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Well... if anyone decides to read this; i need an idea of a story to write.
None of that romance sparkling-vampire shit. lol.
I just have an urge to write and i have no idea about what. So... anyone have any ideas?
ILL TAKE ANYTHING!!! but as i said; no romance sparkling-vampire...shit. :D

I wrote this in 15 minutes. i was listning to random music. i came across this song and this is what i saw when i listened to it.

Secret Garden- Passacaglia (<- songs name)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHVutIfa1 50

I slowly opened my eyes. The sun filled my cabin room, and my face. I slid out of my soft woolen quilt. I put my bare feet to the wooden floor. It was colder then usually. When I got up the wood creaked under my weight.
"John."
I jumped slightly. My father's voices scared me. His voice was soft, and rugged.
I turned around to face him, "What is..." My father's eyes were bloodshot, and he had dark bags under them. He had been crying. My heart stopped, I knew what this meant. My father crying mean one thing, "Is it... is she..."
Fathers eyes fell to the floor, he nodded slowly.
I knew it, but I didn't want to think it could be true, "Mom" it escaped through my mouth as I breathed out. I quickly sprinted past my father, I ran through the hallway to my parents room. I bashed through the door and ran inside. I stopped in front of the large mahogany bed.
There was no sound but my fast uneven breathing. My heart felt heavier as it beat each beat.
The body lying in the bed was not my mother. It was a lifeless, empty shell. I slowly shuffled my feet next to her. I kissed her on the cheek. A tear flowed down my cheek and landed on what used to be my mother, "I love you... I do. I never said it that much but I...I do."
I could not bare to look at her anymore. I left the room, and walked to the front door. I picked my coat off the coat rack and put it on, and put on my boots. I walked out the door. It was light and sunny outside. London was beautiful in the late fall. Not for me. Not today. Not ever again.
I walked down the stony road. There were carriages and wagons everywhere, but no people. As I was walking down the street I saw an old man, wearing almost nothing but rags. I could tell he was cold. He looked up at me with soft pale blue eyes. He pulled up his hands to me in a begging position. His hand shook violently from the cold.
I put my hands into my coat pockets. I took out all the coins in my pockets and put it in his hands. His eyes grew wide, "Why give me so much?"
I shrugged, "I need it not. I live well, I am spoiled by my wealth. If I die, I might as well die doing good in my life." I forced a smile and kept on walking.
I walked into the local park, I walked through the trees, and enjoyed the view. But I still felt a great pain in my chest. There were two boys sitting on a bench. They were much younger than me, maybe ten or younger. They were huddled together trying to keep warm. One of them had no shoes.
"Were are you parents?" I asked.
The boys looked up to me startled, the one with no shoes replied, "We- we don't know."
I felt sorrier for them then I did for myself. I took off my coat and put it around them both. I took off my boots and put them on the boy with no shoes, and tied it for him.
The one that now had shoes smiled, "Thank you, sir."
I smiled. I was cold, but the feeling in my heart kept me warm. My mother's death no longer made me sad. I felt well, and joyful.
I ran back home and to my room. I got to my hand and knees and looked under my bed. I grabbed a small flat rectangle box and took it out. I jumped to my feet, and ran back out the door. I ran through the town, the box under my arm. I ran up to the cathedral, I opened the large door and walked in.
The cathedral was empty, but the bishop was there, Father Isaiah was there praying.
"Father." Said I as I walked over to him.
He put his hand on my shoulder, "Yes dear John? I heard of your lose, may god watch over her."
I grabbed hold of the box and gave it to Father Isaiah, he looked a bit confused, "Father, I have enough money for another cathedral, more icons, money to give out to ones who need it. I don't want to feel pain anymore. I want to give. I always taken and never given. Please take this."
Father Isaiah smiled, "You have a strong heart and great care to give away so much. I watched you give your shoes and coat away, I watched you give your money to the homeless. You are broken, and you fix yourself by giving away what is unneeded to you but is to others. Thank you for this money."
I felt so grand. I left the cathedral and went to the graveyard. I saw my mother's tombstone. I sat down by it with a smile.
The sun shined down at me, there was a light breeze that made the grass move slightly.
"Bliss... Bliss is about giving and living in happiness with nothing." I closed my eyes and laid my head against the tombstone... Bliss...
Bliss.
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