My Ever First Short Story: Winter Life

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13th March

I have a idea to publish my post in the blog. I can write short stories sometimes to present out what is the meaning of life. Enjoy yourself with my first short story, "Winter Life".

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"Shirley... Shirley...!!!" Mom shouted at her lovely daughter. Shirley, a 19-year-old woman, just woke up. She starred at the window. The sun closed to the mountain lines, trees stood straightly like soldiers to receive the shower of the sun beam. Shirley jumped out from her soft and full with thick sheep fur bed. She stepped into the toilet and took a simple shower. The winter came too early this year. It happened at the mid-October. Shirley thought something in her mind somehow she was taking the shower. Would that man will meet me again in the forest? Where is he live? She questioned herself. She met a young man before. Although Shirley didn't know his name, but she had her self-confidence, she loved the young man.

Shirley went out from the house. The thick layer of snow covered the broken furnitures.

"Mom, when we will throw these furnitures?" Shirley turned back eying her house. The chimney pumped out with smokes. Then, her mother stepped just right at the door.

"Shirley, those furnitures are precious, we must leave it for a long time. Until the Japan Prime Minister allow our nation to be freedom, we sell them off."

Shirley smiled, then she disappointed. When will our nation to be freedom? Is it safe to stay at here? The war never stopped since Shirley was 5 years old. Shirley thought back-forwards. She saw her father died under a shot by the Japan soldiers. She scared and frightened. Until now, the scene still turning in her mind. Shirley started crying. She ran to a nearby river, the location where her father died. Shirley walked slowly to her father's tombstone. The words on the tombstone become blurry. Shirley took out an orchid from her warm vase. Her father likes orchid. She put the orchid on the land.

"Dad, I miss you. I can't forget that you teach me how to become a real girl. I want to show to you, but... Dad, you already go to the heaven. I'm can't let you to see me grow, and see me to become a real girl. I hope you will see me after some times in the heaven... I'm okay here. Don't worry. Is safe here. The Japan Prime Minister will let our nation to be freedom soon... So... I... will always bring you to anywhere..." Shirley cried again. Her tears rolled down from her cheeks to the tombstone, on the orchid.

Shirley wiped off her tears. She knew, she must be strong. She couldn't let anything to fight her off. She left the river and went to the forest to cut some tree branches in front of a icy mountain.

Shirley used a sharp knife to chop off the branches. The temperature was getting colder and colder. She hadn't eating breakfast this morning. She felt tired and fatigued, she took a rest on a big branch. She slept suddenly.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" A male voice called her.

"Who... Who call... call... me...?" Shirley slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

There's nothing around her. But for her surprise, a heap of branches located beside her.

"Who chopped the branches? I didn't do much of that!" She kept pondering herself. Then, she thought about the male voice. Could it be that young man? He been here before?

Shirley quickly jumped from the branch. She spooked around to find the young man. Unfortunately, she couldn't do it. Shirley felt sad and took the heap of branches. She took the branches full with sadness and disappointing heart to her home. By the time, the sun began to set. Is the time of the winter dusk.

Shirley stopped at the lake. She starred at the lake. A lot of complicated and complex feeling wrapped up her heart. She knew, she always missed that young man. But... Why the young man didn't want to see Shirley anymore after a meet? Her heart exactly crashed.

Shirley stood beside the lake for an hour. She felt unconscious as that young man could be left this area anytime. Shirley had no idea to make a hypothesis about the young man is really fell love on her or just only poker face when the young man saw Shirley. Although Shirley loved the young man, but she couldn't. The only way is to leave the young man.

Shirley said:"Maybe I can't love him, this is the faith."

Finally, Shirley backed home. By the time was dinner time. Shirley put the branches beside the house. Her mother prepared some caramel oat and low-fat milk for dinner.

After dinner, Shirley stepped into her room. And then, her mother followed her too.

Shirley talked about her mind to her mother. Mom smiled then she advised Shirley.

"Shirley, I knew you felt sad, but did you know that the young man will be more sad than you?"

Shirley shocked. She knew that the young man saw her felt tired before. Then, Shirley thought back again. He must be more sad than me.

Shirley finally knowledgeable that the young man still love her, just he didn't want to let Shirley saw him worked hard for him.

Shirley quickly hugged her mother. Cheerful tears rolled down again. That night, Shirley slept earlier and well. Tomorrow is the another start. Lamp closed up. Snow dropped down that night, and the tombstone, orchid, closed up with snow.

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This is the first short story created by me. If there are any grammar mistakes, please forgive me. My English is not as good as the writer. Okay??

Next chapter I will talk about my holidays routine, or maybe write another short story again!!!