Do you have to post your story under a spoiler? I'm only asking because mine is becoming rather long and spoilering it would probably not be the best course of action. I could probably post it on fictionpress and put the link here if that's legal if not, I'll find some other way or write another story.
You don't have to put it in spoiler tag, it'll just mean scrolling down the thread takes longer. lol
I suppose hosting it elsewhere is fine, you could also just use your MAL blog too. I would check to see if the date posted is legal though I can trust you. ;D
Feena-c said: Do I have to post something that I wrote specifically for this event, or can I post something I wrote before?
You know, I don't think I said anything about that before.
Given challenges would be of certain critera, I figure you guys would have to write new ones. Without critera, like this challenge, I forgot this loophole.
Since JadedGoth did it, I'll let it slide just to get entries. XD
May have to message about that...
Okay. Then this once I'll enter a pre-written one, cause I don't have time right now to write something new.
Listen now and I will tell you of an old tale. Though it be old it is still spread through the plains the same as it was for the last many moons. This story I will tell you is the story of the love between the samurai, Manwa Masaru, from Kioto(Kyoto) and the common beggar girl, Aina, whose name takes it’s meaning from Ai, which means love and affection, and na, which has the meaning of vegetables or greens.
Now the young samurai Manwa was strong in build and courageous in spirit, and he served his master well. And this was most impressive, so that he should find favor in his master’s eye. For it was well known in the land that the lord, Oguru, for this was the lord’s family name, was a stiff and hard lord. None-the-less the young samurai was honorable and true, and obeyed his master’s words to the letter and was respectful and mindful all the day of his manner. This countenance was what won him the favor of his lord, and the young Manwa became Oguru’s most trusted guard and fighter.
The lord Oguru had a young and very beautiful daughter who was named Kumiko, and was known throughout her father’s lands and beyond as The Lady of the Nightingale. For she was fair, her skin was white as snow, her hair as black as a starless night, and long as she was tall. Her green eyes shone like emeralds and her lips were red as blood. She had a voice which when she sang, they say, stopped men in their tracks at a thousand paces yet till they would meet her sitting place. And her father, the lord Oguru, was very proud of his daughter’s beauty, and ordered that all who would speak of her in his realm or address her to her face refer to her as the Fairest of the Fair. So it was, and all referred to her as such, including the young samurai, Manwa.
Alas, for all her charms and beauty and skills at pretty things such as dance and music, the Lady Kumiko lacked a kind and compassionate heart. Her mother, the Lady Emi, who was, as the lord Uguru said, as fair as one could be who was not the Lady Kumiko his daughter, saw this. She wept in her heart bitter tears that her daughter should be so beautiful, and yet so cold. Her daughter, she thought in her secret heart, was ruined by her father’s praise and his laws that all should praise her so. For this lack of love in her daughter’s heart the Lady Emi took pleasure in seeing the kindness and gentleness which was in the young samurai. She promised herself that if she ever could she wished to help him in some way. To pay him for all the goodness he had and shared with all those around him.
Now I must leave our young hero for a moment to tell you of the girl Amada Aina. She was the daughter of a poor family in Tokyo. She had been raised in poverty and never had anything for which she might have wanted. Though she was not bitter, and was as cheerful and pleasant as someone who was completely content. Because for though she had little, she had a giving heart, and loved all whom she saw and pitied all in need. She was known not in the land, but she lived in the hearts of all whom she helped, and many a traveler or sickly person thought of her with happy thoughts and with great affection. For none so poor had ever helped so many.
Now it happened one day that the lord Oguru fancied to send his young samurai on an accord for him. He wished that Manwa should bring from the great city of Tokyo a golden comb for his daughter, The Fairest of the Fair, Kumiko’s birthday gift. And thus the young man set out with a sum of his master’s money to journey to Tokyo that his master might have a lovely present for his more lovely still daughter. Query
Many days passed and finally Manwa was nearly to Tokyo, but misfortune befell him and he was attacked by a group of bandits not far from the city. Samurai that he was, skilled as he was, he could not defeat all of his attackers and they soon overpowered him. After taking the money he had been entrusted to buy a golden comb with and beating him until he was nearly dead they took their leave, all the while pleased with themselves over their luck in the amount of yin they had taken.
