A lost world

A lost world

A Story by Leah Christine

When life gives you lemons your suppose to make lemonade right? Well what if life gives you rotten lemons? Then what? You cant make lemonade out of rotten lemons can you? Well at one point life threw lemons and temptation tested me and I made lemonade and I tasted it. It was so perfect and sweet. It couldnt have been any better. I forgot about everything else. But it was like a tease. Cuz once I got a taste it disappeared and i was rained on with rotten lemons. It all happened so quickly. And now i'm left with bruises and the burning feel inside, confusion and disruptution are taking over my mind. The sweet taste of lemonade still lingers on my tongue and I keep asking my self if god will once again send some. I keep looking for those lemons the good ones not the bad but I feel ashamed to say but I think i'm losing sight of what the good ones are like and the light is slowly fading. So now what happens if i'm in the dark sorrounded by the bad? Do I pick it up and eat it too knowing it will make me sad? I'm losing hope but I keep searching. It's so close to pitch black though and the lemons are slowly getting more rotten and rotting the things around them. They are becoming one with my world. By light again everything will be covered by such a filth that i'm not sure I will ever be able to restore the beauty. So I walk in silence down the soon to be dark streets. Still searching for that perfectness. Its no where in sight but i'm convinced it's here somewhere. I'm starting to lose my way but it doesnt matter it will soon be to dark to even find my way home. As I walk down this darkening road my mind wanders to the days when I had walked this path before. I more like glided down the road. It felt as if I never touched the ground. I was smiling and sipping sweet lemonade, as I admired the beauty and the perfectness around me. Words could never explain the almost awkward perfectness of my soroudings. It could never be the same. I will long for those days for the rest of the time I breathe. As I enter back to reality I realize that the light has come to an end. Now Its just what seems like endless hours of darkness. It's so cold. But I am growing numb, soon I will not feel it. And still i'm walking and i'm growing weak I need to find something to lean on. But it seems so lonely and plain. There is nothing there. I am sorrounded by the smell of rotting lemons. I think thats all there is. Everything else disappearred it seemed to leave with the light. How could I be so alone yet still search for something that may not exist? I dread the light to come. I'm afraid to see what my world has become. The filthy rotten bitterness that will cover the petals that have fallen from my once beautiful roses in flower beds on every corner. I stop and think to myself... how could I spend so much time searching for something I once had instead of cleaning up that which will destroy everything that is left? How can I re- build what use to be when I let something destroy it while I chase a fairytale fantasy, something that may never be. I begin walking again I feel my way down the street. It seems like it has been an eternity since I started what seems to be an endless journey.

© 2008 Leah Christine


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Leah Christine
It is not done yet but i would like to know what everyone thinks.

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I think you have an important tale to tell us about lemons. The flow isn''t to smooth. I think the piece should be broken into paragraphs with a space inbetween each one. Makes it easier to read.

There is a lot of informatioin being passed through these lines. Everything from finding bad apples, to wading through more, tossing others aside, only to find more of them. Question one's belief, faith and strength of will, and finding it when needed.
Over all i'd say this piece brings to mind and age old question. Live in reality or chase dreams. I think in life, there has to be a balance.

If lemons are following you around..Get a knife and some glasses of ice water on a hot day. The lemons will go away as others drink the water. :)

Nice beginning. Work with it. I'd like to see the end all product.

Aaron Maycroft

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on April 18, 2008

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Leah Christine
Leah Christine

Spokane, WA



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I live my life dealing with heart break, so i express my emotions by writing. It calms me and relieves my frustration. more..

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