The Concept of Fallen Leaves (Preview)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Experiences come and go, and each experience opens a new bridge. Each and every bridge is at your will. Burn or build, your choice. But at the end of the day, there will always be that single unfinished bridge that you chose it ignore. Leaving it to be covered in scattered leaves. This is the story of my unfinished bridge

Submitted: April 07, 2009

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The day ended out bleak; the sounds of sirens erupted through the dead silence. As the crowd grew larger the eyes of curious spectators fell upon the lifless body of the nameless young woman. With soft lips gone blue, pale sking, and numberous bullet wounds that decorated her body she caught the attention of those who stood in the cool night air. Quietly I walked away with my hands shoved into my coat pockets. I kept my distance from others as I headed into the opposite direction. To avoide any possible eye contact I kept my head down; my eyes always seemed to give me a way. I guess I'm just not good at keeping things in. Even with the adredaline that held me together, I still couldn't ease the downpour of pessimistic images in my head. Each one manifested itself into a throbbing sensation that left me feeling light-headed and nauseated. I needed an asprin more than ever, but I didn't have any on me. So for the time being, I had to stop bitching and keep moving forward.


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