As the bomb hit they were saying their last good-bye, she was fading to the back of the crowd. As he fell the pool of blood now becoming a small pond, his heart racing and thoughts swirling in his head “is this my last day?” was his question. And his answer was yes! The cries of the crowd growing louder as more and more fell to their death of the bombing! The noise grew but it only sounded like someone mumbling in his ear. As his heart was growing faster then any normal person would it stopped but he mumbled his last word slowly “Grace”.
THE END
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Girl, did you write this? It was GOOD! I'd love to see more!!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting boo... You could really develop this with a bit of work. :) I'd be excited to read more.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your story! I agree with your mom--lots of good development here for a longer piece. I "bookmarked" you on Delicious today :)
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