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What you sow, so you reap

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What you sow, so you reap I remember the day, March 22nd 1528. I was walking in the streets of Braseham minding my own business when I came to a white, plain house whose extravagantly decorated windows were open. There I heard a voice emitting from a window, which I immediately recognized as my neighbour's husband. His wife, well what can I say? Words cannot describe how much I loathed her. Her face, her voice, her presence would drive anyone mad. However, her husband was a different case. In this town, he was considered as a nobleman and the wisest of them all. Any brawl, he could end in peace and any problem, he could provide the solution. My thoughts were momentarily interrupted by his voice again emitting from the windows. It was very soft yet it had charming tone to it. I nosily moved slightly towards the window to get a better view of what he was doing. He was sitting cross-legged on the carpeted floor, almost in a meditating position, and humbly reading from a book. ...read more.


It was a short walk from my home and in minutes I arrived there and stood in front of it. The colour of the exterior of the house was as white as marble; his front porch had an array of wild flowers all in different colours shapes and sizes beautifully carpeting the mint-green earth. I walked gracefully to the front door and knocked, then patiently stood waiting for an answer. Seconds later, there before my eyes, stood my neighbour's husband. He was surprised to see me and gestured to welcome me in, but I shyly refused and told him that I came here only to deliver the sweets that I prepared this morning. He reached for the plate and I placed it on his hands. He thanked me for my kind gift and promised to return the favour. I warily smiled at him and bid him farewell, my task completed I turned around and returned home. In the afternoon as the soft ray of the golden yellow sun oozed across the turquoise sky, I proceeded, as usual to the busy market for my daily grocery shopping awaiting the spectacular awakening of this busy hive. ...read more.


I traced the direction of his finger and focused my sight on the two bodies whose faces were still and emotionless, they were clearly dead. I breathed very slowly. The horrible, unavoidable realisation came over me like a wave of icy water. I felt like the wall I had been leaning against had suddenly been taken away. There were a split second of the crowd starring at me in concern, then everything went fuzzy and I felt myself fall on my knees. I was crying uncontrollably then hysterically. I reached for the two young boys and held them against my aching chest, brushing the dust of their soft black hair and pleaded them to wake up, to wake up from their deep, very deep sleep, but there was no answer. I sat there on the paved floor of the street market and stared at the sky. Red tears of anger were flooding out of my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. Right now, right this moment I now know I was wrong, and he was right about what he said this morning. I remember the day. March 22nd 1528, the day my two sons died. ?? ?? ?? ?? Salma Said 10RGM Creative Writing ...read more.

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