(9) Until the Day I Die

••••••••••
This is a except/description by jacqueline_hudson
••••••••••

That's me. Do you see the shadow by the window? That right there, yes, that's me. This photograph was taken a while ago. I remember, it was late June. Oh look, it's developing more. You can see the birds outside and that's the maple tree that hung outside my attic window. The sky was clear that day, and you could just see clouds off on the horizon, shifting in the early summer breeze. It was warm too, I remember. I was cold, but the air around me was humid. Oh, I remember now, yes. I was so cold. So so cold. See off to the right? It's finishing. It's nearly fully developed.

Oh there you see. My toes aren't touching the ground. I was so cold, just hovering there. Although I suppose I wasn't hovering. Yes, yes that's a rope. It's knotted right around my neck. Oh, it felt so good to just let it all go. I wasn't cold anymore. There's the stool I kicked away, down in the corner. As soon as it was no longer under my feet I was so warm. I was warm for a moment, just watching the birds fly by. And then it was nothing. Just a numb buzz.

Oh, did I forget to tell you? This photograph was taken the day after I died.







••••••••••

What do you guys think of the description and covers?

I like the boldness of the word DIE. (Yeah, I'm a pretty dark person ;)

Send me covers!

Does this sound like it would make an interesting book? If it were a real book, would you read it?

This idea came from my friend, jacqueline_hudson
Go check out her account!

Do you have any other ideas?

VOTE-COMMENT-SHARE

-Peyton-

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top