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Posted 1/4/10 , edited 1/13/10
“The Lone Bench”

By Koko



I’m sitting at my lone bench again. Under the starry night-sky. It’s become a tradition I guess. And whenever I look up at the stars, they connect for me. And shape his face. I feel more at peace under the sky. Sitting on my lone bench.

Not far from him at all.

I saw a family pass me not too long ago, they looked at me strangely when I were to just gaze up at the sky. But that’s only because they don’t understand. I don’t blame them. I am old, too old to be seen sitting on the park bench.

But I couldn't get off it, knowing I wasn't far from him at all. Like a shadow, he was always beside me.

I watched the youths running around and playing with their brothers and sisters, the parents ever so loving. That family had reminded me of mine as well.

I wasn't far from them, either.

I come to this park and sit on my lone bench, everyday. Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter.

Another day passed, and that day a puppy found me. He seemed lost. I picked up the lonely puppy and sat him next to me, on my not so lone bench anymore. He refused to stay far from me and always recommended my lap. I let him sleep there and when he begged for it, I petted him.

I remember having a puppy once, black fur and big curious eyes. It wasn’t far from me, either.

The lost puppy curled its tail around its body, and slept. For the next week or two, it slept close at my side.

And then its owners found him. And I no longer had a friend.

The next morning, I’m still sitting at this lone bench. Alone.

Not far from him at all.

* * * * * *

Today I had more visitors, only because I was sitting at the park, on my lone bench. I saw a man bend to his knee, proposing to his girlfriend. The look on her face made me smile. It actually made me smile. Everyone in the park applauded and the atmosphere made me happy inside.

I remembered such a time of pure joy, but those were youth days, and the long gone past.

When the sun began to set was when everyone left the park, and I was still there. People looked at me again, this time they waved with smiles on their faces. I waved back, but smiled without heart. Happiness was a treasure I could not find anymore.

I had thought everyone left the park. But I was wrong. A young boy that couldn’t have been older than 7 ran up to me with a flower.

“Ma’am? Why do you always sit each day and night at the same bench?” He had asked me. I remember him, he was with one of the families. He played frisbee a couple days ago, and flew a kite. He would glance at me every now and then. He reminded me of someone.

The young boy handed me the flower, and I held it close to my chest. He smiled. But I sneezed, maybe I was alergic to the flower? And at that time I heard his childish laugh. It brought buried feelings alive again.

“Ma’am. . .?” He began again, and looked up into the endless sky as I did, his head searching around trying to figure out what I was searching for, if I was searching for anything.

“...Why do you always sit here alone?” He asked again when both our heads came down.

“Come back tomorrow. And I will tell you.” I told him, my wrinkly old aged lips pulled up into an ugly smile. My bones were very weak, and I knew I would die soon.

The boy nodded and ran off, happily. But the vision of him running up to me with a flower will last forever.

I came back to the park the next day and as promised, I would tell him. The little boy showed up right away. And he was eager for what I promised him yesterday. I held his flower close near my heart. I think everyday now I will.

“So, now you gotta tell me! Why do you always sit on the bench all alone?” He wore a happier grin, and I couldn't help remembering.

I smiled down at him and patted his head. He was an eager one. “What is your name first?”

He pouted, probably thinking I was only stalling. But he smiled and told me his name. It was Noah.

“Noah, do you know what that is over there?” I pointed toward a big black gate. And Noah answered me right away.

“Yeah! Papa says it’s the graveyard! …You come here because of the graveyard?”

I nodded and closed my eyes, at peace. “Yes. I sit here at this lone bench every day. Not far from him at all.”

He stared at me and tilted his head, and looked again to the graveyard. “Him. . .?” He seemed confused, but the look on his face later was the look of realization.

“Oh.” His face fell, and I wished he would smile again for me. One last time would be just fine with me.


Time seemed to stop for me, and the last thing my mind could process was hearing Noah scream as my body fell limp across the bench. His flower still to my heart.
Yes, I sit here alone at this bench every day- but now I lay. Not far from him at all.


