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    dots Submission Name: Tears of a Clown- part 8dots

    Author: wilted_flower
    ASL Info:    22 f uk
    Elite Ratio:    2.94 - 42/56/28
    Words: 477
    Class/Type: Story/Nostalgia
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    dotsTears of a Clown- part 8dots

    She took a deep breath before gently lifting the lid, the rusty gears slowly came to life with a groan and a tinny version of the tune from 'The Nutcracker' filled the room; Lilly dropped it onto the floor as if the wood had some how burned her hand, for a moment she sat there eyeing it up as she pondered whether or not she was doing the right thing, in the end curiosity got the better of her. With a tentitive hand Lilly reached for the box and began to remove its contents; a bead necklace that her Aunt had given her for her fifth birthday, a fake cameo that had belonged to her mother, and finally at the bottom was a scrunched up piece of paper. Lilly's fingers shook as she started to unfold the creases and as the faint ink started to come into view 'My dearest lilly of the valley, the fairest ivory flower to ever adorn this failing world...' Tears brimmed in her eyes, turning their pale green the colour of damp moss, and it was then that it came loose from the creases and dropped onto her hand, the pale gold ring that had signified everything that she had ever wanted. The engagement ring from Sam.
    He had given her the ring at a poetry recital, reading a poem that he had written just for her, and in its verses had been born the nickname 'lilly of the valley', she had accepted his proposal amongst the wry looks of the feminists, the 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' of the romantics and the scorning glances of the angst torn teenagers. Now she was sat on her bedroom floor feeling her heart being shattered into a thousand pieces by the mere feeling of this piece of metal on her skin. Whenever she had hurt like this before she would normally have reached for the nearest knife, but for once the tears helped to wash away the pain and she didn't feel the need to be cleansed, for once she was being honest with herself. Her tears fell thick and fast and with each one that landed on it the ring seemed to grow brighter, its pale gold sparkled with the light of a thousand stars and it seemed to grow more beautiful to Lilly with every second that passed. She looked at the bead necklace with its loose knot and she placed the ring back on top of the letter, her fingers went to the string and she started to undo it, removing the beads as quickly as she could, after the last bead had gone she took the ring and threaded it onto the necklace, tying it around her neck she felt the cool metal on her breast and for the first time that she could remember Lilly felt... happy.

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      okay first of all im gunna have to agree....you really should make this into a book. not even kidding you. it is really amazing. this one was really good. and i could really connect with it too because when i have problems its kinda hard for me to deal with them unless i have someone to talk to...but i have problems talking to people about things like that...so i used to cut myself...alot....and its really hard to tell yourself not to grab the knife when thats what you are used to...so i could really feel the emotion...
    Whenever she had hurt like this before she would normally have reached for the nearest knife, but for once the tears helped to wash away the pain and she didn't feel the need to be cleansed, for once she was being honest with herself.
    i like that part...because i remember how it felt the first time i decided to not use the knife...i can really connect to the story...k now that i rambled on about useless things......its amazing....keep it up....you are really a very talented person.

    | Posted on 2007-04-24 00:00:00 | by crazyinsane | [ Reply to This ]
      wow , it's amazing , it has a nice flow , a nice feeling within it , I truly love it , it contains a heart , a soul , believe me you should turn it into a book , I would LOVE to buy it , write more please!
    | Posted on 2007-04-23 00:00:00 | by Squall Leon Hea | [ Reply to This ]

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