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My last duchess - original writing. We were running like the wind, our shoes dancing on the green grass, the winds direction changing from time to time as we changed foot. We had to hold on to the front of our long dresses but that just made us e

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Introduction

"Come on Melanie, try and beat me!" I cried. It was another bright, sunny day. The sunshine was bright enough to tear us apart, but even that wasn't enough to stop us. Me and my bright, beautiful, innocent girls were leaping with laughter. Our beautiful dresses were each amazingly made to exactly fit and cling to our bodies; to show our exact curves. But were they suitable for a running competition? We didn't give a world's thought about that. We were running like the wind, our shoes dancing on the green grass, the wind's direction changing from time to time as we changed foot. We had to hold on to the front of our long dresses but that just made us even prettier, every time we tripped and managed to just hold on, our face turned towards the betting men who were eagerly waiting to see who won. They would just nod as wise as an owl and then cheer. I ran as fast as I could, I was usually pretty good at running. Even though being a lady, I fancied quite a few things I wasn't meant to, but "Oh well!". Life is life. The men were standing a few miles in front of me, as far as I could see, I was the first women to reach the area, as soon as they saw me, they started cheering. ...read more.

Middle

I was astonished then quickly recovered before returning his smile. He continued exploring me as silently as the dead...I couldn't hold his gaze anymore so dropped my eyes to the floor and started wondering about the shiny, square floor patterns that were carved in the white marble. It was after all an excellent piece of work! But all the while, however interesting the floor patterns were, all I could think about was him. His dark blue eyes that I could get lost in. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. His face has all the right, perfect features. His mouth was beautifully shaped. I smiled. He was perfection itself... Completely lost in my thoughts...I hastily looked up, and saw that he had returned to his usual, old, same habit. I slightly shifted my position to get a better view of the outside and froze. The view was breath-taking! As far as I could remember, this window seemed to have the best view onto the whole front part of the mansion. No wonder the Duke stared out of here! My little girls could be seen running around as two little dots...my cute babies! The unexposed view of the field, which we could see from this window, was usually ploughed with its dark earth turned in great clods, giving up its musty dampness, exposing its loamy richness and sinewy worms to the sun and clear air. ...read more.

Conclusion

The crowd cheering and applauding was enough to get me going; I slowly took slow breaths in before taking small steps towards the stairs. When I finally made it to the top of the stairs, it was a complete silence...I even heard a pin drop... I just nervously awaited there smiling at any recognisable, dazed and astonished faces that I saw and started looking for the Duke with my eyes... I ran down the corridors, and opened the Duke's bedroom door and slowly peeked in. A little sight would have been enough to prove me that what one of my loyal servants has said was wrong and I was hoping very much that he was ... I slowly looked around the room, I'd only been in the Duke's room a few times but it was recognisable enough, he hadn't changed much since the last time I'd been in his room, everything was in place...and no one was in there. I let out a little sigh and a small grin spread on my face. I turned around and ... Blood was sipping through my hands and spreading onto my beautiful dress... ...Tears... Was it the pain? Or the heart-break that my dress was getting ruined? I wasn't too sure... I smiled...this was the end, I knew it...it wasn't perfect but I wasn't suffering...I still loved him...A slow smile spread across my face... ?? ?? ?? ?? My last duchess ...read more.

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