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It was glass. All of the others were too, but most had little protective cases. Hers didn’t. Hers was a little thin clear thing. Missing a few pieces, and cracked.
She’d been told that it was golden, was red. Was opaque. Then someone told her they were all thin little pieces of glass. Clear as water. Reflective, too. She didn’t believe it. She didn’t want to.
But it was true. She could see it. She held it in her hands, staring in awe at the thing’s painful, broken beauty. Her heart.
- by realAniram |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 12/02/2008 |
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- Title: Broken Heart
- Artist: realAniram
- Description: I was laying on a bed one day and my hair slipped into my face; giving me an idea for a picture. When the picture was done, I got the idea for this short story which goes along with it.
- Date: 12/02/2008
- Tags: broken heart realaniram
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Jeyrin - 12/02/2008
- I like the story! picture...*no comment* no offence...but I love the story. Rate back? My entry is called "Unspoken Message"
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- realAniram - 12/02/2008
- i drew it a while back, that's my excuse.
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- sonnata moonlight - 12/02/2008
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the story rocks
the picture... not so much - Report As Spam
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