GRACE
COPYRIGHT 2016 © JOESLINE
CHAPTER ONE
Marvel Aniston, a writer, dozes off at the start of his day. The sun ray glides through the white curtain of his bedroom.
Many thoughts came through as he searched for the after-episodes in his story. There were sorrow moments and sometimes happiness came in spices to dishes that makes it appetizing.
Suddenly, he stopped his pen. Eyes looked up at the ceiling while lying on his single size bed. For a moment, he thought he had found back the passion in continuing the novel that was still in production.
His eyebrows frowned at the blankness that settled. A wide disappointment crossed his face when he realized he was back to the very beginning again.
It has been umpteen times that he left his stories incomplete.
This was another one again but why?
Where has all his inspirations flow? Where all those magnificent stories that touches every reader whom held his novels in their hands?
There was a long silence as he could feel the pain beneath his breath. A long lost trail of emotions that craved his agony again. Of which he remembered that there was a life once stood in his path. A brilliant story that played of no one would understand how could life be in this act.
Calling with the whispers that caused his ends. He faintly watched his lips forming the word. "Grace..."
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Under the tall and black lamp light where the darkness has covered the horizon, a man in his rain coat sheltered himself with a black umbrella. He waved at times while he patiently waited for an empty cab to pass by.
The drizzling of the rain stained his coat like dark patterns of fashion. It was cold and wet with a little lonely ambiance wrapping him.
He was late for a date, a date that was arranged by his ill mother. This was the seventeenth times that he had gone for matchmaking. Yet, none of it has succeeded into a relationship. Now that his mother lay on the bed, sobbing at the regrets. He couldn't bear seeing her feeling upset of her wish to see her one and only son getting married unfulfilled. Even he denies the purpose, he still went on these arranged dates.
He didn't want love. As a writer of love novels, he knows how love could cause a person to fell. With his own eyes during his young age, he witnessed his father leaving them. His mother had became like a widow with endless of loneliness and heartbroken memories.
It stuttered on him again over his torn apart family. Like it was snatching away his innocence towards believing the beauty of life.
Just then, a cab stopped in front. He settled in before the journey began.
To that somewhere which he will never forget for as long as he breathes...