Again I must leave our hero so that I may bring up to date our heroine’s side of the tale. It so happened that on the day of Manwa’s misfortune Aina had been sent from her home by her parents to try to find some food for their supper. She was going to her usual place of searching, a grove of wild fruit trees not far outside the city. She had not gone far from the edge of the city when she saw a sight which made her gasp in shock. Her heart which ached for any person’s ill fate had never ached before as it did then. She rushed forward and fall on her knees beside the bloodied body of Manwa. She spoke quickly with much distress in her voice, “My lord, are you yet alive?” She begged. She received no answer and her heart sank so, but then it leapt to new heights as she saw that he was breathing. With a strength never found in any girl above working class she lifted and brought him into the city and to her house. Her parents were shocked seeing their daughter they had sent for food returning with a badly wounded young man. They made quite a fuss running to and fro fetching whatever medicine and bandages they could find. For like their daughter they also were weak in heart and wished to help all they could in this world.
Many restless days and nights passed in the house of Amada. Then finally Manwa awoke. It was night, but there was a full moon which shone in through the window. Looking about him Manwa caught sight of a young woman. She was sleeping with her head resting against the wall. Her black hair hung down loose over her back and her pearl skin seemed almost to shine in the pale moonlight. Manwa gasped and sat up. The girl opened her eyes and her gaze met his. A soft smile spread across her face as she bowed before him. Speaking softly so as not to disturb her parents she queried; “My lord, are you well recovered?” Manwa found himself unable to reply he was still so startled and simply nodded. “Do you require anything I may provide for you, my lord?” She offered. This time he found his tongue. “Pray, tell me where I am and how I came to be here,” he said, as quietly as she had spoken. “My lord is in the house of Amada, the poor weaver of Tokyo. I am his only child, Aina. I found my lord on the road which leads from the great city of Kioto to our city of Tokyo, gravely injured, and brought him here that he might be made well,” she said, through all this she was still bowed before him. “I thank you for your great kindness, and would that you should not bow before me. For I am not one worthy of being so respected,” Manwa said bowing himself before Aina. She raised her head and looked upon his bowed figure. “My lord, if thou are not worthy of being bowed before than I am most certainly not,” she said anxiously. “Nay, I am not worthy of looking upon a face so lovely as yours. And since you should not bow before me as I am only a lowly Samurai, I must bow before you my lady,” he said seriously. Aina had never before been told she was beautiful by anyone besides her mother, nor had she ever been called my lady. Her cheeks flushed and she spoke quickly. “Please my lord, I beg you not to bow. If you would do anything then please lay yourself down and rest that you may recover all your strength. I shall leave you and return in the morning to ascertain your condition. And please. . .do not avoid my face,” she said backing, on her knees, out of the room. Manwa glanced up slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of Aina’s face before she shut the door.
Morning came as it would and Manwa sat up alert. He had slept, but all the time he had dreamt of Aina’s face. He was startled into reality by the sound of a voice at the door. But it was not Aina’s voice. “My lord, are you awake?” the person inquired. “I am,” He replied. The door slid open slightly and revealed an older lady. “I am O-kina, wife of Amada the weaver. I have brought you your breakfast and apologize that we have nothing better to offer,” she said.
Manwa thanked her most graciously and asked after Aina. O-kina smiled and said that Aina was still sleeping. “She sat up with my lord almost every moment since she brought you here,” she said, then, with another smile, she left. Manwa felt strangely energetic and after breakfasting left his room to look about. O-kina greeted him in the yard and after explaining that she doubted Aina’s rising before long advised him to have a look around Tokyo. This he did, though he would have rather stayed where he might see Aina as soon as was possible.
Tokyo proved to be as beautiful as he had heard, the cherry trees especially captured his attention, but he could not help but compare them to his Aina. Yes, his Aina. He had come to think of her in this way, and at first was very shy about it, but the more he thought of her the harder he found it to not think of her as his, and he could not stop thinking of her. Presently he returned to the Amada house and found Aina in the garden. He greeted her most blithesomely. “Good day, my lady Aina,”. She smiled up at him shyly and returned his greeting. “Good day my lord”. “This city of yours is certainly very beautiful. But of course it holds nothing to you,” Manwa said kneeling down across from Aina. He saw the pink in her cheeks deepen to red as she glanced at him across the flowers she was tending. The two spent the day together in the garden, gradually becoming more easy in each other’s company. Aina’s mother, O-kina, went about her work for the day with an unusual smile on her lips.
