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Another short story I wrote on whim. Its written from a man's point of view just to let you know. It's more like random ravings than a string of complete thoughts. Its okay. I really need to stop doing this. [427 words]
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Cold Wonder Julissa Gayle Raven
A young mother cries over her lost child. I watch dispassionately, unmoved by her show of emotion Insensitive to her pain that she is undoubtedly feeling. Her rags sweep the ground as she throws herself in front of the whitewashed cross. I turn away and wonder silently why. I someone who had never had someone feel so deeply for me saw this show of emotion pathetic and useless to the betterment of themselves. I scorn the people who waste away when they don’t have others, and yet I am one of them. Even as I look back on my wasted childhood, and adolescence I wonder what would have been and never could have. I turn a corner down a dark alley as I reminisce and see two dirty ragamuffins huddling around a pitiful fire. My eyesight has deteriorated over the years, but if I squint I can see the years of hardships that had put a certain knowledge that no child should ever know. Yet I turn away. The alleys dark shadows and damp walkways are comforting. The scent of rotting garbage and the stink of small rodents that infest it assail my nose and bile rises. I force it back down. And this is life.
What a dreary life it is, yet it is mine and something I would fight for, though I neither enjoy it nor do I love it. I look up to see a cheap jezebel trying to entice several men. And what sort of life is this, living off of cheap thrills that grow old only to make enough money to get another shoddy dress, or drink herself drunk with inferior whiskey. As I walk by the group her rancid breath breathes on me as she whispers an invitation. I push her away I have no time for some strumpets meaning less advances. I walk back out on the streets and the lamps are lit. A cold frost bites at my nose and ears. I see a man being robbed and I feel nothing. And I wonder is this life? Shouldn’t there be something more? Something beautiful to change it? But then again I am depending on another again, and I despise myself. A small dog whimpers at my feet. I bend down and pick up the ragged creature. I stroke its flea infested coat, before dropping it next to a pub. It is someone else’s problem. And I wonder is this life? So cruel and harsh and unforgiving. And yet I neither adore it nor hate it, but I live it.
READER'S REVIEWS (7) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"I'm just over the moon with the use of the word 'strumpet'. Most enjoyable. Oh, constructive you say? Well, I got some quite vivid, seedy images from the piece and it seemed rather angry which is always nice. Lots of pent up aggression. It certainly is a ramble, but then rambles are never really constructive or progressive. Good for what it is though. A ramble I mean. Now where was I? Oh yes..." -- Rowan Davies.
"Sorry, erm, I just looked at the piece again. Is the 'Wonder' in the title intentional or is it a typo? Not that it really matters. I was just quite interested, that's all. Could add a whole new dimension to the piece though..." -- Rowan Davies.
"Thanks a bunch for the review...just to let you know your the first to really review my work. What dimension are you talking about though? " -- Julissa Gayle Raven, 13yrsofage, The Author.
"Well, in my opinion, 'Cold Wonder' would be the way in which the man viewed everything in the passage, with that kind of icy view, and although he seems to despise most things in sight, the title may put forward the idea that deep down below this the man may have a genuine interest and joy in seeing these types of thing, be it a sick or insane kind of wonder. The act of him picking up and stroking the dog is a prime example of this because you don't do that to something you despise. 'Cold Wander', of course, would just mean a rather chilly walk :). Ah well, what's in a name anyway?" -- Rowan Davies.
"It is NOT a typo, and it is "Cold Wonder". So thank you, for your insight. I was aware of the fact that I did make him like it a bit although he was a little off in his ramble...yes...i can't really express myself with words the way I want to, but maybe when I can I will try again." -- Julissa Gayle Raven.
"Good title, great description, I like this. " -- Sooz, Dalton-in-furness, England, Cumbria.
"I loved it. The feeling i got is of a lost person, who's not found the savior. Was that your intention?" -- staci warren.
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