Short story for A Bright World
Prompt 1
:+"What a waste of beauty."
+ "Smiling softly, the woman began to pick the flowers."
+"It was bright in the apartment, the light reflecting of the whitewashed walls."
+"He picked up the expensive China, admiring the deep cracks."
My story will be a short story I have done my best and checked and revised it. ^^
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The morning came after a long night of arguing and fighting. It was bright in the apartment, the light reflecting off of the white washed walls, the same ones they painted together not so long ago. Angela was sitting on the bed crying her eyes onto a tear soaked pillow. Jordan was picking up the expensive china, admiring the deep cracks not caring for his distressed girl friend in the other room. ‘’why do you always cry!’’ he yells as he throws a plate at the wall making it shatter into a thousand pieces. Angels cringes and cries hard in fear trying to answer, but is unable to get the words out of her throat. ‘’ fine don’t answer me! I’m leaving and I’m coming back later tonight for my things, you better have everything ready for me.’’ he talks with a god-complex attitude and slams the door behind him. Angela lays on her bed crying more and more soaking the pillow in salty tears, she can taste it as she yells into the pillow cursing Jordan and her horrible life.
After an hour or so crying she finally got the strength to get up. The apartment in ruin from the fight from her and Jordan throwing things back and forth. She stares at the china on the floor that’s shattered, another tear falls. She picks up the pieces crying remembering that the china was a wedding gift from her late mother. Now with the divorce from a 4 year long marriage and a 7 year long relationship she was wondering how she would make it on her own. Angela cleaned the apartment like she was so used to doing when a knock was at the door. Scared it would be Jordan already coming for his things she looked the peep whole in the door and sighed a breath of relief. Opening the door for a woman her age with long blonde hair and wearing a casual outfit of a tank top and jeans, Angela looks at herself still in her long canary yellow night gown, her shoulder long dark brown hair frizzy, ruffled, and messed, and the makeup she put on for Jordan in streams down her cheek leading to deep blue eyes over her caramel colored skin. ‘’Girl you were fighting with him again weren’t you?’’ the woman says while giving Angela a once-over ‘’…..yea he left a while ago…I think he’s finally gonna leave me he said he’d come back later for his things… did you hear it all Sidney?’’ she replies in a hoarse voice. Sidney shrugs and talks in a sad tone ‘’ya I heard it all…girl you need to get out of here get over him you’re a beautiful girl there’s no need for you to live like this’’. ‘’Ya I know well except the beautiful part with the way I look right now I think the best guy I could get is a bear’’. They both chuckled a little bit, then a silence fell over the room. ‘’ hey lets get this place cleaned up, and you cleaned up then lets go hit the town!’’ Sidney got a happy look on her face until Angela turned around and began to pick things up. ‘’I just want to get this place cleaned…and I want to be alone…’’ Angela’s face looked down, Sidney’s was sad. ‘’well give me a call later kies?’’. ‘’ya ill do that…’’Angela couldn’t bring it up to tell Sidney that Jordan ripped the phone out of the wall. Sidney closed the door and Angela could hear her walk down the hall. She began to clean up the apartment.
She cuts fruit on a plate and walks into her now empty room, putting the plate with the knife still on it, on the night stand. She lays down on the bed and the memory of the fights all came flooding back to her. The most hurt full lines being the most vivid. ‘’you worthless whore your nothing to me anymore!’’ ,‘’look at you go clean yourself up, I cant believe you, what a waist of beauty’’. She cries more and falls asleep. Dreaming of a garden as a women was tending to the flowers smiling softly the woman picked flowers. She turned to Angela and said in a soft voice ‘’you have to do it, you have to do it’’.
The door flings open and a hale storm of slurs spew from Jordan’s mouth and awakens Angela. Shocked she jolted up as she remembered she did nothing to pack his things. Jordan walks in to the room, practically running, ‘’where the hell are my things! Why aren’t they packed!?’’. Angela felt the tears about to come, but, they never did. Instead she got courage. Standing up from the bed she walks to Jordan and speaks slowly and clearly ‘’if you want your stuff packed, pack it yourself’’ She looks at him with hate filled eyes now. Shocked Jordan’s eyes turn from a look to a glare. ‘’who the hell do you think your talking to?’’ his hand raises in to the air and is ran across Angela’s cheek. Falling to the ground holding her cheek her eyes widen as his hands come back for her. He grabs he shirt on throws her to against the night stand, the plate of fruit falls at her feet. Jordan looks at the knife then at Angela and begins to laugh. ‘’you wouldn’t have the guts. Well go ahead pick up the knife and stab me if you really want to’’. Angela picked up the knife and instead of tears coming to her eyes courage came to her body. Jordan’s eyes widened and he fell to the ground holding his heart.
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This is kind of a cliché story with a wife and husband but I thought it was nice for a story made in an hour. I hope you like the story. ^^ I used all the lines I needed to and my grammar should be good, yes it is all fiction as well. I hope the fact that it’s a cliché story line wont make you dislike I think its good. ^^
