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Write about an important event in your life from the perspective of someone close to you.
Really try to think about how and why someone else would relate to this event, don't just write about your own experience. It could be a fictional event if preferred.
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You’ve left me.
Without remorse you took flight
Spread your wings in your eye-catching fashion
Stretched out and captured the whole world
Captured my world, left me with nay but a burn
A burning feeling that ripped my heart into
Tiny little rainbows everytime I saw your face,
Yet now you’re gone
And so is your love, withdrawn
From me, my kriptonite
The blissful pain I felt in seeing you from afa...
I reached out my hand as she was swallowed by the crowd. I can only imagine how overwhelmed she must have felt. "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!" I shouted, but it felt like my words disappeared into the air. She seemed so lost, as if she were carrying a heavy burden within. Collapsing to the ground, she broke down in tears, hiding her pain all alone. She had reached her breaking point, just as it seemed ev...
It was a Saturday in the month of march, and the weather was odd that year. There was snow on the ground the week before, and that week it was 14 degrees. While the weather was nice, it was nothing compared to being in the presence of HER. When I say HER, I am referring to the girl I’ve always thought of, but never believed in. It was just too good to be true, and frankly, that girl was much too g...
I watch as my sister walks down the aisle. A dozen of kids follow her wake. The man in the straight flowy dress on the altar. He has a nice hat, like Saint Nicholas. My sister is dressed in white, my cousin too. They are both smiling, they seem really happy. As they reach the altar, they kneel, and mom and dad begin to sing. When I look around me, baffled, I see everyone is singing, actually. Mom ...
“I love you. Buh-bye.” I say to my youngest son as I put the phone down. I walk through the hall of the house I’ve lived in for most of my life, although it used to hold a whole family. For the past few years, it’s been just me and these paint-chipped walls. I love this place, but I miss my family. My wife passed just a few years ago, and my children have been out of the house for many years now. ...
We arrived at the ceremony with enough time to find a place for my wife to sit and for me to stand on the sidelines; I have always stood at my kids events, I was (unfortunately) blessed with significantly above average height. It’s a blessing and a curse, but today is one of the days where I am grateful for my genes. A long line of 21 year old college graduates in their black silky robes and decor...
I hate that my brother and his wife had to go through this,but I understand God makes no mistakes.
But that’s something you have to let people find on their own in a time like now .the last thing i wanted to do was hurt Megan’s feeling. So I just said I’m sorry your going through this and listen as they both cried and talked about how perfect their baby boy was.
He had been in the Niue for the f...
There’s a silver car often parked on the street. I often see its driver running to her car, late as usual. She brings by chocolate chip cookies and a friendly smile every month. I knew her name once. Now all I know is I stopped seeing her car on the street. I wonder if she ever learned to be on time. I wonder if someone else gets monthly treats. Most of all, I wonder if her smiles are still in som...
When I was born my mom was babysitting. A lot of people wanted my mom to babysit there baby. That’s when my friend Brooklynn got babysat by my mom. when I was five she was three we both knew each other for most of our lives. When she turned four I was six. We started school but we didn’t go to the same school. She lived in a different neighborhood so we didn’t see each other that much. She visited...
Eighteen years ago, I held the wailing bundle of light that was my third daughter. Now, I watch her walk amongst her peers, smiling at her sisters as she shakes the superintendent’s hand then goes to accept her diploma.
I’ve done this twice before, and I’m still not used to it. The novelty hasn’t worn off yet. There’s something new with each one of my girls. My oldest, Karlie, was the first to g...
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