Into the Night

These two things in quotes are something I posted on a website. The theme was a memory that can bring you to tears, either happy of sad.

"The fleeting sun light on an early June night, the large crowd of families at my old elementary school, family night was normally the hi-light of the night. The kids frolicking on playground in which we had many battles against enemies that were only in our minds, just for play of course. A group of us over on the dilapidated baseball field on the corner of the three soccer field wide field behind the faded yellow school were playing kickball. While a DJ was blaring music of late 90's (Hanson N'Sync ect..) music on a the concrete area next to the school. As the school year ended and the summer would begin, it was like a night we never wanted to end, but like all good things, it did.

The following summer I would not be in that town anymore. I abandoned my friends to go to a state, that at that time, seemed to have more opportunity than this place I used to call him. Ten years later I am only left scratching my head and wondering what could of happened if I stayed in that early June twilight."

"Her long jet-black hair flowed with as if a gentle breeze was passing though it. She has the dark eyes that would look into your soul and tug at your heart. Tall, slender, and very sexy fair skin, with the most upbeat personality you can imagine for someone that has been though so much as a kid. Her kiss was gentle and soft, with an passion that could sink a ship. Just as quick as you could fall in love with her, she would fall out of love with you.

As a day of passion, and connection faded into a night of companionship and a warm bed with two in it. The impending storm on the horizon was the omnious for shadowing for the day ahead.

We awoke the next morning to a crisp blue sky with a sun just cresting over the horizon and she was still in my arms. A song she had told me about would become the sad theme of the day, "Everchanging" by Rise Against. That night with thunder clapping and shaking the mantle of the apartment she told me she wasn't so sure anymore, and wanted to move on. A decision that she knew she would regret, and a move that would shatter my heart.

Two years later, and my heart that was in shambles has finally recovered fully. I still see her face sometimes when I close my eyes, though I know she is gone. It is a bitter-sweet memory that I don't want to loose, but at the same time haunts me.

To the girl with the deep brown eyes, I say good-bye and to all that we had. I have seen what you have become and it doesn't look the same. A shell, yes, and the you I loved is blown out like a candle in the wind."

Something I posted on a website asking about a memory that makes you feel that sad/happy feeling. I went back and re-read what I wrote and I really think I need write more. I still have an idea of a dystopian novel I want to write. I really have come to like the stuff George Orwell wrote, and he was a journalist first. I just really need to think of problems in the state that make it so dystopian. I have a name for the book, just need a basic plot line to go with it. Any ideas would be awesome! I may be back later!-SS