She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled with a wide grin. It's was her day to shine, her boy friend who was too insecure to ask her, never wanted to get married. But she did now, she wanted to have the bond of family, she was going to go the untraditional way and ask him herself. Diana figured he was too scared to ask her because before now the answer would of been no from her. But, after the discovery made yesterday she thought she had no choice. She loved him or thought she loved him anyway. Diana strolled across the street hoping to not start crying again as see saw a little baby in a stroller being pushed around by which, she would assume to be the babies mother and father. What am I going to do? Diana wondered to herself maybe I shouldn't get married maybe I should just run away. No I must at least try to get the family cemented in one place for the sake of the baby.
"What'd do you mean by No!" Screeched Diana to her boyfriend Tim. "I don't want to get married." "But we have to." "Says who? And why would we have to get married." "Because... because..... because am pregnant." Said Diana breaking down in tears. "That doesn't mean we have to get married, honestly I think it's time we go our own separate ways. I want to see other people, I want to start my life over, I don't want a baby. I am just going to let you deal with thus problem." Said Tim as he shut the screen door behind him and left forever.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She kept this small little pink box in her pocket all day. It was very special to her. Every time she touched it she got this warm fuzzy feeling in her heart and a big smile on her round face. She got the box from her grandpa that she never met before. It had a note in it from her grandpa when he figured out before he passed away his daughter was having a baby girl. Her mother was pregnant with a girl, and the mothers father always wanted her to have a special baby girl, but unfortunately he didn't get to meet her. So every time she reads this note she cries but at the same time she's happy that she has something to remember about her grandpa that she never met before but wishes that she had. Her parents always told her that he would have loved you and that your his little angel. When they told her that she began to cry. "I wish I could have met him." She would always say to her parents. One day she will meet him, up in heaven!
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. This was finally the day. Her proposal wasn't a cliché. She planned it out to the details that didn't matter. They were to go to the park and have a picnic. Then later that night they were going to a concert. She had her connections to get on that stage and pull her loved one up with her. She'd get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage.
The night was almost over and they had a change of plans. Instead of going home, they went to celebrate. Their friends gathered together to spend this special moment with them. The two women felt so lucky to have each other. They couldn't love each other more than they did at that very moment.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She looked around and her sly grin got bigger when she realized no one was in sight. No one saw. No one had to know. She locked herself in her bathroom and opened the box. A bright diamond ring... Who was she kidding, it was beautiful. Just, not for her daughter. No. Her daughter deserved better. Not this low life scum. He probably stole the ring! I'll just go bring it back to the store. And everything will be fixed. Because he can't propose without a ring, now can he?
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. The little ring sized box sat there in her pocket. Such a small trigger of joy, remembering that this small box use to carry her mothers ring. The one token left that her father cared for her mother, and her. Since the fire that destroyed there home had engulfed all the memories in a devils inferno. Ever since then this box has been her safe, for her emotions and memories. Such a small box but so full of memories, emotions, and everything that she cherishes so close.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled grimly. She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but here she was carrying the precious box through the crowded streets. She had failed. Everything she had lived for had turned against her. She was drowning in college debt with a useless major and wasted passion as her life boat. So, in her finally attempt to salvage what was left of her worthless life, she pushed through the maze of streets and towards the black market; the best place to sell stolen goods. She didn't know which brought her to tears, the stench and filth of the area or the thought that her fingers were gently caressing stolen property, that her life-style hinged on her ability to bargain with it. She pushed her feelings down and grasped the box firmly. It was done, she had stolen it, and now she was going to sell it. She reached out in front of her and pulled back a ratty blanket acting as a door for an old brick building, revealing the market. "You there." She marched up to the first person she saw, a decrepit man behind a counter that glinted with jewels. "How much will you buy this for?" She slid the box across the rough wooden surface and watched his watery, grey eyes as a scrutinized it. "One grand," he grunted. "More." "Little missy, your trinket ain't worth anymore." She slammed her hands on the counter. "You'll give me two grand because I know what it's worth and because you and I are going to be doing business together from now on." He eyed her suspiciously before replying, "fifteen hundred, that's my final offer. And you had better bring something better next time, something worth what I pay." "Deal." She shook his grimy, withered hand and left with fifteen hundred dollars in her pocket instead of a little box.