The WallA Story by BrynnaW.
It was a wall. Just a brick wall. It stood tall and strong in front of me, not letting me pass. If I looked to the right, it seemed to go on forever. If I looked to the left, it was just as long as the right. But, this wall, when I looked up, I thought it was touching the clouds. What was behind there? What secrets could this wall have heard from the other side? I stroked the uneven bricks but they revealed nothing to me but the cold. I swung my fist at the wall and swore as my knuckles cracked. My hand was flopped around as I tried to get rid of the pain. Blood oozed from my knuckles and dropped onto my shoes. My anger boiled higher and my heart pounded louder. I screamed, I swore, and I kept kicking the stupid wall. By the end of my tirade, my shoes were worn thin and torn all around, my knuckles were bloody, my mouth felt dirty, and I sunk down against the wall and began to cry. What was this stupid wall? What person would build it? My fingers played around in the dirt and I got an idea. I dug under the wall and ended with more wall and more and more. My two foot hole was useless and a waste of time. I had more questions about the wall but then they started to focus on me. Why do I want to see the other side so badly? Why am I so angry that I would punch a solid wall? Why do I swear when the thing or place on the other side is none of my business? I should just care that this wall can protect me. What could be on the other side, good or evil, will be kept out along with its influences. This wall won't let anything in or out and in some ways that could be good or bad... Right? Still, I cried on my way home and never returned to the wall.
© 2011 BrynnaW.Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 20, 2011 Last Updated on June 27, 2011 AuthorBrynnaW.My New Home, ORAboutMy name is Brynna Wynne Wiley. Aka: BrynnaW. I'm supposed to tell all about myself right here but... I've done that before. Now, it's just about the writing. more..Writing
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