No. 6

Fatigue.

Several weeks of poor sleep had lead her to a state of effeteness. Anxiety was gradually clenching on to her; an occurrence she was not unfamiliar with. Trying to define her feelings had become a daily routine, almost reaching a point of triteness. Mere words did not have the power to convey her soul, which she so urgently wanted them to.

She had mastered the art of concealing this emptiness that was growing inside of her. Being her sister’s twenty-first birthday, she was obliged to oppress whatever it was that she was feeling. She was still in control.

Fatigue was the cause of it all. This she knew and how futile was it not?

Reviews

[Hoosier Belle]

So deep and full of emotions. Can feel the thoughts come through. Nicely expressed.

[Farah]

wow! u used really complicated English there! I liked the sound of it though!
welcome to Writers Cafe! ;)