A guilty boy. A bell and a mother- Refreshing Short Story

 

A short story about a teenage boy finds comfort by admitting to a crime to a mother. However, things aren’t how they seem.

 

The Crimson sky was over his head as he walked towards the door. A seventeen year old with difficult decisions in tow. ‘Is it really worth it?” he wondered. Maybe not, but he needed to finish this game once and for all. 

The brown wooden door seemed more daunting than ever. He noticed the stains on the golden door knob. He would know, he had been staring straight at it for days now.  There were so many times he had tried to do this but couldn’t. So many times that his fears overcame his intentions.

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What I Love About Her?

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She asks what I love about her,
And I think of her wild brown hair that dances with her in her pokemon Pjs .

I think of her blush that starts from her neck and stains her whole face in a matter of seconds. I think of her wild smile that heightens my heart rate all the time. I think of the times she holds her head high. I think of the times  she annoys me out of my mind when I wonder if she is crazy but gosh I fall harder those times.

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What it felt like to win for the First Time, ever

My head was spinning a little, my legs felt like they would give in at any moment and between it all I felt like flying. Yet somehow  it all felt right.

It is a very weird emotion, you want to live in that moment forever but want it to end soon. So you can run and feed that hunger that begins growing in you with that happiness. It is like adrenaline. You want more and more of it.  This growing hunger screams ‘we need to get more of these medals’. This hunger slowly drives you insane but keeps you sane too.

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A Letter to The One I Lost

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A Letter to the one I lost..

 

Dear Sarah,

I saw you today. I saw you and thought of how that was supposed to be me, the one holding flowers for you in that tiny cafe by the sixth Street , the one that watched you laugh today, the one that played with your hair and your lips, the one to love you. It was supposed to be me. But it wasn’t. 

Instead, I was the one that stood there and watched,  as you smiled adorably at him just the way you used to smile at me at some point. I saw, you wore the bracelet I gave to you, on a date with him. Glad you took a part of me with you.

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Not Ruining another Day.

 Not ruining another day


Suddenly its been a while since they left. You are finally learning how to live without them. It has been a while since you accepted they wont return. You know because you waited. You waited for too long. 

Then one day suddenly you randomly hear their name on the street.  By the most whisper by two giggling girl. You hear their name and your world stops still.  Your heart starts racing and your mind goes blank and everything runs back to your head. The memories, the tingles, the loneliness it all comes back again. Your eyes start tearing up and your grip on the coffee mug loosens. You bite your lip , yell at yourself to get on with it. But you just cannot. Not anymore. A lone tear makes its escape down your cheeks against your will. Just a name is all it takes.

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