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TOPIC: .His Story.


WindClan Warrior

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.His Story.


Okay, this is going to be the story I write about. For real this time.
Called:

His Story

Inspiration: Emerson Drive's song Moments
The video of Emerson Drive's song moments is perfect for the song and the story behind it is amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzriEXPJ1-k

A man walks on to a bridge with a letter in his hand.
His life seemed like it could've been better. When the man begins to lift his leg to climb over the bridge railing a homeless man walks up to him asking for change. 
Getting some change from the man the homeless man begins telling the other man how his life had been before.
His good and bad moments.
As the two men step away from the bridge railing, and sit at the curve emotions pour out, and the man who had thought about jumping the bridge realizes it's not worth it.
Everyone has their moments.

Plot:
Harvey Hayward was living the dream.
Amazing job, car, great family and friends.
Beautiful house, and wife, and little baby girl.
But when a freak car accident happens in front of his house, involving his wife and baby girl.
 Everything spirals out of control.
His job goes bankrupt and he gets laid off, his car is towed, he becomes more and more distant with everyone and seems alone in the world.
That is until he makes his way onto a bridge and meets a man that will change his life forever.

Main Characters:

["Waiting here in this rainfall, feeling so small]
Harvey Hayward
A man with everything he could ever want. Until his life comes tumbling down and his heart breaks a thousand times everyday.

[...this dream was not suppose to break"]

["My arms are wide open & we'll always be...]
Nelly Hayward
The love of his life, who had huge heart and always figured out a way to solve his problems.
[...right here waiting, staying strong..."]

["I'll always be  apart of you...]
Kristi Hayward
His life. The reason he worked everything out no matter how hard it was. She broke him down and took all the tears he cried that fateful day.
[trust your soul know it's always true..."]


["Come on and lift me up to a better way...]
Curtis Richmon
He lost everything as well, yet found that small light in life. If he hadn't been there would there have been a story?
[...open up a smile on another face, so I can feel something new"]

["It was long enough...]
Joe Rivers [Joey]
I listened to Curtis' story evertime he told it. When the day came were he had to go I knew it was my job to tell it, and tell the world about Harvey Hayward and how his life changed in just one moment.
[...to last forever]

"

"

The Story's Parts:
Part 1/Section1: "...Like it was yesterday."  [POSTED ON PG. 1]

Part 1/section2: Not posted yet



-- Edited by Paintedleaf on Saturday 30th of October 2010 01:16:08 AM

-- Edited by Paintedleaf on Saturday 30th of October 2010 01:34:44 AM



-- Edited by Paintedleaf on Wednesday 30th of March 2011 07:37:25 PM



-- Edited by Paintedleaf on Saturday 9th of April 2011 10:33:40 PM

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But I'd be yours if you'd be mine.

So L O V E the one you H O L D

& I'll be your G O L D ... to have & to H O L D

.The Lover of the Light.



WindClan Warrior

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RE: [His Story]


So...I decided since I nothing to do right now, Im gonna finally start on that story I layed out like months ago. It'll be in parts since I'll mainly be on my ds, and I can't write alot on it. I'm gonna make it up as I go along too(That means I'll have to reread some things to make sure I don't get certain things wrong) XD Anywyas this is mostly just for my entertainment when I'm bored but anyone is welcome to read aswell. Just warning you now though. It's a pretty sad story in the beginning. Anyways here it goes....   

 

Part 1/Section1: Like it was yesterday...

December 26th 2010.

The day after christmas. The day a man who changed a hundred lives over and over again including my own died on the steps of a small church. Crazy huh? How can you feel good inside, be happy, look at life through the eyes of someone who sees the glass half full when something like that happpens, especially to someone close to you.

"R.I.P Curtis Richmon. An amazing friend, and hero. "

The small slate in the corner of the cemetary spelled the words out in small letters. I couldn't bear to look at it, because if I did memories would flow back in an instant. Memories of our good times together and bad. Mostly good though. Curtis always had a way of making things alright. I smiled, looking up at the sky knowing he was watching over me, his family, friends, and even Harvey. Boy, does that name bring back memories. Harvey Hayward the man who had the perfect life, and watched it all crash in minutes. I couldn't help but look down. Something in me just told me I had to look at the grave one more time. A picture of Curtis was positioned on the corner of the grave and for a second I swear it winked at me and smiled. I didn't dare blink. I didn't want to, because before I knew it I was swept away in my mind, back in time. Back when Curtis and I were standing by that trashcan fire, telling stories, and making jokes.

"Alright Joey enough of that nonsense. It's time you here a real story. The story of Harvey Hayward." Curtis' voice rang in my ears.

Oh. I remember that story. I remember every word, every person, and every pause he took telling it. I think it would be right to retell it just this once for old Curtis' sake.

 

PREVIEW TO SECTION 2:

   Now let's see...Oh yes! Curtis' always started his stories with a fairy tale beginning. Well just the first line...

It was a cold, and windy January 1st just like any other January 1st. Adults with enough sense in their minds were in their homes curled up next to a fireplace or heater. While the usual to-cool-to-care kids were freezing their butts off trying to seem like the snow around them didn't effect them, with their thin jackets, and expensive sneakers on, but in their minds they were swearing at eachother hoping someone would give in and go home that way they can that person a chicken. In reality the ones who stayed out were chickens. No sense at all. Harvey Hayward loved watching these kids freeze, and sometimes he would put his front yard sprinkler on just for the heck of it. Hey, it was the kids' fault for not thinking...  



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But I'd be yours if you'd be mine.

So L O V E the one you H O L D

& I'll be your G O L D ... to have & to H O L D

.The Lover of the Light.

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