Maegan and Creative Writing

The boy had jumped into a tornado, a funny way to commit suicide, but he did it. He was distraught over his break up with Molly, the love of his life. She accused him of cheating even though he didn’t. She yelled and screamed, “GO AWAY! I don’t want to  see your face again!” He probably cried for days, unusual for a boy. The tornado sirens went off and despite his mother’s yelling to come back, her son walked to the empty, wheat field and ran, jumping into the dark, clouded air until WHOOSH! The twister picked him up, taking him, throwing him to far off distant lands for him to suck in his last breath, alone. His ghost haunts the wood where he gave his heart to Molly. Where he wanders, the trees die, just as his heart died and the air mists, just as his conscience did. Sometimes at night you can see his ghostly apparition floating around. His tears are like acid rain, depriving the life from the grass and flowers that once grew there. It is said that he cares not for other life for his life was taken; not by a tornado but by a girl and her peircing mad eyes.

~ by cwmaegan on May 22, 2008.