That night Manwa made up his mind about that which his heart had already known all that day. He would take Aina back with him to Kioto and make her his bride. When morning came he rose and went to Amada and his wife and stated his wish. They both acknowledged their approval, but said it was not their decision but that he must ask Aina if she would agree. “I would have it no other way,” Manwa said. And so he went into the garden where he felt sure he would find her. And there she was, leaning over her precious flowers. “Aina my love,” he began. She stopped moving when she heard his words and looked up at him very slowly. He knelt down beside her and took her hands in his. “Aina, will you come with me back to Kioto? Will you stay by my side there all of my days? My dearest one, you are the fairest maiden I have ever laid eyes on, both in beauty as well as in your heart, if you will be mine I will never call anyone fair if they be not you,” He said in great earnestness. Aina could no longer hold her tears back, they ran down her cheeks as she smiled and began laughing and sobbing all at once. She nodded many, many times over for she could not speak. And so it came to pass that the two were married within a fortnight and the couple went back to Kioto together. But this is not the end of their tale, for there was still a great trial before them.
When Manwa returned to his master’s house he found himself there without a golden comb and many weeks over due. Oguru was furious and ready to imprison Manwa, or worse. But Oguru’s wife Emi, who had taken time to hear and understand all that had happened to Manwa was able to convince Oguru to have mercy. The end of it was that Manwa was demoted, but continued on as a guardian of his master, but this trouble was not the last tribulation that Manwa would have to face on account of Oguru’s foolish harshness. It was avoided only at first because the Lady Kumiko, Fairest of the Fair, was not at home when Manwa retuned from Toyko. But she did not remain so, and when she returned she called on Manwa to do a service for her. She had often asked him to do such things as go here and battle said person who was a villain in her eyes, or to go and buy her this or that. But whatever it was she required this time Manwa never found out, for when he went to her he did not refer to her as the Fairest of the Fair. She grew and angry and rebuked him saying; “Why do you disobey my father’s law and not give me my due honor?” “My lady Kumiko,” Manwa replied, “I cannot call you the Fairest of the Fair, for I have sworn to another that I should refer only to her as such,” “There is none more worthy of such praise than I!” the enraged Kumiko scoffed. “Be gone from my sight!” She growled at him as she rose and turned her back to him. He did as he was told, a great fear mounting inside him. He went at once to his beloved Aina and told her of his quarrel.
Aina feared the wrath of the lord, and asked her Manwa to run away together with her so that they could both be safe from Kumiko. Manwa refused, saying that he would not run from whatever fate had in story for him. As Aina feared Kumiko did indeed go to her father the lord and told him of what had happened, more enraged at Manwa’s failing to obey a law of his then at his daughter’s humiliation, Oguru sent for Manwa.
Manwa went bravely to face his master and bowed before him. Oguru flew into a great rage, related what his daughter had told him and asked Manwa if what his daughter had said was true. “It is,” was all Manwa replied. At this Oguru grew even more angry and ordered that Manwa be cast into prison for the night, and in the morning, executed.
When Aina heard the news she fell down on the ground and wept bitterly. She cried all the more for the fact that she was helpless. It happened that Kumiko’s mother the Lady Emi, was returning that evening from a trip, and she saw Aina outside the gate of her house. She stopped with her servants and asked the girl what was the matter. Aina told the story of what had happened and of her great sorrow. Now the Lady Emi was no weak woman. Her disappointment in her daughter and her affection for Manwa were both strong, and so she said to Aina, “Do not weep any more tears my child, for this wicked thing shall not come to pass. I shall see to it that all ends well, as it should,” And so she took Aina into the house, into her own chamber and gave her instructions.
Then, the Lady Emi went to Manwa in the prison, and using her skeleton key, she opened the door. “My Lady, why are you doing this? Surely it cannot be your husband, lord Oguru’s wish,” Manwa said. “My dear boy, you have done nothing which deserves the fate my husband has given you. I have taken it as my duty to make it so that you and your young love my be forever together and have a long joyous life together,” Emi said. Manwa said nothing, but bowed to Lady Emi more humbly then he had ever bowed before. Emi quickly told him where to go and then sent him on his way. After which she left the prison carefully.
Manwa went to the place the Lady Emi had told him to and found his Aina waiting for him.
They fell into each other’s arms and held each other close for several moments before leaving. They went to a small village far away from Kioto, and there they lived for many years. Each day more in love then the last.
