Love or Words  ( interpretation at death )

Love or Words ( interpretation at death )

A Story by AcasualPawn
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A short story of confession of writer through words................

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He could still remember, that final time when Sara was rejected by him. With a wounded heart and broken spirit, in a distracted state of restlessness, there was an attack on her way back home, and the young woman finally passed away like a diminishing fragrance.

When he received the news and had immediately rushed over, he was still a single step too late at the very end.

At the moment before her death, that woman had gently laid in his arms. She had said to him, “john, should there be another life…… should I meet you once more, I hope that you will carefully…… take a look at me. I look nicer than a Pen!”

“John, to be able to die in your arms, I am very satisfied……” Those were the last words of Sara……,
you were not satisfied. You had regrets. Otherwise, why would you have tears at the corners of your eyes? On the gentle face of the girl who had already taken her last breath, two clear droplets of tears suddenly dropped…… She had forcibly pretended to put on a smile on her deathbed, afraid that he would be hurt……

Two droplets of clear tears, had instead at that very moment smashed and shattered his heart! From then on, his heart would be covered in dust!

But, now when his death is a few steps ahead, holding a pen in his hand the only words that are in his mind are:--


“A lifetime is not a gentle word,
words are a lifetime of bitterness;
I will write for you in next lifetime,
bitter or not I will write a next lifetime!”....

© 2017 AcasualPawn


Author's Note

AcasualPawn
Well, i used some sources for help.....

Readers can assume that to execute last 4 lines above stuff is written..

Reviews and comments are welcomed..

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Sometimes we make wrong choices in this life. If you believe in heaven or reincarnation, there may be a chance for correction.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Last 4 lines 👍. I am literally in tears. Amazing

Posted 3 Years Ago


That was quiet refreshing. I enjoyed it to letter

Posted 3 Years Ago


I strongly believe in the next lifetime. Very sad and yet beautiful.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Well, life is full of regrets, regrettably. It is very often, after the event, that we realise what we should have done. Your short story portrays this well.
I hope his heart recovered from the 'dust' and he was able to 'pen' a good 'next lifetime.' Good write.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Love it. Wonderful job. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


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grtt work.....keep it up........

Posted 3 Years Ago


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this is a great story,loved it

Posted 3 Years Ago


AcasualPawn

3 Years Ago

Thankyou for your motivational words
 wordman

3 Years Ago

my pleasure
I dont hate to agree with Jay G because I think there is no finer reviewer on this site.

PIG, I found this somewhat convoluted to parse.
It certainly doesn't lack passion - that much is clear but imagine passion were a lamp's flame and the globe surrounding the flame was very dusty/dirty - sure we'd see the flame ok but we wouldn't be able to appreciate it's dancing nuances - until the globe was cleaned. That's how this felt to me. Full of the flame but distracted by the 'dirty' globe.
Im going to have to award this 75/100 my friend.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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