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DEEDS NEVER DIE
#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh. She felt a sense of relief romancing the ruins of her insides, her broken heart, unfulfilled promises, insecurities, wounded pride, and horrors that magicked goose pimples all over her skin though all we're done and gone she couldn't imagine if shouting "Am freed!" would bring it on the faces of the world's people. A number of celebrations filled her mind; people shouting and clapping, chinking of glasses everywhere, friends calling her name myriad of times saying," Dear Emily you're saved!" She wished she could physically get on her feet and pay tribute to the loving people in her imagination but the timely waves that now and then blew across her then vulnerable mind...
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh. She felt a sense of relief romancing the ruins of her insides, her broken heart, unfulfilled promises, insecurities, wounded pride, and horrors that magicked goose pimples all over her skin though all we're done and gone she couldn't imagine if shouting "Am freed!" would bring it on the faces of the world's people. A number of celebrations filled her mind; people shouting and clapping, chinking of glasses everywhere, friends calling her name myriad of times saying," Dear Emily you're saved!" She wished she could physically get on her feet and pay tribute to the loving people in her imagination but the timely waves that now and then blew across her then vulnerable mind...
