Okay... Hi. My name Is Veronica (I go by Vivi-Chan) and I just started this Blog so that I could enter a writing contest. Why Not On my Other Blogs... Well... Uhh... I don't know. I think It's because my main one has drawing and such on it and my other one has stickers all over. So this is my Story one. :) So here's my entry for that Contest:
The Last Story
Death.... such a simple phase. One would just fall asleep and never wake back up. Maybe they would end up in a place that was quite wonderful, peaceful, where everyone was happy. Where there was no sickness and the troubles of everyday life would just slowly (ever so slowly) disappear.
Jo had never had such a long night as she had that night. After a long day at school with the 2nd to last paper over and done, she had to rush to the Hospital after receiving a note in a class saying that it may be the last time she saw her Grandfather. She had listened to her Grandfather so much as a child. All the stories about him being a cowboy and him finding her Grandmother. She could barely remember a time when she had not wanted to listen to his stories. And that motivated her to get to the Hospital, to hear one more story. All she cared about was to get to the Hospital.
Everything seemed to be a blur, in her head there were flashed of memories of the stories her grandfather shared with her. She imagined them being flushed down a dark drain where she could no longer see them. Her knees buckled as she thought that and shook the thought from her mind. She somehow managed to get to the hospital- the actual trip she had no recollection of.
Her thoughts had been interrupted by her phone, the ring-tone telling her it was her mother, as she answered she heard her mother's small panicky voice, she could tell it was not looking good. Jo got lost in the lobby the signs seemed to be pointing to all the wrong things. No one could tell her where her Grandfather was! If she didn't make it in time she would never live it down. More memories flashed before her eyes, this time with her Grandfather teaching her to talk like a cowboy. The words... All of it seemed misplaced. The fear rising in her throat as she feared she would never get to hear one more story from this man.
She stopped as she heard voices- high-pitched and full of sobs. A memory hit her: the time Grandfather had fallen over one of her horses and broken his leg. She had been so guilty and sworn she would pay him back for it when she got more money. If he left now... she would never be forgiven (though he had already forgiven her). Her wandering was over as she walked into the room. It was almost her birthday and Jo would turn 17. He promised he would watch her turn 17. A hand appeared. Her Auntie.
"Go see him" she said while looking at the door.
She walked in... Grandfather was there... He looked up and smiled. He said he wasn't going to make it out alive. They laughed. It was 6:10 when she asked for the story The last one. Grandfather passed on: 6.25am.
Oh here's the link to the contest: http://litstack.com/?p=4104
Oh here's the link to the contest: http://litstack.com/?p=4104
What a lovely story! very touching, and love that they laughed.
ReplyDelete@bookpersonally Thanks A lot :) I didn't think it was a good thing if they laughed but figured maybe... maybe that's what both the character's needed. :)
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