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Wake me when September ends

Firestarter · 2004-11-19T21:30:05Z

Hey, I'm new here. Just wanted to share a story with you. Possibly being used for english coursework at college. Wake me when September ends I walk along the dreary street, watch as the last parts of summer are blown away, as brown and yellow leaves cross my path, float carelessly past. It s cold. The end of summer is always depressing, as everything bright and wonderful dies by the swift hand of nature, as colour is turned from luscious pinks and dreamy blues to crumpled oranges and unattractive browns, when the plants are forgotten and the sun waves a solemn goodbye, forever to disappear beyond dark clouds. And it's when my heart was carved in two by the sharp blade known only as love. It began in early summer - the grass was green, the flowers blooming. I met her under a willow tree, and entirely shaded from the sun and the outside world, I watched as her brown locks and chocolate eyes caressed my soul and never let go. Her smile erupted my senses, her movements dictated my mood, and as the sun fell from the sky I fell helplessly in love, never once looking back. I regret it now, going straight in. Sometimes I wonder, if I d took a step back from it all, waited just one minute to let it all flow in, before diving back, would it have changed anything? Because once she'd entered into my life and grasped my heart, I knew I could never allow her to leave. I wish I could have that minute again. The first weeks we spent together were sheer bliss. The number of days we spent under the blazing summer sun laying in the park grass and the number of long nights we spent I have lost count. We talked for hours, she was always there for me, she was the only one who'd pick me up again when I fell down, lifted my head above the clouds and kept me there. She believed in me, made me feel good about myself, like no-one else ever could. The feeling I had when she touched me is beyond my skills of description. She was out of this world, and I was caught in her dance of love, and even if I wanted to escape her trance I couldn't. I don't think my heart can take much more beating from me remembering the amazing times we shared, sorry. I m sure you'll understand. I pause as the sun escapes its cloud and flashes light into my eyes, before disappearing once again. I look hopefully upwards in case it comes back. It doesn't. All it gives me is a flicker of warmth. The wind picks up and my hair flails wildly around, thrashing up and down in the cold air. I shiver. If I had an inch of perception I might have noticed how things were bound to fail. The higher you fly, the further you fall. And it was a long way down from the clouds. She was like an illusion, a dream. My dream. She was everything I had fantasised. Everything I had wished for in the dark hours of the night when I was alone and all hope had faded. She was the goddess of my world, beautiful, heavenly, and unreal. The sun was her beacon, the moon was her servant and the flourishing flowers of late summer her creations. And then she was gone. She held my hand on that grey wall, she picked up that weapon of love and shot me through the centre of my heart leaving it broken, shattered. Grief-stricken, I stumbled home. My life was over. What was left to live for, I ask? I don't think I could get much lower, I'd sunk and fallen and hit the rock bottom in a bottomless chasm of despair, and it had destroyed me. I was no longer content, no longer living in ecstasy, no longer living without worry. My confidence was forever shattered into pieces, lying on the remains of my self-belief. I spent my days counting each day as it passed without event, sick of crying, sick of me, and sick of this summer. I still carry on the walk down that dreary street. The wind is more brutal now. It blows a ripped newspaper in front of my face, before drifting it to rest on a bench. I pass trees bereft of seed and fruit, shredded of their joy. Just like me, summer is dying. Autumn is taking over. How can nature be so cruel and unforgiving? How can it give and take so easily, without thought or feeling, without ever noticing that its boundless power can have consequences. It had left me like a vacuum without my mind, without feeling, just as the last vibrance and action of summer was faltering. Summer has come to pass, my love has been spent, and it s gone so fast. I continue my walk. I don't know why. I hope at the end I ll reach a conclusion that will satisfy me from this whole episode. A man says something to me. I don't hear and carry on. He says it again. I ignore him and carry on. I don't care what people think. If I want to walk down the street without any clothes on, what's it to him? It's cold. I stride forward relentlessly. Crazy, they call me, mad. Maybe I am. But I was always told mad people were those who lost all threads of their life and let free their insanity. Not me. I keep that memory of sunshine and fulfilment from my summer of love, even as my autumn of heartbreak takes over. The indifferent people move like blurs. I don't care if they don't care. I'm safe in my own insecurity, as their faces glance up and down, shocked, perhaps even appalled. I shiver. But I'll never stop. When I die, my soul won't leave for heaven. It's still locked in her fist, suffocated and breathless. It can't escape her grasp. I stumble on something. Some kids laugh at me, chase me, and kick me. I ignore them. I don't even look round. I look up and as a trickle of water chills my head. Here comes the rain again. Oh, how I hate September. It drenches me in hidden pain. I ll never forget what I lost. Then the cold consumes me and I fall. A man stands over me, puts a cloak round me. He tells me it s far too cold to be walking around naked. I laugh. I tell him I'm going to fall asleep. He asks me when he should wake me. I tell him when September ends. Wake me when September ends. Thanks for reading, any comments welcome and appreciated (i.e. rip it apart if you want, I won't mind)

diamond_eyes

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Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:34 pm

diamond_eyes says... · Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:34 pm

i'm not too good at critiques...

when i read it, i felt what you where expressing and i really like how you compared nature with love..funny how they're kind of related somehow eh? overall i think its a great story..you really ''suck in'' the person who's reading it and i love the way it ends, its genius :wink:

it ''wraps'' the story up..u know what i mean?

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"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites

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