face, she could still hear them laughing. Defeated, she took their advise and found a real job as a checkout girl at a local store. She soon found out that real people didn't care, and oh how she wished she had never succeeded at her third goal.
On her tenth day in the city she was walking home in the early morning hours, as she had done for the past three days. This day was different though, the moon seemed stapled to the sky with an eery crimson glow basking around it. She shuddered as she pasted an ally, only feet from her apartment building. Above a street light flickered and lit a scene that had been unfolding in the dark of a young man being killed but two unknown attackers. His screams went unnoticed, and like a hero in the girl's stories, she tried to save this man. Oh, but she was not as strong as her heros, nor was she invincible to the men's bloodied blades. As she felt the cold steel enter her flesh she cried out in pain, but no one who heard cared. There was a side note, to a side note in the next day's paper of another horrible murder that happened during the night, but no one read the news on the bottom on the eleventh page of the newspaper. They had all known what went on during the night and had all seen the things that happened in big cities.
There once lived a girl who grew up in a small town, all she ever wanted was to escape from the town, succeed as a writer, and see new things. Her story was sad, but not heartbreaking. She had tried to live the life of her dreams and on some accounts had succeeded. Her happy ending never did come, but that shouldn't come as a surprise because happy endings only occur in fairytale books and childhood dreams.
A/N: If you hate this story and me right now, good. If you love this story and me, great. If this story made you feel anything at all, please review and tell me, flame me or love me, it doesn't matter. Just let me know that you read it and felt something, because decent writing makes you feel and I need to know if this was decent.