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    dots Submission Name: Ghost's Heart dots

    Author: EbonyBlood
    ASL Info:    14/F/Can.
    Elite Ratio:    3.7 - 79/79/73
    Words: 445
    Class/Type: Story/BrokenHeart
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       I wrote this why? It just kept going as I kept typing and more and more was added. I may have to read over it again..someday.

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    dotsGhost's Heart dots

    Hiding quietly among the forever forgotten forests, was a woman. Long brown hair flowed from her head, resting carefully on her shoulders. Every once in a while, it would fly into the air with the cool breeze of autumn.
    Red, and yellow leaves would fly in the air and land on the ground swallowed by fate to turn brown. The woman, would tell no soul her name. And was known as Ghost.

    "There goes Ghost again." The children would cry, as she walked the town's cobble stone streets.
    "Don't go near her, she's a witch!" The men would cry as a few daring children would try to say hello.

    The woman would only glare at the children, then flick a hand to shoo them away. Her eyes were the most magnificent blue. Any man could fall into her eyes and never return.
    Men called her a witch, for a spell was cast upon them, only for them to fall deeply in love. The woman almost never looked straight into the eyes of a man. She disliked all of them, for her heart was shattered for a life time and could never heal.

    Women didn't even look or speak to the woman, they ignored her completely. For she shattered their hearts as well, when their husbands fell in love with her.

    She was truly alone, and felt this loneliness every day, her heart always in pain.
    She wished to cry out to everyone, how she didn't mean to, how this wasn't truly her.

    How deep down she wished to be ugly, and to have never have fallen in love herself.

    Now she sits under a tree, of red and yellow leaves. Floating to the ground, to accept their fate of turning brown.
    The lovely woman sheds her tears of sadness, and pain. The loneliness that follows her everyday. The man's head resting in her lap, the one she had once loved so dearly.

    He had hurt her, in a way that couldn't heal. So she hurt him, in a way that could never heal. She cast upon him a spell of her own.
    That he shall feel the pain of his head being cut off every minute, of every hour, in every day. That he would always be alive, no matter what body part would be missing.

    And in her hand, she holds his heart in which she has slowly cut in half. To show him the pain, she's felt for so long. And how all of it, was for him.

    Submitted on 2007-06-29 08:11:34     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Good story, in a way it reminds me of the movie a Corpse's Bride. This ofcourse being more gruesome. My favorite line was "Now she sits under a tree, of red and yellow leaves. Floating to the ground, to accept their fate of turning brown." it's very symbolic. It's a nice basic story that you could expand on a lot.
    | Posted on 2007-06-30 00:00:00 | by Exodus Night Sky | [ Reply to This ]
      Lots of colors in this writing. I enjoy the browns and yellows. Does give a sense of fall. I understand the loneliness kind of thing. Ill have to admit that the end was pretty gruesome. But eh..express what you want to express. I also must admit that reading this made me feel kind of floaty. Almost like i was a ghost myself. Thats one thing that makes people great writers if there able to give someone else a feeling they experience only when looking or reading. A true artist in that sense. i also know the feeling when you start realy get into reading something and you dont entirely get what your writing except the feeling and your afraid to stop and loose the words or connection. I know when i do that i go "Doh!!!". nice job
    | Posted on 2007-06-29 00:00:00 | by Seraphim X | [ Reply to This ]

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