The Most Tragic Love Story

Another Picture it & Write! And my contribution to this week’s picture…

girl suicides in bath tub

 

The most tragic of all love stories is one in which two people secretly love each other and yet…

Tracy thought that she had never met such a man as Kev. To any girl of the school, he was just like any other guy: not too muscular, nor too fragile; not too keen on sports, nor too geeky; not too handsome, nor too disgusting. He had plain dark eyes and hair, and his dressing code was rather the same every day: a boring T-shirt and a used pair of jeans.

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We are created to create

I don’t know what’s been happening to me these days. Everyday when I go to bed I feel this desire to write. Anything really. But it has to be on a concrete piece of paper – I just use a notepad – and with a pen, not virtually by blogging or even writing in my private diary in Microsoft Word (password-protected^^)

Therefore I end up continuing some short stories I neglected or write a whole page on my thoughts and state of mind – all of this being private so I won’t be typing these onto WordPress ;P

Then I thought well, it’s true that writing is relaxing, it’s a escape door from reality. With so much pressure and revision work on me, my brain starts to want some play time.

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