Sean Seamon

The Book of Vines

Fate is cruel, it is a disaster to all who face it. It will never forget and it is not forgiving. The soul of my very being shivers at the thought, the cold breeze flowing past me doesn’t really help the mood of the situation either. In amidst of all this pondering, I stand upon a grave. A grave of horror and sadness, what remained of what was my childhood best friend. She was beautiful; a kind, strong-hearted girl who wouldn’t let anything stop her. All must come to end, some early and some not. This was her fate, her story... Her very being all into this one tale that ends in a cliche tragedy that would still shed a tear to anyone hearing her story.