Not Anymore

Aharon · 17/09/2007

Here is my first share.....

It is a short story which I wrote.....

Not Anymore

I was twenty-year when I met her. I knew from the tick my eyes eyed hers that I will love her. I loved her. She is not here, nor anywhere, she is dead. ''Can you hear me?'' I always ask her, silence was always the answer. Did she painfully loved me? I don't know. How does she die? Simply she committed suicide! The day she passed out I never forgot. She died, can you imagine this fact? I couldn't. Life, she liked it, God she worshiped him. Me, she kissed and yet she left life behind and sought death, why? I still ask myself this three-lettered-word W H Y though nothing I find in the end. She was twenty-year too when she smiled to me. I have never said, ''I love you.'' She never asked me to. She never said it, I didn't asked her to say it. ''Why?'' You are asking. Because we never felt that there wasn't love, everything refered that the love was overwhelming us, tick by tick. Then where are you? I was totally alone, alone. Not only life, but in death, painfully I loved her, bloody love. Bloody shower, that was her last scene. I saw her inside her bathtub, motionless, eyes open, silence, red blood, fresh feelings, and death. I screamed horribly then became mute, and deaf. At that moment of disabled senses, no sound, out or in, I could hear her said, ''We are together once again.'' I was stunned, then span, she was behind me, I wiped my eyes to clear my sight, she was not behind me, she became closer, until she got inside me. I still remember that moment how I felt her soul integrated with mine, union of two souls. Unbelievable! Her blood-stained corpse still motionless in its exact place, eyes open and nothing but silence, after that I could hear my outcries. Never-ending streams of tears, a horrible sight. Can your mind bear it? Maybe if I lost my control at that present I would murder myself, but how could I do it while being dead! She killed me before killing herself by the same smile she pleased me by, five years ago. She sometimes says hi. She never knew that she is still my first and last. I told her that I forgot her. Did she really believe me when I said that? How can I forget a person who I love? She never loved me!

Aharon · 17/09/2007

ليش الكتابة عم تطلع من اليمين لليسار
كيف فيني اعملها بل انكليزي

Syrian__Angel · 17/09/2007

اقتباس:

ليش الكتابة عم تطلع من اليمين لليسار
كيف فيني اعملها بل انكليزي

اكبس على اقتباس .. وبس تفتحلك الصفحة ( فيك تمحي اللي اقتبستو مشان تنزل ردّك لحال )
المهم ، بالسطر التاني ، عد سادس وحدة من اليمين هيي للكتابة " من اليسار " .. ابقى مشان تاني مرة

بالنسبة للموضوع ، حلــوة كتابتك ، بس شوي مخربط بتصريف الافعال .. ساعة بتحطّون بالماضي وساعة بالحاضر .. كان المفروض كللون بالماضي ..

و سؤال .. هلأ هي متل " خاطرة " ولا قصة ؟ لانو حسيت كتير فيها - رايم - وكلمات موزونة .. ما ؟
ما عندي فكرة عن اسلوب كتابة أي واحد فيهون .. بس انو .. مجرّد رأي

وبكل الاحوال ، كتير عجبتني .. تحياتي لقلمك

x52 · 17/09/2007

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Aharon · 17/09/2007

اقتباس:

كاتب النص الأصلي : Aharon

Here is my first share.....

It is a short story which I wrote.....

Not Anymore

I was twenty-year when I met her. I knew from the tick my eyes eyed hers that I will love her. I loved her. She is not here, nor anywhere, she is dead. ''Can you hear me?'' I always ask her, silence was always the answer. Did she painfully loved me? I don't know. How does she die? Simply she committed suicide! The day she passed out I never forgot. She died, can you imagine this fact? I couldn't. Life, she liked it, God she worshiped him. Me, she kissed and yet she left life behind and sought death, why? I still ask myself this three-lettered-word W H Y though nothing I find in the end. She was twenty-year too when she smiled to me. I have never said, ''I love you.'' She never asked me to. She never said it, I didn't asked her to say it. ''Why?'' You are asking. Because we never felt that there wasn't love, everything refered that the love was overwhelming us, tick by tick. Then where are you? I was totally alone, alone. Not only life, but in death, painfully I loved her, bloody love. Bloody shower, that was her last scene. I saw her inside her bathtub, motionless, eyes open, silence, red blood, fresh feelings, and death. I screamed horribly then became mute, and deaf. At that moment of disabled senses, no sound, out or in, I could hear her said, ''We are together once again.'' I was stunned, then span, she was behind me, I wiped my eyes to clear my sight, she was not behind me, she became closer, until she got inside me. I still remember that moment how I felt her soul integrated with mine, union of two souls. Unbelievable! Her blood-stained corpse still motionless in its exact place, eyes open and nothing but silence, after that I could hear my outcries. Never-ending streams of tears, a horrible sight. Can your mind bear it? Maybe if I lost my control at that present I would murder myself, but how could I do it while being dead! She killed me before killing herself by the same smile she pleased me by, five years ago. She sometimes says hi. She never knew that she is still my first and last. I told her that I forgot her. Did she really believe me when I said that? How can I forget a person who I love? She never loved me!

I was twenty-year when I met her. I knew from the tick my eyes eyed hers that I will love her. I loved her. She is not here, nor anywhere, she is dead. ''Can you hear me?'' I always ask her, silence was always the answer. Did she painfully loved me? I don't know. How does she die? Simply she committed suicide! The day she passed out I never forgot. She died, can you imagine this fact? I couldn't. Life, she liked it, God she worshiped him. Me, she kissed and yet she left life behind and sought death, why? I still ask myself this three-lettered-word W H Y though nothing I find in the end. She was twenty-year too when she smiled to me. I have never said, ''I love you.'' She never asked me to. She never said it, I didn't asked her to say it. ''Why?'' You are asking. Because we never felt that there wasn't love, everything refered that the love was overwhelming us, tick by tick. Then where are you? I was totally alone, alone. Not only life, but in death, painfully I loved her, bloody love. Bloody shower, that was her last scene. I saw her inside her bathtub, motionless, eyes open, silence, red blood, fresh feelings, and death. I screamed horribly then became mute, and deaf. At that moment of disabled senses, no sound, out or in, I could hear her said, ''We are together once again.'' I was stunned, then span, she was behind me, I wiped my eyes to clear my sight, she was not behind me, she became closer, until she got inside me. I still remember that moment how I felt her soul integrated with mine, union of two souls. Unbelievable! Her blood-stained corpse still motionless in its exact place, eyes open and nothing but silence, after that I could hear my outcries. Never-ending streams of tears, a horrible sight. Can your mind bear it? Maybe if I lost my control at that present I would murder myself, but how could I do it while being dead! She killed me before killing herself by the same smile she pleased me by, five years ago. She sometimes says hi. She never knew that she is still my first and last. I told her that I forgot her. Did she really believe me when I said that? How can I forget a person who I love? She never loved me!

jouliana · 30/09/2007

thankx nice story