One Way Street
Posted by Arielle Johnson
Geneviève
The silence in this house is growing quite unbearable, the dinner table untouched. I crave noise, I crave life, but fear there is no sense in uttering this desire upon deaf ears. I, of all people, how did I suddenly become so lost? The entirety of my life I have worked, worked towards achieving a goal, a goal of which I saw so clearly in the distance. Somehow, now that the once distant is in close proximity, I have become ostracized in a vast desert of desolation. Once independent, loving and contempt now only a soulless body with a muted scream for help, not even the walls can hear. I am in love with a boy manufactured to destroy. No, I was in love with a boy and he still with I, yet I can’t help but wonder if there are others waiting to be found. My only dream is to do whatever my heart wishes, experience freedom which no one dare to oblige. I wish to ride upon the dust of a shooting star, and rest along side of a soothing river, at times gliding gently over various peb ... more »
Posted: May 13, 2009 7:42 am | 0 comments
Tags: fiction, original, short story
