I am a high school student who loves to read and write. I tend to prefer fiction and fantasy, but I have a lot to say on almost every subject.
I have a tendency to go on tangents when I write, so please let me know if I stray too far away from the original question. I would also like help with syntax and sentence structure. Thank you!
Written By: Lauren Shamburger
May 6, 2014
The world was cold and dark. It was raining, as it often did in this dreary October weather. I walked down the street I once lived on and shuddered at the frigid touch of the raindrops drenching my skin, wishing I had an umbrella.
After some time, I looked up and realized that I had slowly drifted closer to an old neighbor's window. I looked in longingly, admiring the happy scene inside. Two young children sat on their parents' laps, the entire group laughing heartily. I recognized this scene. It had been the joy of my life many times before. A nostalgic smile tugged at the edges of my lips until I forced it down, shaking my head and moving away. That was not my life anymore. Others happiness should not be my own.
Some time later, I found myself in front of another window.
A small bedroom, painted with pastel colors long since dulled by the stain of time. Toys littering the floor and a crib in the corner, it was obvious this room had once belonged to a child. However, the longer I looked, I still could not ascertain as to why the room looked so hastily abandoned and left to rot for so long. I could imagine no happy cause.
Again, I looked away. I was not my place to dwell on the lives of others. But then, what else could I do? I had no life of my own to consider. It wasted away long ago, in a bed I once slept many long nights on. I am merely a shadow of a presence that was never truly there. A ghost of an intelligent being. I have nothing left to exist for but the lives of others.
The world is cold and dark, and I am all alone.