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My name is Brittany and I made this blog to let my friends see the short stories I write. Some of my short stories are true, not most. I make most up. I called this blog "Wilted Rose" because the rose symbolizes love and the wilt in the rose symbolizes heartbreak, which we all go through. I put that in some of my stories, and I've faced it before, and I know I'll face it again.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Pebble

(this is the second part of "Outside")


  Tap!
  I paused and took out one of my ear-buds. I could've sworn I had heard something coming from outside my window.     After a few seconds, I went back to listening to my music.
  Tap, tap!
  There it was again. I paused the music and got up to walk to the window. It wasn't like I was going to see anything,  with the pitch-blackness of the night. 
  I opened up the old window and heard crunching of dead leaves on the lawn. I still couldn't see, so I stepped away to get a flashlight.
  The next thing I knew, there was a pebble in the middle of the floor of my bedroom. I picked it up and walked towards the window again.
  I shined the flashlight down on the lawn, but saw no one. I was annoyed and tired from a hard day, so I just tossed the pebble down.
  "Ow!" Okay, now I knew there was someone out there.
  I shined the light down and saw my ex-boyfriend. He didn't see me, though. He was busy picking up the rock I had just thrown at him.
  I didn't want to talk to him. I walked back to my bed, not bothering to close the window.
  I guess I should have, because right after I had gotten comfortable, there was another rock that had fallen onto my floor. I got up to throw it at him, maybe to make him go away this time, but didn't because I was distracted.
  There was a small piece of folded paper taped onto the pebble.

2 comments:

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    Little Laura

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