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Okay, no more Ms Nice Delta.
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This is who I am

Why hello. Welcome to the place where my dreams roam. I suppose you ought to know who I am.
I go by many names. Here, you may refer to me as Delta. Of course, you can use my other names, if you know them.
The Earth was blessed with my presence on 10th January. Of course, this means that my birthstone is the GARNET. Oh, I'm a Capricon too, of course. And I was born in the year of the PIG.
I am a girl who prefers to be left alone when it is OBVIOUS that I want to be. People may mistake these signs for my Emo mode, and then come and bother me, trying to 'cheer me up'. If I suddenly stop talking to you, it means that I'm in my 'Deep Thoughts' mode. Just don't talk to me. I'll go back to my normal, default mode soon.
Well, that's all I think you need to know about me. Use your detective skills to find out more about the mysterious Authoress, okay? I'm too lazy to lay out my personality for everyone to see.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009 - Story :

I haven't been posting stories recently. This blog instead became my ranting and RAVing grounds. >.>
So here you go.

PART 1 (a mini-saga, of exactly 50 words)

I loved her. But now she's gone. Lilian has left me.

I want to see her again.
I will see her again.
I'll bring her favourite flowers. Lilies. Purity. She was pure, even in death.
At midnight, at Wyckford cemetery. Tonight.
We will meet again tonight.
I hail a cab.

PART 2 (the 'sequel', written from the POV of the taxi driver)

The door swung open.
The man who climbed into my car carried a bouquet of flowers in his arms.
"To Wyckford cemetery," he said in a quiet voice, staring distantly at his flowers.
I nodded once and began to drive. The silence between us was awkward, and stifling.
I turned on the radio.
"If only you could see the tears in the world you've left behind. If only..."
The man in the back seat sang along softly, fingering one of his flowers sadly.
"It was her favourite song, my dear Lilian. She loved this song. Said she'd play it at her wedding."
I wisely remained quiet, keeping my eyes on the road.
"They played it at her funeral instead. She must have been pleased, being able to hear it before she... before she... she..."
The silence returned as he dabbed at his eyes.
"I loved her, you know. Lilian always saw me as a brother, but I loved her. I loved her enough to let her go, to let her be happy. I... I loved her."
He stopped, staring thoughtfully at her flowers. There was a distant look in his eyes.
"I'll see her again tonight, you know." He spoke up suddenly. "I'll give her her favourite flowers, tell her I'm sorry, tell her that I love her... I'll see her again, tonight, at midnight."
He was silent for the rest of the journey.
We arrived at Wyckford. I turned to claim my fare.
I paused.
There was a peaceful smile on his face. His shoulders were relaxed. The flowers he held had wilted.
He was dead.
I looked at my watch.
Midnight.

Okay, done! 8D

nic published at 22:55