Each day of the year in 2016, I will be attempting to write a short story, using a prompt. It'll be wild and hard and who knows? I might even turn out some good stuff. Maybe you'll even want to do this too. (Dedications go to followers.)
This is par...
130. Read the News Today: Construct a poem or story using a news headline for your first line.
I have never seen this show, so I will take the words of it and use my own interpretation.
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Goodbye to the Good Wife
Fine.
He wants it that way? He wants to blame me for everything that's gone on in his life? Fine then.
I picked up the vase and threw it with everything in me at the wall. It hit, fell, and shattered, just like I had.
This is what he wanted, I thought, with a mad laugh. I don't care anymore; he has pushed me past that. There may be reasons to try, but his words outweigh them.
A glass bowl; I chuck it at the wall. It carves a mark into the paint. An evidence of my hate. A mark of my insanity. Then it too breaks into a thousand sharp fragments, irreparable and cutting.
I know your plight. Once a thing of beauty, loved and admired, but suddenly killed due to one's hate.
For I hate him. I hate him for taking my love and using it against me. Do I still live him? Yes. Yes, I do. If I did not, this would not hurt so badly that I let it go into fevers of hot red and cold black. If I did not love him still I wouldn't care; but I do, and so I die inside from his words.
He wants to think me the villain? I will show him the villain I can be. I will show him what a true villain is.
A plate, displayed upon the wall, once admired for its fine detail, is taken and destroyed. Everythbeloved will be gone, including me. Though I am no longer loved by him.
Let him find this when he returns. Let him see it and scream at me, and let him experience my anger when the fire of my fury rains down and burns him.
