Guys rate my short story for english class, had to be 190-310 words...
The room seemed less spacious once she was bedridden. Of the few activites she
could participate in, reading was one she quite enjoyed, though her mind has been clouded by
the curse of age- bad cess to time no doubt. Very few of her books remained untouched, one
having become quite an antiquity in its years.
This book, most recessed on the shelf, was what she claimed to be ‘haunted’. She
claimed the very essence of the words would scream and wail in the depths of its cover,
nevertheless, it appeared in her lap and before she could consider, she was 10 pages deep,
already lost in the plot.
As she continued reading, the world seemed to stop, as the sounds of gunfire filled the
air. Women and children screaming, muffled rioting in the streets, and a young woman, in front
of her, speaking words with no meaning- an unvoiced cry- she tried to respond, but she
couldn’t understand, she looked around, for someone, anyone to help, but as she took a
moment to glance at herself, she was not a wise 84 year old woman suffering in her years, but a
small girl with dirty clothes and grotesque living conditions. A fire erupts from the streets as a
French soldier passes by.
All of this is new and terrifying, she should leave, but in the back of her mind she knows
she can’t. This is where she’s meant to be, here, with this woman who speaks in tongues and
voices she doesn’t recall. The sound of a plane passes overhead, followed by a heat, a ringing,
then silence.
“Penvah ‘Penny’ Datuou, pronounced dead at 14:24, age 84.” It was the doctors, the
ones who often adminisered her medicine, they took the book from her lap and closed it, the
title, “Journal de Penva.”
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