Tears of the Clouds

March 25, 2011
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The pain was pounding like a hundred thousand crystal jewels falling from the gray clouds of fluffs hanging in the sky. Each tap-tap that hit the cold, dark concrete was like music, an African beat, a subtle classical nuance, a pitchy pop tune. I stepped away from the safety of my porch, and it felt like a giant leap- jumping out of an airplane, taking a dive into a pool full of seaweed and exotic fish; it was all the same though. A sharp intake of breath, a gasp, and then freedom as I fell to the ground, my feet touching the concrete. I turned my head upward and breathed in the humid, wet summer air that reminded me of the beach, my childhood, and liberty. I stepped farther away from my porch, on to the grass. Squishy mud and tickly grass seeped between my toes like sand. I twirled. I ran, and I fell. And I laughed. But then I stopped. I stood up slowly, and I looked back at my house. It was crumbling in, becoming smaller and more dilapidated. Gone was the pretty, big house that everyone would like to live in. Gone was the picture-perfect image of a picture-perfect life that I had yet to experience. The house crumbled to the ground in a heap of dust, and my family began to disappear, morphing into unknown things. Their pretty images became more like their insides, became coarser and bitter, a bit angry and very sad. I closed my eyes, and the rain fell on my cheeks, the tip of my nose, the edge of my eyelids. I stayed like this for a moment. But then it passed. I opened my eyes, and the rain had ceased. The sky was overcast and dull, like any other day. But the rain still dripped from my eyelids, ran down my cheeks. I realized if a person were to be walking by, it might have looked like I was crying.
You couldn’t tell the difference.

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curlyqElissa said...
Apr. 25, 2011 at 10:25 am
Mel, this is absolutely amazing. Your use of different writing techniques were extremely evident in this, and it definitely added to making the story as wonderful as it truly is. I totally see the symbolism in this, and I love the deeper meaning. Again, awesome awesome job. I am so glad that we are teenink buddies now. <3 Elissa
Free- replied...
Apr. 25, 2011 at 6:51 pm
aww thanks<3333 yours was amazing too! and I'm so happy another person loves teenink:)
AliceAngel said...
Apr. 4, 2011 at 10:27 pm
That was amazing! I am 99% sure she was imagining the rain, i could be wrong though. I loved the story, i wish i could write like this!
Free- replied...
Apr. 5, 2011 at 2:31 pm
awww thanks! <3 I'm glad it resonated with you ccc:
AliceAngel replied...
Apr. 5, 2011 at 11:03 pm
You're welcome!
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