Summer Story

[Bandana]

Re: Summer Story

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: R00TS</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70384-praying.gif[/img]beggin ya dont kill im Nunya!!
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I second that beg [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70384-praying.gif[/img]


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[swedishrasta]

Re: Summer Story

((((nunya))))
YOU are a master...are you sure you are not published?

I keep on hoping there's more and that you don't say...ok..story finished. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70384-praying.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

Re: Summer Story

Unfortunately there has to be more for the pieces to tie together, but lord, it's tiring... [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70394-bawlout.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

Re: Summer Story

Pablo was buried on what should’ve been his wedding day. Myrtle had not shed a tear. She felt hard and dry and at 21, so very old. She felt as though all softness, all her capacity for love had died with Pablo and as they threw the first shovel-fulls of earth onto his casket, she was sure that her love was being buried with him.

But she was left with rage. Anger and bitterness so strong it kept her up nights and robbed her of her appetite. Mama had offered comfort, but Mama did not really understand. Noone did. Except Sarah. For Sarah knew what had happened and Sarah knew where the fault lay. She’d drawn in, ever since that day. Her normal ebullience and rebelliousness had given way to an introvert, someone who now never knew what to say and who seemed continuously stricken by the thought of saying or doing the wrong thing.

Sarah had tried to reach out to Myrtle, to explain, to beg forgiveness, to express her sorrow. But Myrtle had once turned her eyes to her younger sister, and they’d brooked no pass. Mama had looked on at the distance between her daughters and had been perplexed. The rift that had existed between them had grown into something too big and too dangerous. Mama had tried to talk to Myrtle about it, had asked Mary to investigate, but her questions had gone unanswered. For without a word being said between them, Sarah and Myrtle had promised to never reveal the infidelity that had lead to Pablo’s death.

His death, by virtue of the unfortunate accident, had reminded Mama how short life could be. So she cancelled Sarah’s enrollment in the school abroad. She wanted her girls about her. She was sure that if she watched over them, they would be just fine.

What was to become of the house that she’d had built for Myrtle? The accident had happened at the house and Mama could understand Myrtle’s antipathy towards the lot. But to never set food inside it again? Myrtle would not and Mama could not make her. So she’d given the house to Mary and her husband and they could never get Myrtle to come by for a visit. Sarah would come by though, oftentimes when neither her sister nor her brother-in-law was about. She would go inside and sit against the wall, her legs pulled up to her chest, her thoughts full and burning. At other times, she’d stand outside, staring at the spot where Pablo had died reaching for Myrtle. All the hate and rage and disdain that she used to direct to the outside world, was now turned inward. She hated herself and the life that grew within her.

Sarah began investigating ways in which she could take her life. Though she wanted to cut her own throat, stab herself, or slit her wrists, the thought of the anguish it would cause her mother, stopped her. She wanted to die, but she wanted it to be serene and silent. Her mother had endured enough talk, and so she would visit no more gossip and pity on her. But the days were becoming intolerable. She was tired of Mary’s quiet goodness and she was tired of her mother’s mothering. But most of all, she was tired of seeing in the straightness of Myrtle’s back, the set of her jawline and the coldness of her eyes, the truthful acussations that blazed there. Sarah was no martyr. She did not want to walk around with this cross on her shoulders and she did not want to die for it either. She just did not want to live anymore.

Her appetite fled, her desire to care for herself went with it. And soon she was ill enough for her mother to call the doctor. And thus it was revealed that Sarah was pregnant.

[Bandana]

Re: Summer Story

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Pablo was buried on what should’ve been his wedding day. </div></div>

Mi get this far and cyaan read no more [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cry.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/shocked.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cry.gif[/img]


I guess the begging noh matter eh? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img]

[BlessedLadyOfZion]

Re: Summer Story

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[Bandana]

Re: Summer Story

Lord [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img]

Poor Myrtle [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img]

[Nunya]

Re: Summer Story

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Bandanna</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Nunya</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Pablo was buried on what should’ve been his wedding day. </div></div>

Mi get this far and cyaan read no more [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cry.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/shocked.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/cry.gif[/img]


I guess the begging noh matter eh? [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img] </div></div>

Sorry [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img] But mi write dis laas night an mi honestly could not dredge up the energy to change it... it jus too frikkin hot [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70394-bawlout.gif[/img]

[Bandana]

Re: Summer Story

Really it's ok...

makes her bitterness all the more real [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]



[img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/notworthy.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/blushing2.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/notworthy.gif[/img]

[R00TS]

Re: Summer Story

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Bandanna</div><div class="ubbcode-body">Really it's ok...

makes her bitterness all the more real [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img]
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^5

[Kimberley24]

Re: Summer Story

Yeah now we see why she's so bitter but that is still no reason to hate Sarah or treat her bad so.

[BlessedLadyOfZion]

Re: Summer Story

huh? hate sarah? or yuh mean petal/michelle?

[Kimberley24]

Re: Summer Story

Michelle the one visiting from abroad.

[MsExced]

Re: Summer Story

Poor Myrtle now I'm understanding her bitterness, and with Michelle been pregnant now it must be bringing back bitter memories. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/frown.gif[/img]

[BlessedLadyOfZion]

Re: Summer Story

poor murkle mi baxide..

only dutty wickid badminded eediat ppl hole grudge an tek tings out pon pikney sayka feelings dem have up fi dem parents.

Fyah fi Murkle. Shi shoodan go prison fi kill de man