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Aidyn Levet
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Aidyn Levet

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Hey Logan. I haven't been on the forums in what feels like forever. I was sorry to hear about your dad's stroke. I hope he's recovering well.
Also, I'm glad my story wasn't disqualified for its metaphorical interpretation of the theme. I hope you found it interesting ;) .

15-Jun-2010 03:05:50

Aidyn Levet
Jul Member 2023

Aidyn Levet

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Due to my absence, I feel like I should post a story.
Here's one I wrote for a story competition on a writer's forum with the theme of "Heroic Death", meaning the main character had to know they were going to die.
The wind blows freely through my hair, and it feels refreshing. I flail my limbs, desperately trying to right myself so that I can enjoy the freefall. I manage to get back into a box position, and relax again. Might as well enjoy the descent. After all, it will be my last.
A Canadian goose flies past me as I approach terminal velocity. I hear it honk as I whoosh by it, no doubt startling it. I try my spare chute again, ripping on the cord as hard as I can. Nothing again.
I look down at the land below me. It’s rushing up to greet me, eagerly. It seems almost happy to see me again.
I’m above a green field now, with a river running through it. I’m glad I chose this location. It’s so lush with greenery and life, with none of the influence of man. I hear the chatter of my radio indistinctly, but I ignore it. It just detracts from the beauty of the earth before me, coming ever closer.
I close my eyes, and let my sensations take over. The feeling of the wind pressing up against me, trying desperately to slow me down, to keep me from the ground, but it can’t hold me back forever. It doesn’t have the strength. I will meet her soon, and then I will be dead.
But I have known this for some time now. As soon as the main chute did**t open, I knew I would be dead. Many things can go wrong with the spare. It’s not as reliable as the main chute, but it usually helps. I knew that it wouldn’t, though.
Then everything goes black, and I feel nothing. I have reached my destination. I am dead, and I feel nothing. I don’t even know if I can feel that I feel nothing. What an odd sensation.
-continued-

15-Jun-2010 03:10:54 - Last edited on 15-Jun-2010 03:12:32 by Aidyn Levet

Aidyn Levet
Jul Member 2023

Aidyn Levet

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My wife returns home, groceries in hand. She sets them down on the white linoleum table, and starts to put them into the fridge. Cantaloupes, oranges, tomatoes and grapes. Chicken, roast beef, ribs and pork. Milk, cheeses, crackers, bread and jams. Enough to get through another week. She closes the door silently, and then she spots the wrinkled yellow post-it on the door.


“I have a beautiful wife, but also recent ‘difficulties’. It is due to these recent hardships that I have decided to take Paul up on his offer. I have gone skydiving with him, and I don’t know if I’ll be back. I just wanted to let you and the kids know that I still love you very much, but I can’t do this anymore. Things are not as easy as they seemed at first.
With Deepest Regrets,
Charlie.”


It was this note that made the phone call not that surprising to her. When it came, she cried, but it was just the release of what she had been holding in since reading the note. She knew they were having money troubles, but hadn’t expected this from him.
It was a suicide note in disguise. He had made it seem like a skydiving accident. Very clever of him. He knew that she would not get the money from his life insurance policy if he had committed suicide, so he made it look accidental.

15-Jun-2010 03:11:49 - Last edited on 15-Jun-2010 03:13:00 by Aidyn Levet

LovelyMelons

LovelyMelons

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Logan, I would like to inquire when your next writing contest is. I've decided that I'd like to compete with other fellow writers and honestly see who is the most experienced. (I love competitive atmospheres, but not vulgar or flaming ones) Btw, I'm Pownhydra; I changed my name twice lol.

21-Jun-2010 22:11:25

G Shamshir

G Shamshir

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~As One Life Ends~
Save for the glow of a full moon the streets of Dresden were unusualy dark that night, as though the city itself could taste blood in the air and had somehow shrunk back out of fear. As I looked down the lonely sidewalk, I could see, by the sporatic glow of a flickering streetlight, three male figures dressed in long brown overcoats. I vaguely recognized the first two as my former coworkers and friends Johan and Strieber. "Why the hell did they have to take this assighnment.", I angrily said to myself, as my gaze shifted to the third man. He had a bent and half ruined cigaret in his mouth and was fumbling with his lighter like it was some kind of puzzle box, this and the fact that he was being acompanied by someone as experienced as Johan told me he was an amature. I saw Strieber look down at his watch and I did the same; 11:50, it read. I didn't have much time but neither did they. Johan, Strieber, and the amature began walking down the sidewalk, away from me and toward the train station two blocks away.
As my quivering right hand closed around the semi-automatic 9mm tucked inside my waistband, one thousand pictures raced through my head, images, memories, and ideas, all of them bombarding me, filling me with nauseous anxiety but then, through the jumbled mess of half formed thoughts, came one clear name, "Elizabeth." Then that was it, she was counting on me and I couldn't let her down, not like all the others, not again. "For Elizabeth", I whispered under my breath as my, now steady, hand pulled forward infront of my body, my left rising to meet it, and my feet spreading to shoulder length. I silently took aim at the three criminals and centered on Strieber, who was standing the farthest to the right with Johan and the amature to his left. My first round peirced the back of Strieber's head and just as Johan instinctively drew and faced me, my second round passed between his eyes. This left only the amature, who I shot in the right leg.

22-Jun-2010 01:42:05

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