Samantha Long
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I have a passion for the arts in all forms, however, writing is by far my favourite, because I think that the meaning comes from the narrative or message conveyed by any piece of artwork in any shape or form
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Closure
I woke up to a small beam of light shining through the curtains and onto my bed. I rolled over to avoid the light, only to open my eyes as I was awake. I stared at the high, blank, empty white ceiling and I began to feel uneasy. For once, I didn't hear the sound of Hamish cooking in the kitchen. I couldn't smell eggs being perfectly fried on the stove. Hamish would always cook eggs in the breakfast and leave at approximately nine in the morning, leaving me a perfect breakfast each time I woke up. He wasn't a lover, he was a friend. A best friend.
By Samantha Long4 years ago in Journal
The Disappearance
The Disappearance It never occurred to me that I would ever get along with my older brother Harry. He would cause non-stop chaos, ruining many things for me, including some of my relationships. He would always cause trouble and I would get the blame almost every time. Our family lived in a small town in South Australia and owned the most beautiful winery. Our family was believed to be perfect, with a mother, father and two ‘beautiful’ sons. That reputation was ruined when Harry hit his teen years, starting physical fights at school, and even getting expelled. These days, he works under the supervision of my father. Only during work does Harry behave himself. Things became difficult for me in school, as my older brother gave me a reputation. After his expulsion, everyone began to watch my every move, as if I were a clone of my older brother. When things got hard for me at school, I desperately needed Harry’s guidance as mother and father were always too busy for me. Every time I tried to approach Harry, he’d say I was ‘selfish’ and ‘never listened to him.’ The truth was, I listened to his passive aggressive rants daily and never got a break. Many times, I wished for him to disappear, but alas, we must be careful what we wish for.
By Samantha Long4 years ago in Fiction
