This is the beginning of a short story I am writing. I wrote this beginning about a month ago, and upon reading it recently, disovered that it wasn't too bad. Since I haven't posted for a while, I thought I would share.
When I am done writing it, I am not going to try to publish it or anything, because I don't think I am experienced enough to try to give this effect (you'll see what I mean when you read it.) However, it is good practice for when I am older.
Well, here it is...
I am reluctant to believe what has just happened to me, but the cold, stark facts convince me of the awful truth. My senses, overwhelmed from absorbing that heart-breaking moment, are now numb with shock, paralyzed in horror. A wave of sadness washes over me, forcing tears down my cheeks. It is hard to imagine that, only a minute ago, I was experiencing the greatest joy of my life. Is it possible that happiness, which now seems many miles distant, was really that recent?
The former glory of this day feels so unfamiliar, yet I can still recall the dream-like events of earlier
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Keep in mind that I haven't edited this yet. I can definitely see some changes that could be made, especially in sentence length and structure.
-Hyacinth