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Dear Diary,


It has been three years, eight months, six days, nine hours and I suppose perhaps fifteen minutes since I last saw Sasha. I still remember that day so clearly, like it was yesterday.



It was the first day of spring. Sasha had promised to take me out on a picnic at Highdelbird Park, so we both went there together with woven baskets in our hand containing out lunches of sandwiches, bread rolls, cookies and home made heart shaped chocolates we had prepared earlier that we could eat whilst enjoying the beauty of the botanical gardens.


During our meal beneath the old giant oak tree that was decorated with beautiful yellow ribbons tied around its trunk, Sasha told me he had heard the sound of an ice-cream truck nearby and asked me if I would like some ice-cream.



Of course I agreed! Who could say no to ice-cream?



Sasha smiled at me, nodding as if making up his mind for the first time and told me he would be back with some ice-cream in a few minutes.


I watched him cross the busy street to get to the other side, then sprint around the corner of the local fruit shop to chase after the ice-cream truck we had both seen.

I waited for at least 20 minutes thinking that suppose there was a big line with children and parents to get ice-cream, which is why Sasha was taking so long, but then an hour passed by, and there was still no word of Sasha.


I tried dialing Sasha’s mobile phone however when I did a female recorded voice repeated to me that the number I was dialing was not listed. How could that be though? I had rung Sasha earlier that day before we left to the park for our picnic. It wasn’t making any sense.



I waited for two hours for Sasha to return, trying countless times to contact him by dialing his number with my mobile phone, but over again the female recorded voice repeated in my head. I didn’t even need to hear the whole message. I knew what she was going to say.


I did think about moving from my spot to search for Sasha however I felt that if Sasha was having some trouble, he would know where to find me, at least I’d hope so. I remember waiting for half an hour more after that in hopes that he would come, but he never did, so I went home alone.



I told my uncle about the incident and he was furious. However furious my uncle Albert was, still I was worried. I wanted to file a missing persons report; however both my Auntie Marie and Uncle Albert dismissed the idea of it and told me that I was a fool.


I really wanted to cry. I had so many mixed emotions inside of me I was confused what exactly I was supposed to feel. I was angry, confused, hurt, upset and worried about Sasha. Where did he go? Why did he leave me? To this day I still do not know.




I am tired. I think I will end this entry now in hopes that things are brighter for me tomorrow. A reason I wrote this was to help me get weight off my shoulders of these old troubles that are worrying me.


Perhaps I have moved on in a way. It has after all been three years since the incident with Sasha happened. Although my aunt and uncle both believe that what happened to Sasha was intentional, I can’t help but think that some spiritual part had a play in the incident.



To this day, every time I sleep I still can hear the sound of the ice-cream truck’s melody so clearly as if it was playing right outside my bedroom window.



I won’t lie and say that I am not afraid, because I am. I fear wholeheartedly that whatever spirited my dear Sasha away might someday take me.




Maybe I am but just a fool…



Elva.
Full title: "For My Dear: The Wilting Flower - Part One"


I am experimenting. Not exactly sure where I am going with this but I hope that I will keep you guys at the edge of your seats with this one. "For My Dear" will be the main title for my series of journals telling stories from different perspectives of individual characters that I have & will create.

Does this go in fantasy, horror, science-fiction, or mystery? I think it's a little bit of everything to be honest, but since this is the first stage of the story, it is hard to tell.

"The Wilting Flower" is the actual title of this story, which is told through the voice of Elva. Right now we know little about Elva except for her worries about her friend, Sasha who we can plainly see she felt for on another level besides pure friendship. We do not know as yet if they were actually a couple.

I hope you enjoy this FIRST INSTALLMENT of "For My Dear: The Wilting Flower" just as much as I am. :blowkiss: :wave:
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Meganite Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2005
So beutiful! <33
I wondered why the icecrem truck sometimes freaked me out. XD <33
Can't wait till the next one!
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Cynikles Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2005  Hobbyist Writer
Hay it helps in any type of writing. I admit that even I use figurative language just in normal speech, but I guess that's my eccentricity.

But yeah, any writing I think deserves some more complext lingual techniques. (1st Place in Adv. English Person talking. ;D)
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Cynikles Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2005  Hobbyist Writer
Figurative language, alliteration, metaphor, similie, allusion. That sort of crap. <D
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2005
FOR A JOURNAL!? DX
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Cynikles Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2005  Hobbyist Writer
Interesting prose approach Lil, interesting indeed. Only criticizm; you need to add in some figurative language. :3
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2005
What do you mean?
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voodoo-biskit Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
Omgosh update please!!! <33333333333333333333333333

I need to know!!

