Seasoned Soul (Chapter One)

Seasoned Soul (Chapter One)

A Story by Via
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This is just a little story I felt like putting on paper and it doesnt really have a place but it will in the future.

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It was a cold December night when you kissed my soul. It was a hot summer night when you whispered into my heart. It was a windswept morning when you tore my tenderness. This is all so new to me, I didnt know how to handle it. I've never felt so much pain. You took my innocence and my soul with you. Sitting in a broken chair with notes and letters we wrote. Thinking of how we could never be together as one, ever again. Arising from that rusty old chair and descending downstairs to the living room where old cob webs lay on the couches and dust lays on every inch of wood that can be found. I ignore the where the memories lay, turn around, and walk outside to the porch and look at the bleak sky and remembering all those nights we lied on the pavement of the driveway and dicussing about the most randomnest of things. Those were the pleasurable times. The times when we had ear to ear smiles on our faces everytime we layed eyes upon each other. Walking from the porch away from the house we both shared, I walk down the secluded road with letters in one hand and a French Press Bag in the other. A knit hat rest on my head and a scarf around my neck and the necklace you gave me for my 18th birthday is settled under the scarf. The wind is blowing and I see that rain is about to pour. I hurry to your doorstep. When I make it, I softly press the doorbell with my fragile finger...there you are, looking flawless as always, but I can see pain in your eyes, like you have been crying as well as I have been. You ask for me to come in to talk. As I step in, I see the old picture of us situated on your coffee table. You haven't put it down like I have at my home. You lead me to your sette, and as I sit, you lean over to whisper into my heart the words that I fell for the first day...


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Oh my Goodness! I don't normally review peoples work unless they are friends but I could'nt help it this time. This is an awsome piece, very warm, and romantic and it really touches the soul... You have a very unique ability to make one feel your characters, and it was a remarkable read. I am a romance writer and my perferred genre is poetry... I am sticking this in my favorites library and subscribing to your work. The choice to friend is yours

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Thanks guys for the comments, and just to let you know, I am only 15 years old so this gives me a lot of encouragement for future writing!

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is very nicelt written.
Wonderful imagery and description.
You followed through with a plot wonderful.
I enjoyed this.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Oh my Goodness! I don't normally review peoples work unless they are friends but I could'nt help it this time. This is an awsome piece, very warm, and romantic and it really touches the soul... You have a very unique ability to make one feel your characters, and it was a remarkable read. I am a romance writer and my perferred genre is poetry... I am sticking this in my favorites library and subscribing to your work. The choice to friend is yours

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel like this would make a better poem than a story. try it out.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Tags: love, heart-broken, past, present

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Huntsville, AL



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