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May Cullen




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midsummer_dreams asked:

31 Aug 2009

I was bored and, since i love writing, just wrote a randum piece..

.. here it is:

'I closed my eyes and let just a few tears escape. I did not wipe them away. What's the point of hiding my pain, when everyone can see them reflected in my eyes anyway? The wind played with my hair, caressed my face. Despite the friendly glare of the sun, i was cold. Very cold. I wrapped my jacket tighly around me, but it was no use. Ofcourse it wasn't. The cold wasn't something you can measure with a thermometre. This cold was different. This cold had nothing to do with the temperature, this cold was inside me. I was like a block of ice, a machine. I was empty inside, like a hollow box. I opened my eyes and observed the scene displayed before me.

It seemed like a whole century ago that we used to come here. I still remember how his arm would brush against mine, every now and then. The way he swept my hair behind my hair; the way he unexpectedly used to come up behind me and whisper in my ear: "Your beautiful." I remember how we used to sit under our tree for hours, just talking about simply nothing. But that was ages ago, a whole different era. Everything had changed now.

I closed my eyes again and took a deep breath. The air smelled of freshly mowed grass. I slowly released my breath, and the tears gushed out again. Why? Why did that happen? WHYY? I didn't realise I was actually shouting that out. A few people nearby gave me wierd looks. I ignored them. Why not? They were nothing to me, just puppets that filled the world so it wouldn't get too empty. I didn't think of them as people.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I hesitated, then pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the caller. Mum. She must be wondering where i was. I let the phone ring for a bit. One second. Two seconds. I finally decided to pick it up.


"Darlin', where are you? Dinners almost ready. You told me you would be back by six but.." Mum let the sentence linger. I understood the meaning behind her kindness. Usually



takethistoheart93 says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009

wow thats reallllly good ! i definitly think you should continue. your a great writer!


isthereareas0nf0rmetol0vey0u says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009

woah that's amaaazing! maybe we could be eachothers editors sometime? :) i really love how you describe the cold wind and how the main character feels, keep writin'! I hope to see you on the shelves someday lol! :)


barbipixi says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009

check out (i'm barbara myers there)

or (i think i'm barbi-pixi there lol)


soccerchick15 says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009



samantharae says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009

I think it was emo as hell.


myradiosayslala says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009

great writer ! :)



dominique says:

Posted on 03 Sep 2009

gurl i love it. its filled with emotion. write more either on this or something else everyonce in a while. its very interesting and holds our attention


worlds_away says:

Posted on 03 Sep 2009

That's great.


midsummer_dreams says:

Posted on 01 Sep 2009

Gah hows it emo? Its just describing how someone feels when some very close to them dies. (even if the dying bit isnt obvious) . It might seem emotional, but wudnt you start crying every now & then if someone you really love dies?

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