Ik heb een stukje geschreven en ik wil jullie mening zodat ik eventueel iets kan verbeteren. Het is wel in 't Engels :3
Het gaat over een meisje wiens vriend in het leger zit en daarvoor weg moet. Het meisje is al eerder depressief geweest en haar vriend hielp haar daar doorheen te komen...
He kisses her lips, looks into her eyes and says ‘I won’t be gone for long.’ As she wipes the tears of her cheek she gives a poor smile and nods. He kisses her one last time. ‘Bye…’ he says softly with tears in his eyes. He packs up his bag and opens the door. He looks back one more time before he leaves. He’s gone, she thinks. He’s really gone. The worst part is that she doesn’t know when or if he’s ever coming back. Tears roll down her face. ‘No, no, don’t think that way.’ She says to herself. ‘He’ll come back, for me.’ She says softly, barely able to speak. Her legs have given up. She falls to the floor with her hands covering her face. This is it. This is the final push. She had tried to push away all of her sadness and all of her misery, but right now, everything she has ever pushed away comes crashing down.



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Om mee te kunnen praten op het forum dien je ingelogd te zijn.Nog geen account? 


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Ik schrijf meestal poëzie, dus en 'verhaal' is al best anders.