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Melinda
Contributed by
Angelluv2write
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Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 08:31:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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11-16-04
Melinda, that was her name. In August before she started school at a place called, Merry Weather high.
She went to an end of the summer party with her then best friend. There was beer there; she knew she shouldn’t drink that, what she was doing was wrong.
She went outside stood under the night sky, and stars that looked light little lights strung on a string.
“Where did you come from”? Your too beautiful to be hiding in the dark.”
Was what the voice that broke through the dark said.
They shared a slow dance, Melinda felt excitement “ I’ll have a boyfriend just in time for high school” she thought.
She didn’t know this fellow classmate was disguised as a thief was playing on stealing something from her, like an animal on the hunt.
Before she knew it, she could no longer see the lights on a string she recognized as stars, The tree and the moon that was playing hide-and-seek are now long gone.
And before he knew it he was done stealing from her what she wouldn’t give up freely and smiled when he was done.
She started high school as the enemy of her entire school, all because she called the cops on a party they all that was so cool.
They don’t know what happen; they don’t know Melinda was robbed, not even mom and dad.
The beast that’s what she calls her thief now, he still makes her skin crawl to this very day.
It’s getting close to the end of the year, Prom is almost on it’s way there.
She finds out her then best friend is going out to the prom with her personal thief.
One day, while in the library they send notes to each other, and the truth about that fateful night finally comes out.
News about that night comes to everyone at Merry weather high.
The beast, her original thief founds out and tracks Melinda down in her little janitor’s closet she adopted as her safe haven, a place of her own.
That is where through all the test she could have been given this past school year, this is the one that really mattered the most. She finally had the courage to say no.
No to the beast, no to someone she thought of as her friend, no to the blame that she put on herself about that night.
She completed her end of the year art project of putting your emotions in a tree and expressing them beyond the norm, she became that tree and finally began her story by telling Mr. Freeman, the art teacher, the only one I think she ever really liked about her story.
By saying the words, she and noone else has ever heard out loud before.
“Let me tell you about it” she said. And she finally told her story.
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Angelluv2write
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Re: Melinda
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by Doriens_Picture on
Saturday, 27th November 2004 @ 03:14:56 PM AEST
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| this is another great write of yours |
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Re: Melinda
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 12:03:14 AM AEST
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| This is more story than poetry. But not bad. Keep writing. |
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Re: Melinda
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by mysticaldancer on
Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 10:33:43 PM AEST
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| Was a meaningful story, but try to make it more poem next time...beautifully written though |
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