I grew up and aged among cobblestone streets littered with cigarettes, and colored glass characteristic of beer bottles. it didn’t take long for people travelling through to look disgusted by the sight around them.
slum was all they said and walked away in the opposite direction. it was easy to worm your way through to all night bars. when someone occasionally asked your age it was very easy to say you left your card at home. all you got in return was a shrug and a shot glass.
I wouldn’t call it a slum, rather a thriving community filled with interesting people.
I met her two years after I moved in, she lived downstairs in apartment 302. there was nothing extraordinary about her. she was a typical specimen of the poor, dirty and ragged. I thought she was beautiful. I bumped into her by accident while collecting beer bottle caps to make necklaces. she simply stared straight through me.
I took two steps forward and she looked through me again. she kept on staring until I was about three feet away. a gaunt face stared at me through sunken eyes. shoulders drooped forwards, hunched and pathetic she kept on staring. she had hair characteristic of those who couldn’t afford a hairbrush, matted and greasy you could see the words I am alone etched onto her face that was as pale as a cloud, and as light as one too. her lips parted and when she spoke something broke within me.
it was so angelic and charismatic I forgot about her grimy appearance. my peripheral vision completely disintegrated and I was hypnotized by her very words. she held out her hand and I didn’t hear the trucks deafening horn or hear its wheels screeching trying to stop. I didn’t hear the failed attempt to swerve, and I didn’t see the wheels until I was already under them.
when I woke up my vision was hazy and I couldn’t see out of my left eye, but I recognized those eyes instantly. she was holding out a robe looking a lot like smooth velvet.
‘welcome to paradise’ said the angel.
I groaned, because my ribs were still broken and I couldn’t move without feeling searing pain coming from every bone in my body.
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hehe. what do you make of the ending?
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very awesome
"I grew up and aged among cobblestone streets littered with cigarettes, and colored glass characteristic of beer bottles."
^^my fav part
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lmao. okay.
so i love this but you know what i think of the ending.
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"I grew up and aged among cobblestone streets littered with cigarettes, and colored glass characteristic of beer bottles."
LOVE ITTTTTT
"you could see the words I am alone etched onto her face that was as pale as a cloud, and as light as one too. her lips parted and when she spoke something broke within me."
Beauty.
How do you do it girly?
This is going in my list
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Oh, gah.
This is really interesting. I love prose only because my attempts fail pathetically.
I love how you keep everything open, yet it's all described in a lot of detail.
AMAZING!
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thanks so much
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I adore the way you write. I love this. The way that it begins is perfect and it just flows beautifully from there. The imagery is amazing throughout the entire piece. I love how the ending is so unexpected.
Wonderful dear.
xx
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