Alright, here's a link to my story Guilty Pleasures. It was getting rather lengthy, so I decided to post it on that site rather than here in the forums, though it probably wouldn't hurt anything. Well anyway, there it is.
Alright I updated/ posted my story thing, Its basically a really rough draft but I don't have to to go over it and fix it. *mutters something about finals coming up*
It's probably not as lengthy as the others theirs but, yeah... I have no title or anything, in anyway have fun reading ^^.
Whoever is reading this, I would like for you to bear with me… After a thousand years of life, my end has finally come to me. So please listen to me and my story, for it’s the last selfish thing I will ask…
I was born a thousand years ago—
“I will name you now a spirit of the crimson sea, Nanami.”
I couldn’t help but be happy with my name… I, a water elemental, was given such a wonderful name. Us water elementals know not the true meaning of birth. We are created into this world with knowledge and powers… and similarly, we die with it. Forever protecting that which we must protect, forever doing our jobs until our time is up.
Some that were born long, long before me are still alive to this day. It is just that this is the fate that I have chosen, after nine hundred years of living within the blue sea, I was given a mission by the elders.
“Nanami, we have called you here, to present you with the mission to identify yourself with life on the land.”
“Exactly what do you mean with that?”
“It is as we said, are there any objections?”
I shook my head, but I had never heard much about them. The life on land, past the blue seas, they had passed us from time to time, drifting on the water as machines failed to work or transported them, but more than that I never knew. As asked I reached the land, unable to be seen by the human eye, I walked on the land, searching for the one that I needed.
It had been over a month until I found that person on a dark, night as the full moon shone upon her. I stood there in awe, unable to speak and frozen in her beauty. Her long silver hair fluttered in the air, her eyes were closed as her lips were pressed on a male’s neck. His eyes were rolled back as he weakly hung in her arms.
“This doesn’t satisfy me…”
She spoke with a dissatisfied tone, a tone that would scare off many. As she withdrew herself from the man’s body, a crimson liquid passed by her lips. I walked toward her, wondering if she could see me with those deep, crimson eyes.
She did not budge as she seemed to be in thought, the blood continuing to run past her lips. Did it really not satisfy her? The red liquid that ran through the human body, the substance called ‘blood’. But even if that was the case, she did drink it.
Even now, standing before her, she did not move. I softly trail down the line of blood with my finger. Perhaps the blood looked like as if it were floating, I do not know. All I know is that I was curious after it’s taste, why did these people like this? Why did they need this?
Hoping to find out, I slowly drank the blood—but perhaps I was similar to her. I did not feel anything, as if it were nothing… I’ve known the feeling of ‘satisfaction’ but this… did not make it for me.
“Who are you?”
I asked, after all this time, I had become even more curious… and more importantly, this was the mission given to me. To associate with the life on the land. She seemed not surprised, hearing my voice. Her crimson eyes looked straight at me, realizing my existence.
“Yumi. Kurosawa Yumi.”
“Mizushima Nanami.”
I answered her, while standing close to her. The scent of the crimson liquid within her was strong, so much stronger than the trail of blood I had just drunk. This feeling was an unknown sensation to me, different from the feeling of ‘pleasure’ yet the desire for it was the same.
Unconsciously I took the silver haired woman’s hand, and pulled her closer to me. Exactly what was I expecting of her? I don’t know, and she did not move either. She wasn’t afraid, perhaps she was bored or interested.
“What are you going to do?” she asked me.
“I want to taste it…”
I spoke my feelings; I felt no reason to lie to this woman. The woman smiled wryly as I held her, was this how she felt toward others? Was this how she felt when she could smell the scent of blood? My lips slowly pressed on her exposed neck and my teeth dug into her skin.
I really wanted to taste it, her blood. It excited me and it satisfied me, my hands held her properly as I touched her and made her weaker as I continued to swallow up that what was hers.
“How is it…?”
Her voice had become frail and I stopped from what I was doing. I could feel the satisfaction of drinking blood, just as she did. I continued to hold her like this, not knowing where to take her.
“Support me.”
She ordered me and I listened, I wanted to become hers for the satisfaction she gave me. She put an arm around me as she slowly stumbled forward with my help. Like this we headed to her home, a small apartment that belonged to only her.
A normal apartment that only screamed loneliness, having only two rooms and a toilet inside of it. The living room and the bathroom. The living room only had a small kitchen and a fridge that was fairly empty. Along with it, her bed was there which seemed to work as a couch to.
