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Short story ended.

goodmendonotneedrules:

Two months later, I’ve finished my short story. It was intended to be shorter, then longer.
Some enlighted mind told me than at some point you can’t make your story any longer.
I could’ve done this in less than a week. I didn’t want to.

I would love to listen to everyone’s opinion. Please tell me what you think. This week I will end with the correction.

Reblogs, likes and messages are well received.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/fgvidela/1334980

Short story ended.

Two months later, I’ve finished my short story. It was intended to be shorter, then longer.
Some enlighted mind told me than at some point you can’t make your story any longer.
I could’ve done this in less than a week. I didn’t want to.

I would love to listen to everyone’s opinion. Please tell me what you think. This week I will end with the correction.

Reblogs, likes and messages are well received.

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/fgvidela/1334980

Jasmine Petals. A Story. Third.

He didn’t know how he fell asleep and how she left the place. Immediately, he rushed to the balcony but didn’t see her. He called her name many times but no answer came to his ears.
For a moment he thought it was all a dream. It wasn’t. 
He remembered she left a letter. He tore apart the envelope and to his surprise there was a letter and a Polaroid picture. It was her kissing him goodbye while he was sleeping on the ground. 
He grabbed the letter and a bittersweet feeling of weakness seized him. He sat in the couch and decided to open it. Berenice folded it in a  simple way to keep every word out of the sight of the one’s who are not meant to read it.
It wasn’t as long as he wanted it to be.
Aiden. 
You’re a nice boy. I could feel you loving me despite that we’ve met today. Your eyes saw something that I can’t be.
 I can’t love you as you love me. 
I’m beggining to like you, that’s why I left. There’s nothing you can do but forgetting me. There’s also something else you should know. Before today, I used to break hearts for fun. I thought you could be a nice prey but it all ended badly. 
You fell for me like nobody else did. That innocent love made me fragile. I couldn’t make you suffer longer than this. I broke hearts for fun and now mine is broken. Call it karma, call it fate, I can’t do this anymore. 
Sorry.
Her handwriting was flawless. He couldn’t hold his tears anymore. They started seeping in the letter. He tried to dry them off, the ink got wet and most of her words run from the once white sheet of paper.
Time had passed before he decided to read it again. He thought it could’ve had a hidden message of her whereabouts. It didn’t. 
"I don’t ever want to love again" he said while he helped himself some vodka.
That night, he drank half a bottle of vodka, listened to his saddest record and wrote about it. 
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