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    dots Submission Name: **Reopened Wounds (Looking 4 title)dots

    Author: Caotic_Disaster
    ASL Info:    16/F/Canada
    Elite Ratio:    4.03 - 447/349/148
    Words: 541
    Class/Type: Story/
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    Average Vote:    4.0000
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       My first story that I've atempted to rite in one day. Kind of sux but tell me what you think anyways.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dots**Reopened Wounds (Looking 4 title)dots

    "Do you really think I'm ready?" Clara asked glancing away from the mirror to look at her best friends.
    "Well girls, what do you think, is she ready?" Kimberley questioned.
    A moment of inspection took place and then a cheer of yeses filled the room.

    A month before, this exact same night at taken place. Her and the girls were getting ready for a night on the town. When Andrew, Clara's former boyfriend, had come pick them up, everyone had been cheery and full of energy.
    "So where re we going to hit first?" Tara, an athletic blonde had chirped.
    "I was thinking Cherry Bomb," Andrew said with a slick smile on his face.
    All the girls chanted their agreement and it was decided. Cherry Bomb was only ten minutes across town. With the music blaring and the sun setting on their tails, the crowd was feeling energetic and ready to party.

    "I don't think I can do this," Clara declared looking out the window, "It's too soon."

    Half way through town, a traffic light turned yellow and Andrew was not willing to wait, so he accelerated the four door family Sudan. The girls didn't mind. They were eager to get their groove on as soon as possible.
    The light still yellow, time began moving in slow motion. First, the yellow light faded and a red light flashed overhead. Out of the corner of Clara's eye, a blue station wagon pulled forward at full speed, threatening to collide into them. The heavy scent of fear sprinkled the air, and a piercing scream sent volts of electricity through the bodies of the other passengers.

    "You'll be fine Clara. It's been a month, you're all healed and ready to party."
    "It's just the emotional wounds that haven't had time for restoration."

    The hospital was practically empty that night. Besides a constant flow of screams from the maternity ward, all was quiet. Sirens began to signal warning as the ambulances leapt into the falling darkness.
    The accident was horrible. Only one killed, and five injured, but the emotional toll was much higher. Everyone was taken to the nearby hospital for examination. The driver of the station wagon was cursing say how the damned kids should have kept their eyes on the road.
    Police were dutifully inspecting the scene and taking reports from the victims.
    News reporters were hot on their tail, trying to uncover the who, what, when, why, where, and how of the story from the morning news.
    Family was persuading the emergency crew to let them into see their beloved ones, and crying at the thought that one of them died, and they were all hurt.

    "Come on, it's time to go."
    Clara’s ankle still hurt a bit when she walked, but she decided it was time to continue her life. All the girls were ready to go.
    “Let’s get in the car,” Kimberley laughed as she climbed into the driver’s seat.
    “One second,” Clara began.
    She looked out into the heavens and could have sworn she saw the stars form a face winking at her. She knew Andrew would keep her safe this time.

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    ||| Comments |||
    This Story is written very well
    It gives me ideas to attempt something I havent done yet and that is post a story I have written
    The theme is powerful
    I thought the middle was extremely sad and then at the end you showed how life changes and people no matter what have to keep moving forward in life to survive
    I liked the reference to The Heavens at the end
    That was a very strong way to finish a good write
    Excellent Job!!!
    God Bless
    | Posted on 2006-10-03 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]

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