High places. I hate high places: there, the only way out is down.
So how'd I get here? My footsteps, choices, brought me here, almost without my willing it. Now there's no way up. Only downwards: the slow way or the fast one.
I don't know which will hurt more.
Author notes
A fifty-word story. Perhaps more accurately a snapshot of a turning point in someone's life...
Written March 21st, 2005
A contest entry
- 50 Word Stories by Dancing-Incessantly.
300 points, ended April 15, 2005, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Excellently written. I would perhaps change "there, the only way out is down" to "here, the only way out is down" to keep the focus on being where you are, here, as in, how did you get here?
Very good. I think you should get at least a Silver out of this one...
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Yep, sure know this feeling. Never have liked heights and still don't although I did a lot of rappelling in caves when I was a little younger - okay once I was on the rope. But, what an interesting thought - which will hurt the most? That's excellent!
Paul -
Deep write, interesting snapshot
Keep writing and thanks for commenting on my column, hmm I haven't found anything online either- perhaps my teachers have been lying to me for 5 years?
All the best,
Pozo
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