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Unspoken Part 1 |
| Written by Emily Walker | |
| Wednesday, 23 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      The crowd burst in applause. Stella stepped off the stage and smiled to herself. She knew that she had down her job, and done it well. Her voice throwing skills were a little off tonight, though. This was due to a particularly bad cold. She had done the best she could, though, so all was good. Stella just happened to be a ventriloquist. People called her shows flabbergasting, but she couldn’t believe that. Nobody seemed to get it was a big trick. She hated tricking people into thinking she was great, but it was the only way she could make a living. Her life and income at the moment seemed to be a trickling spring. It was slow, and the water in the spring was like her tears. Nothing seemed right anymore. Her friends recently deserted her. They said that she was always too down, and that she obviously needed to go see some sort of doctor. What they didn’t seem to get was to all she needed was them. She slowly turned this thought over in her mind, and decided never to think it again. No, she didn’t need friends. Nope. All they would do would be bring her down more. Yep, it was much better this way. Stella thought to herself, I need to be alone. I’m obviously some sort of freak and the world, and all of its inhabitants, would be better off if I just let them be. As she was thinking this, she was walking down a lonely, bare road. Her mind was not with her, but somewhere else entirely. She had self-consciously walked out of the theatre and was walking random ways. Maybe this is why she didn’t notice the big brown truck hurtling its way towards her. Stella looked up just in time to see some headlights and a malicious face, that was smiling… Copyright 2008 Emily |
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