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She is trying hard to figure out what's inside the box without opening it. She wants so badly to open the box but she can't because it is a Christmas gift that was given to her early by her friend that lives out of town. She was forced to promise that she wouldn't to open it before Christmas. The box is so heavy and dense that she can't wait to see what's inside. She loves Christmas, and wishes that is would come already, but waiting will just be a little lesson in patience for her. Everything is perfect this Christmas except that her friend must go back home soon. She has already got some guesses of what is in the box be she is still not sure.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled as she approached the doorstep. After all, it was all that she had left of him - this small case encompassing a variety of worn, plastic guitar picks. She had never really known him, her father, but she knew that he loved her with all his heart. Even if he had left her to be raised by an orphanage at the age of four. Her daddy was a star, selling out arenas and touring the entire world. That didn't mean he didn't love her. He promised that he would come back for her. Someday. Until then, she had the company of his rusted and tattered guitar. She took comfort in his possessions, viewing them as validations of the promise made to her so many years ago. But as she grew older, these things became less and less of a contentment. Why hadn't her father come? Wasn't he longing to reunite with his only daughter whom he'd promised to return for? And so she stood now, upon the welcome mat that she knew to be her father's. The excitement that flooded her veins was prodigious; her hand shook violently as it formed a fist, and rose to contact the rough wood of the door. Shuffling footsteps could be heard within moments, her heartbeat increasing rapidly. She closed her eyes, breathing in the cool November air. The door creaked open. "Umm..h-hi. My name's Mattie. I - I'm here to see my father? I'm sorry to just burst in like this but I was told this is where I would find him and I just really wanted to see him again because it's been so long and I - I really miss him and - " "Sweetie, I'm real sorry, but I think you've got the wrong address. I've been livin' here with my husband and my three little girls for ten years now. I'm so sorry. I would help you if I could, believe me." "But..." "Good luck findin' your daddy, sweetie."
And just over the woman's shoulder, she was met with the cold gaze of her pathetic father.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. To her this box was a mystery. She knew overnight someone or something would have placed it there. Sarah knew the box wasn't in her pocket when she fell asleep that night. The odd thing was, she lived alone. She used to live with her parents, but they had recently both passed away. Her mother had been her best friend. They had done everything together and had never left each others side. Sarah was fearful of what could have been in the box. She finally tossed herself out of bed and grabbed the box from her pocket. To her surprise there was a folded piece of paper with something underneath it. As she kept looking threw the small box she came upon a golden locket. She opened the locket and inside were pictures. On the left was a picture of her parents wedding day. On the right was a picture of her 6th birthday. She was so confused on how the box had gotten into her pocket over night. Although Sarah was against thinking that ghosts and spirits could come into the mortal world, she thought maybe her mom would have placed it there for her. To this day, Sarah has yet to figure out who had snuck the small box in her pocket.
She touched the small box in her pocket and smiled as she sauntered up to Dirk's decrepit, old house. The thin cardboard was creased in various spots, having gripped it too tightly as she had raced out of the house.
"Lucy!" Dirk called from his seat on the concrete stoop, "I honestly didn't think you'd show up." He rose as she drew nearer, adjusting his blue, flat brimmed cap and winking down at her.
Lucy beamed. "I told you I would be, so here I am,"
Dirk gave a sly smirk as he crossed his arms. "There is a huge difference between you saying you can do something and you pulling it off, what with your parents an all. I always tell you what a suck up, goody two-shoes you are!"
Lucy clicked the heels of her mauve ballet flats together anxiously. "Well not today, not anymore."
Dirk slid an arm around Lucy's sweater clad shoulders and began to walk her down the cracked sidewalk.
"Look, Lucy, I like you. I really do. But, if you're gonna be with me, you gotta learn to roll with the punches a bit. Cut loose. Have a little fun."
Lucy wrapped her arm around Dirk's waist as they walked. "What kind of fun?"
"My kind of fun." Dirk rewarded her question with another wink and a playful squeeze of her shoulder. "Can you handle that?"
Lucy nodded, pulling from her pocket the crinkled white box she had stolen from her dad. From the box she extracted one slender cigarette, lighted it, and timidly raised it to her lips, balancing it delicately between two fingers.
"Of course. A little teenage rebellion never hurt anyone, right?"
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled with a wide grin. It's was her day to shine, her boy friend who was too insecure to ask her, never wanted to get married. But she did now, she wanted to have the bond of family, she was going to go the untraditional way and ask him herself. Diana figured he was too scared to ask her because before now the answer would of been no from her. But, after the discovery made yesterday she thought she had no choice. She loved him or thought she loved him anyway. Diana strolled across the street hoping to not start crying again as see saw a little baby in a stroller being pushed around by which, she would assume to be the babies mother and father. What am I going to do? Diana wondered to herself maybe I shouldn't get married maybe I should just run away. No I must at least try to get the family cemented in one place for the sake of the baby.
