Stories.

I've been putting it off for a while.

Then again, I've been putting a lot of things off for a while.

I'm supposed to be writing a short story. No, it wasn't a homework assignment or a project. Heck, my teacher didn't even mention it to me. I just randomly volunteered because I like writing. And I think that I'm good at it. I thought to enter the contest.

In a few days, this short story would be due and I haven't had a clue on what to write about.

Actually, I did. Ish.

It was supposed to be a nice story called, "The Chariot".

I even did my research.

It was supposed to be in Athens, Greece. The Olympics.

About a young boy, who has always dreamed of riding a Chariot in one of the races one day. To win the games.

But one night, something happened.

His older sister, whom he greatly admired and was close to, went out.

She snuck out one night and told the boy not to tell their parents that she went out because her friends were going to take her on a ride. He promised her not to tell.

The next day, there was a twist of fate.

He wakes up that morning seeing his mother wrapped in his father's arms, crying, eyes puffy from her waterfall of tears.

He finds out that she had died in a Chariot accident. Now, he believes that it is his fault. He could've prevented the death if he had only told his parents. But he didn't. He lived all his life believing that it was his fault.

Flash forward.

It was now 8 years later. He is finally 18. The Chariot Races were coming up. His long lived dream. But yet he refuses to ride because of what happened with his sister.

After many people come to him and try to convince him of riding because it is his dream, an old man filled with wisdom finally does so.

In the end, he races. Races his very best and does it in the memory of his sister.

The theme is supposed to be about Forgiveness.

In the end he finally forgives himself for what happened and lets go of the past, moving forward.

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Okay, so maybe I do have an idea.... I guess I just didn't take the time to write it down. Hmm, wow, I am good! Just kidding.

So what do you think about this story plot? Should I write it?

Although I also have a similar alternate story plot. I told my dad about it but he thinks its too tragic. So I don't know.

I'd appreciate it for input. Thanks :)

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Now, please enjoy this short poem that I wrote. Just now.

The smell of salt and rust floated in the breeze,

Palm trees swayed to it, with nothing but ease.

Grains of sand fell, scattering brown.

Swirl of vibrant life came around.

Colours of white and blue, spread out with life.

A majestic sea wiping away the strife.

Let it take me away! I say.

Let it take me away.

The sound is getting louder as thunder takes its toll.

The previous calm waters suddenly started to roll.

Fish in the sea, creatures of all kind.

Made their way safely out of my mind.

They knew where to go, they knew what to do.

I wish I had followed, but got struck by the hue.

All movement had stopped.

The feelings had turned.

The world finally ended, being over-churned.

It didn't make sense.

I didn't know why.

But then I suddenly knew, after that next tide.

Laying there, with the life gone out of me.

Gone my confidant. Gone my destiny.

In a flash, it all came about.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

What happens next? What about me?

Gone. Gone. Gone. I say.

Gone my lovely sea.

My Sea, is the title if you haven't already guessed.

a Jane Anne Original.