“Hello, Denial.”
“Hello, Grief.”
“Nice Party.”
“Can't say the same.” Then she slipped away, leaving Grief alone once again. Grief saw Anger coming over. Anger was mean. He didn’t have any sort of filter and words simply slipped right out of his mouth. Anger pushed others aside and stormed up to Grief.
“You ok?” Asked Grief in a particularly calm tone, not moving his eyes from the floor which they were placed.
“NO!” Anger balled his fisted up and ran off. Leaving lonely Grief to his thoughts, quickly accompanied by Manipulation. Grief hated Manipulation. She always got what she wanted and gave more than she had. “Hello, Manipulation.” Grief gave a quick unwelcoming smile.
“Hey, grief!” She called out. Grief ignored her knowing that in someway or another she would end up talking to him. She always managed too. A few moments later Manipulation were talking to Grief. She quickly left after hearing some gossip about Bribery. Grief was left yet alone. He saw Acceptance alone as well. This surprised him. She had many friends and was a very happy person. He walked up to acceptance and put his hand in her hand. They stayed like that for a while. She didn’t leave grief. Everyone but her, because the stages of grief pass. You will soon accept your msitakes.
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Worlds.Within.Words
Aug 18, 2016
Such a cool idea, and I love the ending! I think you could expand on it even more (both the ending and the entire piece): it seems a bit bare-bones right now, very straightforward, and it could have more substance. That being said, if this is the style you want, you made it work.
My favorite line is, "She always got what she wanted and gave more than she had." Intriguing. But then the part about Manipulation ends too quickly in my opinion, and the wording of the last three sentences was confusing. Maybe revisit that.
All in all, nice job! You managed to turn this piece into a haunting Inside Out style piece with a great message.
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