ReplyDelete"What'd do you mean by No!" Screeched Diana to her boyfriend Tim.
"I don't want to get married."
"But we have to."
"Says who? And why would we have to get married."
"Because... because..... because am pregnant." Said Diana breaking down in tears.
"That doesn't mean we have to get married, honestly I think it's time we go our own separate ways. I want to see other people, I want to start my life over, I don't want a baby. I am just going to let you deal with thus problem." Said Tim as he shut the screen door behind him and left forever.
How rude!
DeleteShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She kept this small little pink box in her pocket all day. It was very special to her. Every time she touched it she got this warm fuzzy feeling in her heart and a big smile on her round face. She got the box from her grandpa that she never met before. It had a note in it from her grandpa when he figured out before he passed away his daughter was having a baby girl. Her mother was pregnant with a girl, and the mothers father always wanted her to have a special baby girl, but unfortunately he didn't get to meet her. So every time she reads this note she cries but at the same time she's happy that she has something to remember about her grandpa that she never met before but wishes that she had. Her parents always told her that he would have loved you and that your his little angel. When they told her that she began to cry. "I wish I could have met him." She would always say to her parents. One day she will meet him, up in heaven!
ReplyDeleteShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. This was finally the day. Her proposal wasn't a cliché. She planned it out to the details that didn't matter. They were to go to the park and have a picnic. Then later that night they were going to a concert. She had her connections to get on that stage and pull her loved one up with her. She'd get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage.
ReplyDeleteThe night was almost over and they had a change of plans. Instead of going home, they went to celebrate. Their friends gathered together to spend this special moment with them. The two women felt so lucky to have each other. They couldn't love each other more than they did at that very moment.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She looked around and her sly grin got bigger when she realized no one was in sight. No one saw. No one had to know. She locked herself in her bathroom and opened the box. A bright diamond ring... Who was she kidding, it was beautiful. Just, not for her daughter. No. Her daughter deserved better. Not this low life scum. He probably stole the ring! I'll just go bring it back to the store. And everything will be fixed. Because he can't propose without a ring, now can he?
ReplyDeleteI love this soooo much!
DeleteI did too. Very unexpected.
DeleteShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. The little ring sized box sat there in her pocket. Such a small trigger of joy, remembering that this small box use to carry her mothers ring. The one token left that her father cared for her mother, and her. Since the fire that destroyed there home had engulfed all the memories in a devils inferno. Ever since then this box has been her safe, for her emotions and memories. Such a small box but so full of memories, emotions, and everything that she cherishes so close.
ReplyDeleteShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled grimly. She hadn't wanted it to come to this, but here she was carrying the precious box through the crowded streets. She had failed. Everything she had lived for had turned against her. She was drowning in college debt with a useless major and wasted passion as her life boat. So, in her finally attempt to salvage what was left of her worthless life, she pushed through the maze of streets and towards the black market; the best place to sell stolen goods.
ReplyDeleteShe didn't know which brought her to tears, the stench and filth of the area or the thought that her fingers were gently caressing stolen property, that her life-style hinged on her ability to bargain with it. She pushed her feelings down and grasped the box firmly. It was done, she had stolen it, and now she was going to sell it. She reached out in front of her and pulled back a ratty blanket acting as a door for an old brick building, revealing the market.
"You there." She marched up to the first person she saw, a decrepit man behind a counter that glinted with jewels. "How much will you buy this for?"
She slid the box across the rough wooden surface and watched his watery, grey eyes as a scrutinized it. "One grand," he grunted.
"More."
"Little missy, your trinket ain't worth anymore."
She slammed her hands on the counter. "You'll give me two grand because I know what it's worth and because you and I are going to be doing business together from now on."
He eyed her suspiciously before replying, "fifteen hundred, that's my final offer. And you had better bring something better next time, something worth what I pay."
"Deal." She shook his grimy, withered hand and left with fifteen hundred dollars in her pocket instead of a little box.
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DeleteOops..I meant to say *gasp!
DeleteShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. She is trying hard to figure out what's inside the box without opening it. She wants so badly to open the box but she can't because it is a Christmas gift that was given to her early by her friend that lives out of town. She was forced to promise that she wouldn't to open it before Christmas. The box is so heavy and dense that she can't wait to see what's inside. She loves Christmas, and wishes that is would come already, but waiting will just be a little lesson in patience for her. Everything is perfect this Christmas except that her friend must go back home soon. She has already got some guesses of what is in the box be she is still not sure.
ReplyDeleteShe touched the little box in her pocket and smiled as she approached the doorstep. After all, it was all that she had left of him - this small case encompassing a variety of worn, plastic guitar picks. She had never really known him, her father, but she knew that he loved her with all his heart. Even if he had left her to be raised by an orphanage at the age of four. Her daddy was a star, selling out arenas and touring the entire world. That didn't mean he didn't love her. He promised that he would come back for her. Someday. Until then, she had the company of his rusted and tattered guitar. She took comfort in his possessions, viewing them as validations of the promise made to her so many years ago. But as she grew older, these things became less and less of a contentment. Why hadn't her father come? Wasn't he longing to reunite with his only daughter whom he'd promised to return for?
ReplyDeleteAnd so she stood now, upon the welcome mat that she knew to be her father's. The excitement that flooded her veins was prodigious; her hand shook violently as it formed a fist, and rose to contact the rough wood of the door. Shuffling footsteps could be heard within moments, her heartbeat increasing rapidly. She closed her eyes, breathing in the cool November air. The door creaked open.
"Umm..h-hi. My name's Mattie. I - I'm here to see my father? I'm sorry to just burst in like this but I was told this is where I would find him and I just really wanted to see him again because it's been so long and I - I really miss him and - "
"Sweetie, I'm real sorry, but I think you've got the wrong address. I've been livin' here with my husband and my three little girls for ten years now. I'm so sorry. I would help you if I could, believe me."
"But..."
"Good luck findin' your daddy, sweetie."
And just over the woman's shoulder, she was met with the cold gaze of her pathetic father.
:O MARY! That's cruel man, we're all being so rough on this poor girl and her box. But I LOOOOOOOOOVED the last line!
DeleteI really liked how well this was written,
DeleteBut GOSH that makes me so mad.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled. To her this box was a mystery. She knew overnight someone or something would have placed it there. Sarah knew the box wasn't in her pocket when she fell asleep that night. The odd thing was, she lived alone. She used to live with her parents, but they had recently both passed away. Her mother had been her best friend. They had done everything together and had never left each others side. Sarah was fearful of what could have been in the box. She finally tossed herself out of bed and grabbed the box from her pocket. To her surprise there was a folded piece of paper with something underneath it. As she kept looking threw the small box she came upon a golden locket. She opened the locket and inside were pictures. On the left was a picture of her parents wedding day. On the right was a picture of her 6th birthday. She was so confused on how the box had gotten into her pocket over night. Although Sarah was against thinking that ghosts and spirits could come into the mortal world, she thought maybe her mom would have placed it there for her. To this day, Sarah has yet to figure out who had snuck the small box in her pocket.
ReplyDeleteShe touched the small box in her pocket and smiled as she sauntered up to Dirk's decrepit, old house. The thin cardboard was creased in various spots, having gripped it too tightly as she had raced out of the house.
ReplyDelete"Lucy!" Dirk called from his seat on the concrete stoop, "I honestly didn't think you'd show up." He rose as she drew nearer, adjusting his blue, flat brimmed cap and winking down at her.
Lucy beamed. "I told you I would be, so here I am,"
Dirk gave a sly smirk as he crossed his arms. "There is a huge difference between you saying you can do something and you pulling it off, what with your parents an all. I always tell you what a suck up, goody two-shoes you are!"
Lucy clicked the heels of her mauve ballet flats together anxiously. "Well not today, not anymore."
Dirk slid an arm around Lucy's sweater clad shoulders and began to walk her down the cracked sidewalk.
"Look, Lucy, I like you. I really do. But, if you're gonna be with me, you gotta learn to roll with the punches a bit. Cut loose. Have a little fun."
Lucy wrapped her arm around Dirk's waist as they walked. "What kind of fun?"
"My kind of fun." Dirk rewarded her question with another wink and a playful squeeze of her shoulder. "Can you handle that?"
Lucy nodded, pulling from her pocket the crinkled white box she had stolen from her dad. From the box she extracted one slender cigarette, lighted it, and timidly raised it to her lips, balancing it delicately between two fingers.
"Of course. A little teenage rebellion never hurt anyone, right?"