a taste of my writing ability...
it had been too long, too long now that he had wasted his life with her. Too long now that he had known of her cheating on him. Too long now that he had kept silent as he climbed into bed with her, as she kissed him goodnight he felt nausea...too long now that he had tried to hold on to what happiness he wished they really had but didn't...he wanted at least to fake it, but it wasn't meant to be.
One morning, he awoke to being alone in bed. He rose and got dressed slowly. Why had life been so cruel to him? What had he done to deserve such treatment?...He felt alone and betrayed, but held it in and found his wife in the kitchen. She created beautiful image in the kitchen. She turned and gave him a radiant smile, showing him the pan of pancakes she had made him. He sat, without a word, and ate, watching her hum and sing as she cooked breakfast for thier son. Why? He thought. WHy is she stringing me along? WHat does she hope to gain from going on like this? WHat possible sick pleasure can this bring her? Does she want to crush me all at once, or wait for me to bring it up? He thanked her and ate in peace, as their little boy came in and sat in the chair. He stared at his son, became ill and ran into the bathroom.
A sick vortex of spiralling, anxious, confusing depression is what she had brought him to. He stared at the dark circles under his eyes in the mirror. They hadn't been there a week ago. He opened the medicine cabinet, taking pills. Pills to end the pain. Pain to stop the depression. Pills to try to enhance the apathy, which was the only thing keeping him sane. Was this marriage even worth fighting for anymore? Was the thought of a blissful life with who he thought was his soul mate completely gone? He swallowed the last pill, seeing her behind him. "Are you alright?" She asked. He scoffed, turning and kissing her with as little emotion as possible and left the room, grabbing his briefcase and walked out the door, "I think we both know the answer to that one..." He muttered, getting in his car.
- From "The Rapture" By me ^_^
5 comments:
did you write a whole story????
What would possibly cause you to write things like this?
cool!!!
jsull28fl@yaho
boredom, and i write all the time, so im bound to write about cheating sooner or later
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok
good writing!!
j
You must be a bit like me then..
I write to get away from reality. To write what I feel, and what I want.
Feel connected to the characters and their backgrounds as the subtle messages you place from your life become unnoticeable in the pages of wishes and wants..
To get away from reality and into a world that's mine. My creation.
Good writing :D
Love to hear more of your stuff!
Exactly, boy. ^_^ Couldn't have said it better myself.
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