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Posted 1/5/10
That sent chills down my spine!!
Poor Noah D: That must be traumatizing, seeing osme old woman die in front of you DX at the age of 7 too =w=

GOOD STORY NOT PHAIL OwO
At first, before someone actually talked to her, I thought she already was dead and it was her ghost sitting there or something .____.
Poor old lady T____T
All the people she'd loved were gone D:
Posted 1/5/10 , edited 1/5/10
heh thanxs O:
yea that WOULD be creepy ._. and at a park D:
and and i had it COMPLETLY diff before, but i did some serious editing >]
like, she WAS a ghost just sitting there, "not far from him at all."
and then she mentions teh graveyard and then, "oooohhh~"

but i wanted someone to smile at her before she go byebye T-T
& THANKS :] i dont think it fails ;3

Posted 1/13/10
D: WAHHH
I just got around to reading this T.T

The pic of the flower on the bench fits PERFECTLY :O
awesome</3
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O.O . . . Lol I got all tingly when she died....
I likes it though =) Good story. If I wasn't lazy and emotionally retarded, I'd add more to my story. -_-' I really should do that soon....
Posted 1/14/10 , edited 1/14/10
LOL
"Emotionally retarded" xD
IKNOWTHATFEELING XD

and thanxs =w=
i would...be freaked out if an old person died in front of me like that
Dx
AND YESSSSS, UPDATEEUPDATE (:
Posted 1/14/10
"@animee: Thanxs OwO
I was lookin threw pics and found it and was like, "OMG PERFECT NO MORE LOOKING AROUND."
=w=
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lol Koko-chan and Meg-chan =w=
I hope I'm not emotionally retarded =w=
That would sadden me too much D: I LIKE MY EMOTIONS DX

OOOHH BUT UPDATES 8D
Sounds fun >:D
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ember1116 wrote:

lol Koko-chan and Meg-chan =w=
I hope I'm not emotionally retarded =w=
That would sadden me too much D: I LIKE MY EMOTIONS DX

OOOHH BUT UPDATES 8D
Sounds fun >:D


But I am emotionally retarded, or immature.
The naming confuses me.
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Emotionally retarded doesn't mean Immature Angelo =w=

Straight from Urban Dictionary :: "used to describe someone who is incapable of understanding or communicating their true feelings or emotions.
1. Emotionally ignorant to the various levels of emotion. Only expresses emotion in black or white - angry or happy. Doesn’t know how to differentiate the emotional shades of gray in between.
2. Often afraid that people will look down on them for expressing their true emotions.
3. Tend to convince themselves that they are feeling a certain way to cover up their true feelings."


So yes, in a way, you are a bit emotionally retarded ^^'
But don't worry, we'll never look down on you for expressing your true feelings ^^

But still, emotionally retarded isn't immature ^^
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ember1116 wrote:

Emotionally retarded doesn't mean Immature Angelo =w=

Straight from Urban Dictionary :: "used to describe someone who is incapable of understanding or communicating their true feelings or emotions.
1. Emotionally ignorant to the various levels of emotion. Only expresses emotion in black or white - angry or happy. Doesn’t know how to differentiate the emotional shades of gray in between.
2. Often afraid that people will look down on them for expressing their true emotions.
3. Tend to convince themselves that they are feeling a certain way to cover up their true feelings."


So yes, in a way, you are a bit emotionally retarded ^^'
But don't worry, we'll never look down on you for expressing your true feelings ^^

But still, emotionally retarded isn't immature ^^


Since you're not gonna look down on me, yay! :]
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Posted 1/14/10
We've already said it so many times Angelo ^^'
Don't you trust us by now?
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ember1116 wrote:

We've already said it so many times Angelo ^^'
Don't you trust us by now?


I do trust you and the others, hence me saying yay. :]
Posted 1/14/10
o_o
LOL
I like it how you guys change subject so fast =w= [OMG TYPED FAT AGAIN @ FIRST O_O]
Emotional retardedness owo....WEEEE
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XDDD
Koko-chan, what is it with you and FAT??
=w=
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