“I’m hardly ever here so I have no need to fill it with things.”
She answered my thoughts as I looked at her, on the way back she gained her strength back faster than a normal person would. She put her back against the wall and looked at me with eyes of curiosity. I have the substance to touch people, but I’m far from human.
“What are you?”
“A water elemental from the deep seas… and you? You are definitely not one of the human race.”
The woman laughed softly. Did my scarce knowledge entertain her that much? But after she laughed, she smiled happily.
“I’m a vampire.”
Ah, the notorious vampires. Many humans fear them as they fear their own lives to be sucked away by them and there were many myths about them and how to defeat them. I did not seek such knowledge, however.
“I see.”
“Are you not afraid?”
Truthfully, perhaps some elementals would be. The vampire race was not only feared by the humans, but also by the elementals, especially of our kind. Our ‘blood’ has been said to be even tastier, different than that of any other being, since we are the controllers of it.
But even if she lusted for me in that way, I would not fear her. I was too intrigued by her. Everything about her interested me and I would not separate from her. That’s what I thought when I looked at her and smiled, showing that I was not afraid.
I figured she would test me, and she did. She slowly walked over to me, and took a hold of me. Her hands firmly grabbed my arms, removing me from any chance to struggle. She moved her face closer to mine… her lips softly brushed past mine as her mouth drew nearer to my neck. I could feel her breath clearly… Was she excited? I wondered.
Her lips touched my skin and I could feel her fangs press against me, while she sucked slightly, her tongue making my skin moist and easier to penetrate through. I did not move; just that sensation was more than enough to be enthralled by her. I had never felt like this… it was a good feeling, but she stopped then and withdrew.
Her eyes looked deeply into mine, wanting to know my feelings towards this act. I temporarily lost control of myself; seeing the beauty of a vampire before me and everything she had done to me, I could not help myself but move my hand behind her head and steal her lips. I closed my eyes, not realizing what I am doing…
Not until our lips parted did I realize it, but she was neither shocked or angry. She licked her lips with her tongue as she looked at me with an arrogant yet seductive look, as if she had found her prey and was ready to take her long time with it.
But even so, a woman kissing another woman was not why I should have been ‘afraid’ of this choice. I began to lose control of myself once again…no, it was rather as if something inside of me temporarily took control of me.
“You have entered a contract with me.”
That was the reason why I had never kissed someone else before… My body moved closer to her and pressed my hand on her chest, letting the vampire blush slightly, as she was well-endowed, and apparently sensitive as well. She took a hold of my hand with her slender fingers and looked at me with her serious eyes.
“What does a contract contain?”
“Having formed a contract means that I will be yours until the day I die, for the sake of knowledge, pleasure and any other feeling. However, this also means that everything else will no longer succumb to you, only through me will you be able to ‘feel’.”
In short, for a vampire that might have just been the worst choice ever. One that needs blood to satisfy her hunger, but is only able to do so through my blood and no-one else’s. Yet she smiled, and embraced me. An embrace strong enough to pull myself back together. Knowing not what to say, I slowly closed my eyes as I leant my head against her chest...
“I’m sorry.”
“…It’s interesting, so don’t worry about it.”
She perhaps felt like a comforting girlfriend or wife. Either way, it meant that I was destined to die by her side and a little part of me… a big part of me… was happy. Like this, my life with her had begun, unlike the myths say, sunlight did not hurt her at all.
It was a simple mistake of their drowsiness, as vampire’s abilities increase during the night, they become tired in the morning due to exhaustion of their powers being sealed and the strong sun tended to hurt their eyes and so, they always kept themselves in darker times.
Having taken the shape of a normal human, I went on dinners, dates, work and a lot of other things with her. We had even gone as far as having ‘sex’, but on how that went, is something that will locked in mine and her memories.
However, as she was a vampire, her lust for blood began to increase over time… Unable to drink a human’s blood, no, she was able to do it, but it just didn’t satisfy her, no matter the quality of the blood or the quantity of it.
Although it kept her alive, she would lose herself, little by little. Her mind became clouded, her movements became weaker. The people around her thought it was merely because of her age, being listed as a forty-year old; even though she looked barely twenty. In reality however, she was over a hundred years old like I was.
My days with her continued for another ten years and she became weaker, eventually hospitalized… I knew what was wrong with her, as did she. But we both knew that after this long time, for her to survive and pull herself together…
Would be the end of me.
