WRITING 101: Endings

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I have to see her before the day ends.

I have to do it before the sun sets.

I am shaking inside as I slowly twisted the smooth metal door knob.

The smell of disinfectant welcomed me. My wrinkled skin quickly felt the cold and sterile atmosphere of the room.

I can hear nothing but the continuous ‘beep’ of the machine that I cannot really look at, yet.

I gaze around and took my time in perusing the benign prints painted with uplifting colors. No matter how many minutes I look at them, they remain ineffective.

I stared down at the almost-white and completely dustless floor.

My heart is racing. I don’t know if I am ready to take a few more step.

Inhale. Exhale. Deeply. Again.

As I went near, the smell changed. I know I am now near you because the sweet vanilla scent is now within my nose’s reach.

Oh, you smelled that way since I first saw you, 50 years ago.

I stopped at the edge of your bed.

Your mattress looks comfortable. But I know you still prefer to lay on the bed that we shared until that fateful day when your sick brain nerves snatched you from me.

I finally seat on the stainless stool beside you without looking up, yet.

Inhale. Exhale. Again.

I slowly raise by heavy head and finally see your face. You are not as young as before but your look will always be the loveliest in my eyes.

Age has never worn out your beauty, but those tubes somehow distracts me.

I stare at your face as my old hand search for yours.

I hold your always soft but now cold hand. I squeezed it with all my remaining strength wishing that your eyes will open when you feel my warmth.

I looked at you for a second, a minute, an hour. You never moved. You remained still.

I knew that the fiery red sun is now slowly sinking beneath the horizon as the orange and red streaks of light illuminate your lovely but emotionless face.

I kissed your hand and whispered ‘I love you’, for one last time.

I reached for the machine’s button.

The beeps stopped. The sun sets. My hope ends.

This is in response to Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 14 Assignment:

Day 14: Recreate a single day

You might sense by now that setting limits on your writing can be both liberating and productive. You’ve already experimented with word count and timed free-writes in previous assignments, so today let’s try something new: write a post that takes place during one single day.

Can you relate with my main character?

Have you felt the safe grief?

Please let me know.



45 thoughts on “WRITING 101: Endings”

    1. Yes, it was sad. I tried feeling the emotions of my character, too. 🙂 It was quite hard because I haven’t felt this kind of grief yet, but thank you for your words! 🙂

      I have read the Notebook and watched the movie too and yes, I can see your point! 😀 I now think that this piece is the effect of Sparks on me! 😀

      Thank you! 😀

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    1. Hi there! Thank you for reading my story. I read yours and yes we almost have the same idea but we have written in different angle. 😀 Yay!

      No, this isn’t based on experience. Actually, I have a dream/wish to write a novel about enduring love, and this story will be my ‘opening scene’. 😀

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    1. This is just so sweet. :’) Thank you so much, Carol! And as what I have said in my comment, your memories with your mother and your strong love for her made me cry. :’)

      Thank you. My heart’s about to burst now.


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