Young Adult Teen Girl First Person Fiction Narration Sad Moody
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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My favorite place to stand in the whole world is Bitner Peak at sunset. Something about the way the light reflects off the tree tops below a sad slant of yellow and gold that fades slowly to gray reminds me of life. The fragility of it, the way it inevitably fades to nothing. It is the symbol of all I've lost and everything I will one day become and when it fades to black like the curtain at the end of the play, the finality is so tangible. You can taste it. The air changes and becomes heavier like a cloak you can't shake and inside it hangs every sad thought that's ever existed and you must find a way to carry it with you or fall under its weight. That's what I was doing now, trying to find a way to carry the weight. I watched as the last of the light faded into purplish gray. Somewhere over the farthest peak of the rocky mountains, feeling whatever little bit of emotion I carried inside me leaking away with the setting sun. When the darkness was complete, I stood empty and alone the way I liked it. If you were empty. You couldn't feel pain or loss or loneliness. Grandma used to say an empty jar was bad luck. You have to take the bad with the good. She would tell me half filled jars lined her kitchen window sill, a sign of Cherokee optimism. She'd say who knew what was in those jars? I never asked her to her. It didn't matter as long as they weren't empty. I tried drinking one once and choked on vinegar after that. I steered clear fine with not knowing if grandma was still alive. She'd probably tell me to snap out of it to feel something, anything and quit walking around like an empty shell. But she wasn't here and she couldn't possibly know the deep cutting pain that would consume me if I let it, I had to keep it out empty was better than that kind of pain.
Tags
Damsel In Distress, Generation X, Generation Y, Girl Next Door, Teenager, Authentic, Brooding, Calm, Confessional, Deadpan, Lyrical, Measured, Mellow, Moody, Emotional, North American (General), North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes), North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)