I wrote poems and short stories all through my childhood, but the first story that seemed to move others I wrote in college. It was about a young lady whose ex boyfriend marries her sister. She is still in love with him, and sits out on the cliffs and cries during the wedding. I cried while I wrote the story. I have never since gotten so emotionally involved in a story I wrote. I think I was exploring my relationship with my own sister. We were not extremely close. I felt that she always out did me , and shined above. My stories today do not veer into my psyche. They are not therapy they focus on my imagination. It might be good if I could write another story that could move me to tears as I wrote it. I no longer have this story. For years I guarded it, as one of my treasures. It made me feel like I was baring my soul. When I read it in class it got great responses. They even thought I had a signature style. Now a days I do not have a real style. You can not read my story and know it is mine. I write according to the vocal challenge. I have started several longer stories on my own. I keep meaning to expand my vocal stories. I tend to write more fantasy, about a world in the future or some obscure planet. It is never a perfect world, there is always some life lesson in it.
In my real life my sister did not end up marrying my ex boyfriend. Although I always felt she shined above me. I no longer break down in tears about our relationship. I was always a little afraid that my fictional story would forecast my future, but it didn't.
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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