Writing Games Story - Living a nightmareA Story by Bella-MarieHomeless child Polluted stream after a big thunderstorm I feel like giving up
Scrambling to the edge of the murky stream, I cup my hands and dip it into the oily water. The dirty liquid swirls disgustingly, but my thirst is too great for me to think straight. I drink the water back, gagging at the taste, sighing at the relief from the scummy water.
I sit back and begin to cry. Great, salty tears pour down my face and I can't breathe through the anguish. When I finally pull myself together, I stare into the polluted stream with my heart fluttering sadly. I think of all the loss I have lived through... my parents dying... my life crumbling until I am a street urchin... the hunger that gripped me for weeks until someone took pity on me and gave me a decent feed. But that was ages ago... I'm cringing in the pain of starvation. The sky above is still grey and swirling, and I angrily glare at the sky. The thunderstorm was the reason for my thrist, I decided a few minutes before I saw the stream, as it burst the water resovior and so people had to make do with buying bottled water. Me? I had to crawl the street for days, drinking from puddles, until I found this stream. The grass near the stream is spongy and wet, but better than concrete, so I lie down. Far from the stream, I see huge meadow grasslands. Behind me, I feel the shadow of huge concrete buildings. I think of the people livin inside them, happy and content, drinking bottled water that is pure and un-polluted, eating fresh food and clothing themselves in not rags but real cloth, fabric with no holes. I sob and sob, and feel my life crying too. Through the sobs, I am surprised. Normally it's just my mind that hates the situation. My life tries to find something good within the mess. It can't. And because my life can't hold on to reality, neither can I, so I slip into a dreamless, un-awaking sleep. © 2010 Bella-MarieReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 2, 2010 Last Updated on March 4, 2010 AuthorBella-MarieHamilton, Waikato, New ZealandAboutSee that picture? Yeah, the profile picture of me. Yeah, yeah, that one! Well, that's my cat, I know! She's so cute, eh! I love my cat, she's the bomb. No, you're cat can't me as good as mine... maybe.. more..Writing
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