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Blue and Purple

September 20, 2009
By Zero_K DIAMOND, Moosic, Pennsylvania
Zero_K DIAMOND, Moosic, Pennsylvania
83 articles 0 photos 435 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Life's no fun if you're not insane, otherwise you grow up to be an accountant." -Moi

It was an hour, and yet it was a year , stretching on forever into eternity. The clock on the wall seems to sense his anxiety and slows.

Tick. . .Tick. . .Tick. . .Tick. . .

His nails dig into the soft leather upholstery as his mind screams. His muscles tense to spring; his clawed fingers the only thing keeping him from leaping from his seat and running, no, sprinting to where she is.

Fear’s icy talons tear at his flesh, frays his nerve endings. Ripping, tearing. Anxiety covers him in icy cold sweat. It drips from his nose.

Drip. . .Drip. . .Drip. . .


“Smile button!” She pressed his nose with the tip of her fingers and giggled bright rainbows.

He laced his fingers through hers and leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he whispered.


He’s breathing heavily. His airway feels constricted, strangled. Gasp.

Time freezes.


She smiled, and for a moment he glimpsed the sun. In her eyes there was a beautiful sort of brokenness, like rainbows in shattered glass.

She wore long sleeves and jeans; he wore a T-shirt and shorts. The air hung hot and heavy, and he knew something was wrong.


Tick. . .Tick. . .Tick. . .


He rolled up her sleeves. Gently. A wince.

Her smiled faded.
Blue and purple.


Footsteps in the hall. A nurse.

Tick. . .Tick. . .Tick. . .


He walked to her house, homework she had missed under his arm.

Her father ran out of the house with wild eyes, hopped into the car and sped off, exhaust pipe spewing noxious death clouds.

The door was unlocked. He ran inside, homework lying like a forlorn puppy, forgotten on the sidewalk.


The footsteps grow louder.

Remember to breathe.

Tick. . .Tick. . .Tick. . .


She lay motionless on the floor.

Puddles of red, spreading like blossoming roses.

A frantic phone call.

Wailing sirens.


The nurse asks for him.

He leaps from his seat, desperately clutching at a tired, frayed blanket called hope. But the nurse’s eyes quickly unravel it. Tears spring to his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the nurse says.

And his world fades to black.

The author's comments:
I was so excited about this when I wrote it, but then my grandma reads it and says "I don't get it." *Sigh*
-Blessed Be

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on Nov. 7 2011 at 5:30 pm
toto1601 BRONZE, Springs Co., Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.”
― Maurice Switzer

WOW... this is amazing you are such a wonderful writer you are sooooo vey talented... your writing inspires me =-)

on Apr. 17 2011 at 4:07 pm
Imaginedangerous PLATINUM, Riverton, Utah
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I got it, if it makes you feel better. I liked that 'hope blanket' metaphor- especially when the nurse unravels it.

on Feb. 24 2011 at 8:42 pm
singinginthegardn GOLD, Cowell, Massachusetts
16 articles 2 photos 158 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." ~Anaïs Nin

Hey, I'm a true fan of you <3!! Your writing is extremely deep and true and magical...this one is sad yet happy...I love it! Just could you tell me what you were trying to say in this? Because I feel like my perception of this is incorrect...

LastChapter said...
on Jan. 28 2011 at 9:31 pm
LastChapter, Hempstead, New York
0 articles 0 photos 215 comments

Favorite Quote:
(couldn't think of anything better at the time) "Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."-Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.

ok, i'm officially following all your work now. but this is so far my favorite short story piece by you. i especially loved the line "In her eyes there was a beautiful sort of brokenness, like rainbows in shattered glass." really sad, but hey, sadness is a powerful emotion. and you used it well!

on Jan. 22 2011 at 7:45 am
Matthewsmom11 BRONZE, Kalispell, Montana
2 articles 2 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
“When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever.”

omg i cried! this is amazing!

Riley141 GOLD said...
on May. 27 2010 at 4:48 pm
Riley141 GOLD, Yale, Michigan
13 articles 3 photos 145 comments

Favorite Quote:
" Always do right. This will gratifiy some people and astonish the rest." Mark Twain

Wow this is realy good..keep writing.


on Dec. 6 2009 at 5:22 pm
thesilverrose BRONZE, Richardson, Texas
1 article 0 photos 51 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead." -Benjamin Franklin

I love the clock "tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..." Sad story though. :D Would love to see more.

Kels said...
on Sep. 30 2009 at 8:23 am
The first time I read it I did not look at the deeper meaning of the words. I reall love it.

Indigo said...
on Sep. 28 2009 at 1:30 pm
I get it. Fantasical