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Reading kaizley's journal

This on is a little.. morbid. I seem to be a very morbid person. I wrote this one for a friend's english project... took me about 30mins... a work of art really. It touches on a few sensitive topics.. so be aware before you dive into the unknown.

She looked out at the vast sea in front of her, as she stood too close to the edge of the cliff. She didn’t seem to notice that she was only centimeters away from her death. She watched the beautiful images in front of her. The still water, the cheerful birds singing, the line of land hiding behind a light fog, the sky that reflected orange and pink from the setting sun. No matter how much she looked, how much she tried to forget, she couldn’t.

Memories of what had happened just a few hours ago were flashing through her mind like a silent movie. Repeatedly she watched as the stranger killed her mother. Savagely beating her until there was no more left to beat. She saw her mother lying limply on the ground. Her mother had looked so small and frail and useless. She also saw her alcoholic father lying on the couch, not doing anything to stop the stranger from what he was doing to her mother. Not knowing what would become of her, now that her mother had gone and her father was too dependant on what she and her mother had provided for him, she had left. She could not live with him anymore, now that there was nobody else to support her family. She couldn’t live with him, so she couldn’t live anywhere.

Tears came to her eyes as she looked sorrowfully over the edge. As the sun set launching the sky into darkness, she wondered what she was doing there. Why was she standing on the edge, about to disturb this beautiful image in front of her? The memories continued to play in her mind. These images made her angry. She was angry that her mother had left the world so brutally, and that her father had done nothing to stop it, she was angry at her father and most of all, she was angry at herself for what she was about to do, or at least thinking of doing. This anger soon turned to fear. She feared the edge, the calmness, and the pain.

Slowly, and cautiously she slid closer to the edge. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. For one last moment she stood there and embraced the beauty that surrounded her before she made her final move. That moment seemed to last forever. Finally, it was time. With another deep breath she took her final move.

Not a scream was heard. There was an unbelievably uncomfortable silence as her life came to an end. Nobody heard it; nobody knew she had left the life that she couldn’t handle. She was finally free.

Sorry about that one guys... a little intense ay?

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."

Slowly, and cautiously she slid closer to the edge. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. For one last moment she stood there and embraced the beauty that surrounded her before she made her final move. That moment seemed to last forever. Finally, it was time. With another deep breath she took her final move.

Not a scream was heard. There was an unbelievably uncomfortable silence as her life came to an end. Nobody heard it; nobody knew she had left the life that she couldn’t handle. She was finally free.

Kaizley... These two short paragraphs represent a hallmark in the posts you've made to NAO. This is simply wonderful. The imagery is superb and I cannot help but notice how wonderfully these paragraphs are written. Awesome work!!!

After reading this one through several time i have decided to retain my membership at www.fansofkaizley.com. Very good writing, i was gripped again! Its your ability to describe that which most wouldnt see need to describe that forms a picture and makes this so readable.

Thank you for sharing that with us and i hope to read more in the near future.