That’s why now, while you are reading this, I am really looking deeply into her crimson eyes. My body is on top of hers and my hands are holding her fragile, weak arms down.
I can’t tell her how I feel, I want to be by her side. But I can’t let her suffer any longer because of me. That’s why I decided to give away my life to her… However, if I said that to her, she would not understand… She would decline me.
But I don’t know any other way to save her. I don’t know any other way to help her. That’s why, while knowing nothing else to do anymore, I remove my top and my bra and slowly lower myself to her, bringing my free, exposed neck to her shivering lips.
My hands slowly slip into hers, clasping them together. I know that she is crying inside her heart, perhaps even for real. I can’t bear to watch, my eyes are closed to feel that sensation once more, for one last time. Her lips that are pressed roughly on my neck, and her tongue that is moistening my skin… Readying it for the fangs that will soon pierce my body and take away my blood and my life…
So my final request is, to whoever is reading this. If you ever meet her, please tell her…
“Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me…”
Here's the story I wrote. It's relatively short. I've wanted to write something like this for a while now, don't hate me for it.
Hearing White
They say it’s a small world. Perhaps it is, but have you ever tried walking it? Have you ever looked around you? No, my friend, it’s a big and empty world. Empty and lonely.
I remember when my world seemed small. When it seemed safe. All I ever had to do was pretend to do as I was told, and there would be a meal waiting. I was surrounded by people who I didn’t need to fear, toys, books, warmth. I never even bothered to seriously think about what it meant to live, too busy doing as I was told. It was easy, really. Easy when you already knew the right answers.
It’s interesting how wrong the right answers can be. But you never know until it’s too late. And even if you do, what difference does it make?
I remember when new answers came my way. Who came up with these answers, I don’t know. But suddenly the world wasn’t the same anymore. The answers now had two sides to them. Doing as I were told wasn’t easy anymore. I was so naïve back then, convinced that doing the opposite of what my parents told me was thinking for my own. I didn’t realize that I still did as I was told.
Get this type of shoes. Wear this type of clothes. Do you belong with us or with them? What music do you listen to? Do you drink? Do you smoke?
It is strange, really, how lonely being in a group can be. You realize who you are, and it’s frightening. You don’t like doing as you are told. But you are scared not to. The most frightening is when you realize you don’t belong.
I remember my first girlfriend. Was it love, I wonder? What is love anyways? What difference does it make? In the end, I just did as I was told. I remember my first break-up. Were those tears real, I wonder? I don’t remember how it feels to cry anymore.
I got through school and got a job. Who loves their job anyways? I just had to do as I was told. And here I am now, walking through life, alone. Where has all the warmth gone?
Am I finally thinking for myself, I wonder? All this thinking I’ve been doing lately. About what it means to live. What it means to die. Did I finally find my own answers? Or were they already there, just waiting to be given to me? What does it matter anyway? What difference does it make? Who am I, trying to solve the world’s problems?
Here I am, going to work again, doing as I was told. The sky is painted gray; the city has soiled it. Plastic bottles lying everywhere. Cigarette buds. I’m walking through what seems like empty corridors, surrounded by people just as lonely as I am. I see dirty papers, scattered on the ground; nobody bothers to pick them up. I see people sitting on the ground, on dirty covers. I see pointless advertisements on the walls. I see graffiti. I see darkness. I see misery.
What did all these people die for? Kosovo. Iraq. Afghanistan. Rwanda. What difference does it make? What was going through the mind of students shooting classmates? What point was there? In the end, all they did was kill themselves.
I hear the train coming. People are around me, I’m all alone. It’s too easy. Right now, am I also doing as I was told? I’ve never seen the tracks from this close. It’s a once in a lifetime experience. This and the pain.
* * *
I open my eyes and am blinded by a bright light. My senses are dull, and I cannot feel any pain. I don’t feel my arms or legs; I feel like I’m floating. All I see or hear is white. White walls. White floor. White ceiling. White curtains. Is this heaven? Strange, I thought God forbid killing yourself. A silent figure clad in white comes in and leaves. An angel?
A woman dressed in black comes in. She hugs me. She cries. She is warm, I’m glad. But I’m still in hell, I now know that.
I thought Georgi's was pretty good. I gave the others three sentences to grab my attention- one was too vulgar, another had too many SPAG errors, and so on. Sooo.. XD
