kitty_sky09
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It isn't really a full story,nor is it the first chapter of a book that i may be writing..its just something i wrote out of boredom.
It was a dark, cloudy afternoon.The road was damp and the air was gloomy. It was cold. The streets were quite and empty. All the houses by the streets were closed and not a soul could be seen walking out of their houses.
Behind a window of one of those houses, a little girl could be seen. She looked not more than ten years old. Tears were rolling down her eyes as she pushed open the door to her bedroom. She looked herself in, turned around to face the window, sat down against the door and wept.
With a cup of warm steaming coffee at hand, I sat by the window of my hotel room and watched.
After a while, she got up and wiped her tears. She walked up to a carton box that sat at the end of room near the door. It was a large unopened box, tied around tightly with a jute rope. I wondered what the box contained as she was desperately trying to untie the knot and open the box. After a few minutes, she gave up. She dragged a stool to the middle of the room and then dragged the box towards it. She sat on the stool and once again tried to open the box. As her back faced me, I could not see her struggling to open the box. Since there was not much to see, I got up to take a walk to the bathroom to relief myself and decided come back after a while to see how she was doing.
By the time I came back, it started to rain, the air smelled like fresh mud and the atmosphere grew gloomier. I decided to go to sleep. I walked up the window to take a quick look to see how much she succeeded and what the box contained. She was with a tangled rope in her hand, the box lay unopened beside her and she was now trying to untie the knots on the rope. I thought for a few seconds what she was doing. Then it struck me. I knew I had to act before she could hang herself.
tell me
how it is, how to make it better and if there is any hope i can make it into a full story...if there is, please tell a way to continue it....and anything else u may like to tell me.
BTW im 15.
It was a dark, cloudy afternoon.The road was damp and the air was gloomy. It was cold. The streets were quite and empty. All the houses by the streets were closed and not a soul could be seen walking out of their houses.
Behind a window of one of those houses, a little girl could be seen. She looked not more than ten years old. Tears were rolling down her eyes as she pushed open the door to her bedroom. She looked herself in, turned around to face the window, sat down against the door and wept.
With a cup of warm steaming coffee at hand, I sat by the window of my hotel room and watched.
After a while, she got up and wiped her tears. She walked up to a carton box that sat at the end of room near the door. It was a large unopened box, tied around tightly with a jute rope. I wondered what the box contained as she was desperately trying to untie the knot and open the box. After a few minutes, she gave up. She dragged a stool to the middle of the room and then dragged the box towards it. She sat on the stool and once again tried to open the box. As her back faced me, I could not see her struggling to open the box. Since there was not much to see, I got up to take a walk to the bathroom to relief myself and decided come back after a while to see how she was doing.
By the time I came back, it started to rain, the air smelled like fresh mud and the atmosphere grew gloomier. I decided to go to sleep. I walked up the window to take a quick look to see how much she succeeded and what the box contained. She was with a tangled rope in her hand, the box lay unopened beside her and she was now trying to untie the knots on the rope. I thought for a few seconds what she was doing. Then it struck me. I knew I had to act before she could hang herself.
tell me
how it is, how to make it better and if there is any hope i can make it into a full story...if there is, please tell a way to continue it....and anything else u may like to tell me.
BTW im 15.