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The long road

January 5, 2011
By Writomania PLATINUM, New Delhi, Other
Writomania PLATINUM, New Delhi, Other
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;What really does not kill you, will only make you stronger&quot;- Kanye West<br /> &quot;If there was no electricity, we would&#039;ve had to watch the television by candle light&quot;- Joe Jonas<br /> Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There&#039;s just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger


The street was ablaze by the oncoming brightness of the street lamps. A strange mist hung over the streets. It was deserted except for a street dog roaming around looking a shelter. She turned the corner and faced the street. It took her some time to gather her thoughts and take in the scene unfolding in front of her. The shack at the end of the street was her destination. The road ahead of her was long and winding. Dense fog rushed down the path, obscuring the view of the lonesome shack at the far end of the street. She stopped somewhere in the middle of her tracks to scrutinize the view around her. It was a dark, starry, blue moon night. Her long gown fluttered slightly in the soft breeze. She shivered with cold and pressed her old and tattered wool shawl tightly around her. She let her long, wavy, auburn hair to blow back gently along with the gush. She closed her eyes, trying to feel it against her bare neck, her face, her hands… it reminded her of something she’d lost a long time ago. But what?
Ah, yes! It reminded her of freedom. A sense of carelessness, where you can do whatever you want, get whatever you desire…where you have people to care for you, love you, hold you when you fall down. A single, solitary tear tricked down her already wet cheeks. Things were different now. Her life wasn’t the same. Hell, she wasn’t the same. She tried to recall, the series of unfortunate events that had brought her here. It seemed like yesterday, her father dying of drug overdose, her brother being behind the bars, accused of rape. And her mother? She’d never seen her. She had died when she was born. Her father had always blamed her for taking away the life of his wife. But she never complained because she knew that no matter what, her father would always love her. Her lips quivered as realization dawned over to her that she was all alone now.
She dropped her head down and let her beautiful hair fall around her. She looked up again and this time, her eyes were filled with determination instead of fear. She held her shawl tighter around her and strode ahead. She brushed away her tears, afraid that it would smudge her carefully applied mascara. Her walk was confident and seductive as she reached the partly broken shack. She tried hard not to cry as she banged her fists hard on the door. Her heart was thumping violently under her chest as she tried to calm her frazzled nerves. The door opened with a loud, creaking sound. She readjusted the folds of her gown and walked in, ready to be sold off again, ready to be ripped apart from her soul. Again.


The author's comments:
This story is basically about prostitution and what all are the reasons why women indulge in such a heinous thing. It is about the story of this young woman who is forced into the business and how much she hates herself for doing this. She is confused and wants to run away from this life that she's leading but can't help it!

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on May. 31 2011 at 11:30 pm
Writomania PLATINUM, New Delhi, Other
22 articles 0 photos 119 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;What really does not kill you, will only make you stronger&quot;- Kanye West<br /> &quot;If there was no electricity, we would&#039;ve had to watch the television by candle light&quot;- Joe Jonas<br /> Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There&#039;s just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

thank you so much :)

on May. 30 2011 at 12:59 pm
krarthurs SILVER, Plymouth, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
All generous minds have a horror of what are commonly called &quot;Facts&quot;. They are the brute beasts of the intellectual domain. <br /> -Thomas Hobbes

Very well written. It really gives a reader a different look and understanding regarding prostitution. I love your style, keep writing.

on May. 29 2011 at 11:46 pm
Writomania PLATINUM, New Delhi, Other
22 articles 0 photos 119 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;What really does not kill you, will only make you stronger&quot;- Kanye West<br /> &quot;If there was no electricity, we would&#039;ve had to watch the television by candle light&quot;- Joe Jonas<br /> Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There&#039;s just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

thanks :) i was watching this moie that gt me thinking that prostitutes have a life too you know, they have feelings too.. we treat them like dirt but it wasn't a chosen road for them :)

 


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on May. 29 2011 at 9:16 am
Aderes47 GOLD, Cambridge, Massachusetts
11 articles 0 photos 897 comments

Favorite Quote:
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. <br /> Henry Drummond

That was good, but sad at the same time. 

on Mar. 5 2011 at 2:45 am
Writomania PLATINUM, New Delhi, Other
22 articles 0 photos 119 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;What really does not kill you, will only make you stronger&quot;- Kanye West<br /> &quot;If there was no electricity, we would&#039;ve had to watch the television by candle light&quot;- Joe Jonas<br /> Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There&#039;s just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

thank you so much for your comment and i will totally check out your work!

on Mar. 3 2011 at 6:32 pm
stickyfingers SILVER, Wake Forest, North Carolina
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this is really good! i am sure that this is how most of us feel once we get addicted to something whether it be this or drugs or tv or anything. beautifully written! I wish you would check out my novel "Unbroken" for some awesome advice! that would be awesome, and I totally love your piece!