I wrote two for the contest:
the first one:http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?t=80415 wasn't so good, so I wrote this one.
http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic79724.html (thats the contest link)
I got Urban and blue.
Hope ya like it. Any review appreciated..
Amazing Grace
Dear Heart,
I write this letter, knowing that when you read it, I will be dead. I always knew I had a limited time on this earth, the doctors told me that when I was seven years old. They said, “You have ten years at the most to live.” Can you imagine how I felt at seven, being told that I was going to die before I reached my eighteenth birthday? I was devastated. I had always wanted to be an explorer and here I was, being told I couldn’t be because my blood wasn’t able to stand up to time. They said I had fola gorm, which meant blue blood in Irish. The doctors explained that some people, and this was very rare, had the drops of blue blood along with scarlet. Apparently, the blue drops slowly ate away at my insides, killing me. I was afraid, so afraid. I watched my life pass, till I reached my seventeenth birthday. I sat in our apartment, waiting to die. It didn’t happen. It didn’t happen the next day, week, month or year. The doctors were flabbergasted. “How?” they said to each other. “How?” but no one had the answers. I rejoiced, my parents rejoiced. They did more tests and gave me another deadline. Eight years. This time, I wasn’t going to watch my life slip away. God had given me another chance and I was going to take it. I joined the football team, got a beautiful girlfriend, I was convinced that I could live a lifetime in eight years. Eight years passed. My twenty-sixth birthday. I sat with you, my best friend on my couch, eating birthday cake, waiting to die. It didn’t happen. Not for three months. I was overjoyed! Maybe I could live. Maybe God had decided I could live! I bent down on my knees, and thanked him.
Three hours later, I collapsed. I was rushed to the hospital, and slowly my nerves started not to function.
You didn’t come to see me, and I know why. As I lay in that hospital, my legs paralyzed, I knew something that you had known since we met.
You loved me Grace.
And I love you.
I wish I could have figured it out, and it wouldn’t have taken me dying to figure it out. I know this is the end. I wish you well my darling. My sweet. My princess, My dear heart. If this godforsaken blue blood hadn’t murdered me, I wouldn’t have realized this. Maybe, God will save me and I’ll never have to have this letter delivered. Maybe. But I doubt it. My time has come, remember that I love you, and when you enter through those pearly gates, I’ll be waiting. You’re my Amazing Grace.
Love love love,
Mark
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