“Careful...” he comments as she idly tosses the object into the air. Up and down up and down like some game that has just been invented. He flinches as the object fly’s higher and higher, never once taking his eyes off the prized possession. A slip of the wrist, a slight gasp from the boy, a soft shatter as glass meets the floor. The girl walks away. “It’s not a toy..,” whispers the boy to nobody. Slowly he picks up the shattered pieces of his heart.
** i had to write a short story for english in 50 to 75 words of cours ei went over the limit and went to 80 =O eep well we can only hope my english teacher wont stab me in the eye anways this story is inspired by recent events that have been happening to me please i know that this is far from perfect (ehehe and my grammer probably horrible) so yeaaaah please read and i hope you enjoy remeber im no writer and so now onto my short lil story...thing....=]**
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That was quite beautiful! very awesomely done!!! mine is so unseriously unbeautiful compared to yours O_o lol
ish i bets not! did you draw a pic for yours!!??? i did its pretty laaaaaaaammmmeee
mine would give away the story if i did oh ho!! youll just have to see it tomorrow!!
anooooessssss i wanna know what it is! =[ pwes?
i really like this!
oh, it's very pretty, very sad. and an amazing idea to fit in so few words.
Well, like you said, the grammer is a little off, but it doesn't detract from the full impact of the writing. I didn't expect it to end the way it did, and it certainly surprised me. The sad thing is, that's really how things are sometimes. I've never had someone "play with my heart" like that, but I've experienced the same sort of pain. Beautiful metaphor.