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- Posted: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 07:46:46 +0000
Can anyone critique my story? I just want to know how others see it. biggrin I'd be glad to recieve any constructive criticism. smile
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It was during a particularly cold day on a September afternoon when I met Jude. He was sitting on the old battered bench beside me, his golden hair messy and tousled everywhere. There was no sound except the falling of the leaves and the running wind. His big, bright brown eyes looked happy as he smiled at the cup as coffee he was holding. The smell of autumn air mixed with its aroma.
"Do you like coffee?" the fifteen year old boy asked me, and that's when I noticed him. I started at the stranger before me.
"A-are you...asking me?" I asked him. He wasn't looking at me so I could never have been sure.
"I know you rather want to drink hot chocolate." he replied, not answering my initial question. He then looked at me or rather the empty space between us.
"Well - I do like coffee." she answered him. His face then started to crumple and he began to cry.
"I'm sorry - I'm sorry I couldn't find any! It's already late and there was only this coffee shop. And I bought coffee instead of chocolate I'm sorry." he sobbed.
Completely confused but wanting to help this boy I tried to comfort him. "It's alright...don't worry, I'll still drink the coffee."
"No you can't drink this! Don't drink!" he shouted as he stood up and threw the cup on the floor and began stomping and kicking it. He continued shouting for almost a full minute and I was beginning to feel scared. I picked up my phone to dial the police station but a voice stopped me from doing it. A car stopped a few meters away from them.
"Jude! Stop it!" the woman shouted. She had the same golden blond hair as the boy. Jude went ballistic.
"Don't drink it! Don't drink it!" he continued shouting. The woman went to Jude and brought him down with all her strength, pinning his arms with her knees. She too was crying.
"Jude stop it! She's not here anymore! She's not coming back!" Jude kept on shouting and crying.
"She's dead Jude!" the woman screamed louder so Jude could hear her. Too confused to speak I just sat there frozen. Jude stopped moving and started crying.
"It's not you're fault Jude." she continued softly. "You didn't know about it. You didn't do it. Don't blame yourself." Jude continued to cry.
"I- I didn't know..." Jude repeated as he calmed down and cried. The woman stood up.
"Let's go home now." Jude stood up with her. The woman hugged him. "Stop coming back here." She told Jude.
Right then and there things became clear to me and every time I smell coffee I remember Jude. I remember how he gave a cup of paint which he thought was coffee to Rose. Accidentally killing his friend and my sister.
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A cup of paint
It was during a particularly cold day on a September afternoon when I met Jude. He was sitting on the old battered bench beside me, his golden hair messy and tousled everywhere. There was no sound except the falling of the leaves and the running wind. His big, bright brown eyes looked happy as he smiled at the cup as coffee he was holding. The smell of autumn air mixed with its aroma.
"Do you like coffee?" the fifteen year old boy asked me, and that's when I noticed him. I started at the stranger before me.
"A-are you...asking me?" I asked him. He wasn't looking at me so I could never have been sure.
"I know you rather want to drink hot chocolate." he replied, not answering my initial question. He then looked at me or rather the empty space between us.
"Well - I do like coffee." she answered him. His face then started to crumple and he began to cry.
"I'm sorry - I'm sorry I couldn't find any! It's already late and there was only this coffee shop. And I bought coffee instead of chocolate I'm sorry." he sobbed.
Completely confused but wanting to help this boy I tried to comfort him. "It's alright...don't worry, I'll still drink the coffee."
"No you can't drink this! Don't drink!" he shouted as he stood up and threw the cup on the floor and began stomping and kicking it. He continued shouting for almost a full minute and I was beginning to feel scared. I picked up my phone to dial the police station but a voice stopped me from doing it. A car stopped a few meters away from them.
"Jude! Stop it!" the woman shouted. She had the same golden blond hair as the boy. Jude went ballistic.
"Don't drink it! Don't drink it!" he continued shouting. The woman went to Jude and brought him down with all her strength, pinning his arms with her knees. She too was crying.
"Jude stop it! She's not here anymore! She's not coming back!" Jude kept on shouting and crying.
"She's dead Jude!" the woman screamed louder so Jude could hear her. Too confused to speak I just sat there frozen. Jude stopped moving and started crying.
"It's not you're fault Jude." she continued softly. "You didn't know about it. You didn't do it. Don't blame yourself." Jude continued to cry.
"I- I didn't know..." Jude repeated as he calmed down and cried. The woman stood up.
"Let's go home now." Jude stood up with her. The woman hugged him. "Stop coming back here." She told Jude.
Right then and there things became clear to me and every time I smell coffee I remember Jude. I remember how he gave a cup of paint which he thought was coffee to Rose. Accidentally killing his friend and my sister.