You know what gives this story the extraness? When you have innocent trinket box music playing in the background. Its sad and sweet <333
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
Musicboxes = EVIL. DX
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voodoo-biskit Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
XD whyyy? *gets tearful from the musics*
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
Only the Phantom of the Opera music box at the end of the musical/movie playing "Masquerade" is beautiful. The rest freaks me out! DX
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voodoo-biskit Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
lmao? I've never seen the Phantom of the Opera... never heard it D: Wahhh I feel so deprived!
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ryokogirle Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005  Hobbyist General Artist
ooooo, so mysterious, i like it so far;


only- when i first started reading it, i thought sasha was a gurl O.o this reminds me of a dream i had the other nite....well, kinda

*dream*

i lived in a house, one of those bi-levels, where when you come in the front door you can either go upstairs or downstairs...well anyways i was downstairs with this girl; whom i loved very much. in real life i have no idea who she is- not a friend, sister or anything. but anyways, i was sitting with her- just talking and i was ill....i think i had some type of cancer- and i was dying.

well- i was lying there one nite and my eyes went black and when i could see again there was this strange woman sitting in front of me...she had long dark hair but a gentle face; and she smiled a very-very sad smile. she said that it was not yet my time, and that i was "early" she pointed behind me, and i turned around...i was on the roof of my house over looking my backyard...but just beyond that- was a hill that was "never there" before. as she pointed towards the hill, she said- when you're ready to come home....but- you i'm afriad you won't remember anything

i was furious....i yelled at her..i can't remember what i said, but i know i was angry; i wanted my memories, my feelings...they were mine- and they were real...not to be something just "forgotten" or "tossed away" so i told her i didn't want to go if that was all they could offer me. she just looked at me with her sad eyes, and once again, my eyes went dark, and when i came too again, i was back in my room with the girl at my side...

she woke, and i told her about my vision...and how it was almost my time, and how my memeories of her would be gone....she looked towards my window and on my curtains one of the symbols started glowing...a flower that was surrounded by two birds...she said that if i went, to always remember this symbol. i promised to remember the symbol and to wait for her. a few days later...my eyes went dark and the woman was in front of me...i looked at her with anger...i told her i refused to go and be robbed of my memories, she said it was my choice but if i stayed there was a "rule" i couldn't go downstairs.

i was like, "that's it" and she vanished...of course we lived in a wealthy home and the "upstairs" was only for show, so nobody hardly ever came up there, but i ignored her warnings and bounded downstairs...i saw the girl crying over....me? and i was sad..i tried to hug her but my arms went right through her...suddenly a hard, cold hand, slammed down on my shoulder...i looked over, it was a skeleton-

i whipped around and was looking at chest level of a creature...i looked up he had no face, just a black cloak and skeleton bones...

but that was all i needed. i was like- okay i'll go back upstairs- and willingly went back up. i sat there for a few days, lonely and sad..before curiousity got the best of me and i went back down...

this time when i touched her- she got shivers and said that "this place was too creepy" and that "she had to move away" ...i was crushed- the girl who meant so much to me was now revolted by my touch....then...slam

the bony, icy hand again. only this time there were three of them- i got the hint, so i said, "fine" i'll go, but i'm not giving up my memories...so i went outside and headed towards the hill- over the hill was the most astonishing thing...the clouds were water, and angels walked upon them- it was...more than i can describe; i approached a huge silver gate and the same woman from before welcomed me, i scowled at her, and once again stated that i would remember...she sighed, and waved me pass.

wings emerged from my back and my clothes vanished....and i had no memory...but only an urge to sit at the gate...and wait- for...something; so there i sat. and there i waited (in the background i could see my husband boucing around teasing other angels...picking off a feather and tickling them with it..and i remember thinking- he's cute, haha)

so i sat there waiting...and waiting; finally one day, this girl came through the gates, she looked...familiar somehow- and she wore a simple white dress embroidered with the symbol of a flower and two birds...as if on que, all my memories came flooding back to me, and i ran up to her as she passed through the gate, i embraced her, and tears were falling and i remember saying; "i remember- i do, i remember you, and i waited"

she pulled away from me, and looked at me with strange eyes- "who are you?" she asked, and i was in shock..."the symbol! i shouted, you said to remember the symbol!!!!! and i pulled on her garment" she looked frightened, "i'm sorry," she said, " i don't know you-" and she spread her new wings, and pushed away from me and flew away....

i fell to the ground- overwhelmed with despair, and then i woke up.

*end of dream* yup, that was the dream i had the nite before last, it was sad- i told my husband and he goes...that's kinda deep...sorry about the long comment, i just thought you of all people could appriciate it. ^-^
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
OF COURSE I DO. Sasha is a unisex name & I find it rather sexy so I decided to use it! WOW that's a weird dream. :XD: I never have dreams. :( *tear*
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ryokogirle Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005  Hobbyist General Artist
you never have dreams? oooo that's sad. sometimes they are quite beautiful...but sometimes they're scary~ so it's kinda a toss up....anyways, i think sasha is a cool name, its the name of a girl doggie on all dogs go to heaven 2....^-^

:giggle: i'm sure you'll have a nice dream someday!
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Todd3point0 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2005   Digital Artist
wow. nice very well setup, so is the next installment from sashas p.o.v or is that the next book?
glad to see someone else who doesn't trust ice cream vendors....
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2005
LOL! :XD:

I just thought the icecream truck music can be changed from something good to something haunting & freaky...like a music box melody!! :D Hmmm I didn't think about Sasha's point of view though, only Elvas. :o

The next "book" [not confident in publishing/printing any of my stuff as yet...maybe one day] will most likely be of a character/friend Elva knows but of an entirely different story. :)
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Todd3point0 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2005   Digital Artist
Cool. especially the music aspect when it is published you could put a little music box inside the cover... just to freak out the reader.... :evillaugh:
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Lilithia Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2005
LOL that's a brilliant idea. :rofl: YOU GENIUS YOU!!
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