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The Challenge: Continue the piece I've written. (Posted below)
The Rules: None. No particular word limit, or anything of that sort. Finish my scene however you would like.
Deadline: August 19, 2006
Excerpt: Please excuse any errors, this hasn't been beta'd.
The steady sound of rain fills my ears as I walk towards your grave. Of course it would rain today. You of all people wouldn't have it any other way; not when you're as much of a dramatic person as you were. You made a cold appear to be deathly. A simple kind gesture you would turn it into something fantastic. The world was a richer place when you were there.
Melissa Johnson
March 17, 1989 - July 24, 2006
Beloved daughter. Wonderful friend.
The words were etched into the stone so carefully. If only they could show just how wonderful you made this place seem to be. Those four words didn't even begin to explain just how wonderful you were.
"Why?" The whispered question weren't directed to you, but to whoever was out there listening. Why did you have to be taken away? We had planned so much. The trip to Paris when we graduated high school, the shopping spree in New York we have been saving for all year. College at UCLA, and begging to share a dorm.
Sitting down on the wet ground, I looked long and hard at the grave marker in front of me. Just what was I going to do without you here with me?
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My Own Challenge, Yes, a challenge from your admin!
