Shay Rivers
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I am a freelance creative writer. I am working on getting back into writing short stories that are mostly fiction, but also involves some of my own personal life experiences that may draw readers in as well. I hope you enjoy my work!
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An Extraordinary Being
She wasn’t a normal person. She was different. Her hair was medium length, soft and wavy, falling in such a way to frame her face. She had eyes that shone as bright as gems, a green Moissanite shade. Her voice was gentle and quiet, with a raspiness that made her singing voice naturally lower than most women (an Alto). She had a slight lisp and stuttering problem, so she struggled to articulate herself verbally.
By Shay Rivers10 months ago in Writers
End Of The Road
*This is it* she thought, as she packed her bags with tears in her eyes. She didn't want to leave, but she believed that she needed to. He had already done so much damage and treated her so terribly, that she could no longer believe anything he said. She knew he was never going to change; he was no longer the same man she had fallen in love with. She still loved him-she always will-but she was ready to move on and find herself, to find happiness. She was tired of fighting; she had no more fire left in her after so many years with him. But that didn't stop her from finally finding the courage to leave. She had family nearby to help her through this. She was not the only one that was heartbroken; he still loved her deeply, but he was oblivious to her emotional needs, and she wasn't going to force him to do anything he didn't want to do. He made so many empty promises to her, that she eventually had enough and was ready to end their relationship. She gathered her things together and slowly started putting them into the trunk of her small car; the one thing he had tried so hard to prevent was finally happening. She was leaving him. And nothing he could say would stop her this time. He watched as she finished and closed the trunk, looking back at him one last time before she got into her car and drove away, sobbing. It was really over this time. There was no going back, no fixing things, nothing he could do to convince her to work things out. He sat on the front doorsteps and put his head in his hands, quietly crying as she pulled out of the driveway and out of view. Forever.
By Shay Rivers3 years ago in Fiction
