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It's Come!!!
Dear Fabien is finally out!! Hooray!!! I'm so excited, as I present to you the cover...
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Just cross the bridge to where I am...
Dear Fabien is a story told through the eyes of Emília, in a series of letters. As she writes to her love Fabien, she describes the demons that haunt her constantly.
Read on the Exchange:
thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=197043
Read on my website:
www.freewebs.com/sarahsstorypage/DF1.htm
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Dear Fabien,
Today I sat in the café for two and a half hours, watching the traffic lights turn from amber to red, the final colours of a dying sunset as the night overtakes it. I didn’t think, I didn’t feel; I just watched. I was free. For one moment as the light turned from red to green, I imagined I was a bird. I’d like to be a bird. Do birds feel, I wonder? Do they know pleasure or pain, hope or despair? I hope they don’t. Bird’s lives seem so uncomplicated. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to soar through the heavens; feeling nothing but the rush of the wind, the promise of freedom? What is freedom but an empty promise?
I hope when I die I become a bird. Perhaps at my death my soul will grow wings and take to the skies, with no earthly bond to hold it back; no hands, no legs, no beating heart. No feelings, no heartbreak; no promises. Just the deep blue sky, stretching on forever.
It seems to me this state of despair is what tempts one to write masterpieces. Is this how Von Goethe felt when he dreamed up Werther? Did Tolstoy feel this emotion when he met Karenina? When Quasimodo breathed was Hugo wrought with this heaviness, was Shakespeare this deep in despair when he brought Romeo, Juliet, Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello, to life?
Perhaps I am already dead, my soul not yet free from the prison of my body. But surely death would not be so painful. I must be alive, then.
Why does my heart bleed? It is love; for what else could elevate my heart to such dizzying heights when I am with you, then plunge me to the unyielding ground when you turn away? The truth is, my heart has bled since the day I left you. Without you, I am drowning in a sea. The only comfort in my mind is that you will come for me soon. Very soon, we will be together again. Perhaps then, we can sail through the skies forevermore, two souls eternally bound together. I love you.
_____________________________
It's Come!!!
Dear Fabien is finally out!! Hooray!!! I'm so excited, as I present to you the cover...
_____________________________________
Just cross the bridge to where I am...
Dear Fabien is a story told through the eyes of Emília, in a series of letters. As she writes to her love Fabien, she describes the demons that haunt her constantly.
Read on the Exchange:
thesims2.ea.com/exchange/story_detail.php?asset_id=197043
Read on my website:
www.freewebs.com/sarahsstorypage/DF1.htm
_____________________________
Dear Fabien,
Today I sat in the café for two and a half hours, watching the traffic lights turn from amber to red, the final colours of a dying sunset as the night overtakes it. I didn’t think, I didn’t feel; I just watched. I was free. For one moment as the light turned from red to green, I imagined I was a bird. I’d like to be a bird. Do birds feel, I wonder? Do they know pleasure or pain, hope or despair? I hope they don’t. Bird’s lives seem so uncomplicated. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to soar through the heavens; feeling nothing but the rush of the wind, the promise of freedom? What is freedom but an empty promise?
I hope when I die I become a bird. Perhaps at my death my soul will grow wings and take to the skies, with no earthly bond to hold it back; no hands, no legs, no beating heart. No feelings, no heartbreak; no promises. Just the deep blue sky, stretching on forever.
It seems to me this state of despair is what tempts one to write masterpieces. Is this how Von Goethe felt when he dreamed up Werther? Did Tolstoy feel this emotion when he met Karenina? When Quasimodo breathed was Hugo wrought with this heaviness, was Shakespeare this deep in despair when he brought Romeo, Juliet, Hamlet, Macbeth, Othello, to life?
Perhaps I am already dead, my soul not yet free from the prison of my body. But surely death would not be so painful. I must be alive, then.
Why does my heart bleed? It is love; for what else could elevate my heart to such dizzying heights when I am with you, then plunge me to the unyielding ground when you turn away? The truth is, my heart has bled since the day I left you. Without you, I am drowning in a sea. The only comfort in my mind is that you will come for me soon. Very soon, we will be together again. Perhaps then, we can sail through the skies forevermore, two souls eternally bound together. I love you.
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