Question by Shaz: Read my short story and tell me what you think!!?
The Sick and the Cursed
Oh how Death tortures the living! Never had I the health to leave my house. Pathetic! Incessantly plagued with these wretched infirmities, I am buried in gloom. I wallow within the walls of my new Wahiawa home in ardent meditation or in blatant delirium. My maladies forced beauty to forsake me. I’m a small girl whose skeleton is almost as visible as my sickly yellow skin, covered in bursting boils, whose eyes’ have not whites but reds surrounded by dark hollow crevices, few brownish black teeth between two thin white lips, almost no hair on my head and a perpetually hunched posture. Death does not have the decency to take me now. Blasted Death! It even taunts me with other lives it has spared. I look out my window, cursing my lovely peers who have charmed a dozen hearts. They will never know true isolation, true loneliness.
Why does Death deny me? Intense and abnormal meditation was Death’s answer for not taking me from misery.
“What a gift!” it will say. I strongly disagreed.
Such mental activity allowed me singular abilities that many say the devil possesses. Death allowed me metaphysical powers of the most morbid and unnatural. My parents have hidden me from the world since birth, fearful of the obvious evil I possess yet not willing to let me pass away and not willing to raise a demon.
“We must live as missionaries. Your sickness pains us but we must go. We’ve hired a caregiver.”
Tearfully, they waved good-bye and never returned.
My caretaker walked in with greatest of ease, elegant strides and unparalleled beauty. She had long dark lustrous hair, porcelain skin, twinkling bright eyes and a calm expression with the presence of youthful vigor. How sickening! This is fate’s joke. I’m trapped in illness while before me is the life I covet. Even unexplainable mental powers would not grant vigor and health to me. Yet I accepted her care, because I didn’t want to live alone.
“Come outside Rebecca. Enjoy the world with me. We’ll go to our town’s Garden.”
Skeptical about her intentions, I finally succumbed to her wishes and allowed her to take me to the garden. At last I have felt the outside air. With a startled and ardent gaze, I embraced the euphoria of the color green! Oh yes green! What a beautiful color. It is the color of paradise and my only happiness. Before I could complete my reverie, she pulled me back towards the house and said,
“Rest now Rebecca.”
Noo! My heart crunched and shot through my eyes. Frustration and anger consumed me. Incredibly perplexed by her decision to take me home, I still fronted a placid demeanor. Why now when I am beginning to understand jubilance? Why now when I have happiness? She betrayed me! A trance fell upon my mind, repeating the words forever green.
“Forever green. Forever green.”
I have always gazed at the flora outside my window yet never saw them without glass in the way. My how magnificent they were and she took them from me. My heart sank and my eyes welled up. She took away my only happiness. She took away my only love! Can she not see the melancholy on my face? She’s wretched, despicable and evil! Something must be done. On impulse my eyes full of malice looked out my window and the answer to her behavior was on my porch! A handsome tall young man, with a calm smile, and a gentleman’s demeanor held the hands of that wretched woman.
“Did you steal the deed to the house when I took the child to the garden?”
“Of course, my dear. Will the child…be gone soon?”
“It’s only a matter of time. What a nasty thing to look at! She’s such a pathetic creature and her days are numbered.”
“The house will become completely ours!”
“Something is different with this child.”
“Well dear, she’s been sick for some time with the weirdest illness.”
“No, there’s something strange with that child. She talks to Death and my insides turn when she puts herself in a trance.”
“Don’t think about that. I have the deed, remember? Cheer up!”
So that is why I was allowed outside? I gave such a loud maniacal laugh, all sounds on my porch ceased. I was a buffoon! Appalling distortions of the realities around me began to swirl around my mind’s chant of forever green. My caregiver’s terrible face began to overtake my spirit. She might do other terrible things. She’ll take my house. She’ll take my house and take my spirit! Yes, that’s it. She wants to destroy my spirit and the green as well! With delirium, I put my body and soul through the most intense and painful meditation.
“Green. Death. Green. Death.”
Oh poor girl! Who would expect a sickly child’s happiness from another person’s misery? My caregiver no longer met with the mysterious man and self-imposed exile in her room. Her porcelain skin became a forest green with scales of turquoise. Her nails turned into long brown claws. She laughed and cried about creatures of the forest. She contorted uncontrollably as she cackled and screamed. Her skin began to wrinkle and all her teeth fell
Best answer:
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You have a very creative way with words. Your a very talented writer.
I know people enjoy reading work like this, work with a large vocabulary that’s almost poetic but I struggle with it myself, I found myself having to read some lines twice to make it sink in. But, this is only a matter of taste and I’m sure many people would enjoy this.
please take that as a bit of constructive criticism.
You definitely created some interesting visuals from your words so well done, it was very good.
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awful.