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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: Star Gazer
By Freaks RUS


My girlfriend broke up with me today. I cried. Then I called and asked her if sheíd like to go to the Planetarium with me this weekend. When you think about it, thatís really not such a bad response, now is it? What to do next; that question spawns utter creativity in me every time it comes up. Too bad I donít always think to ask it, even when apropos. I could use a little extra creativity from time to time. She broke up with me, said it was over, but unless she has a change of heart between now and Sunday, weíre going to the Planetarium. I know that seems surreal, it felt so when I thought of doing it, when I did it, and when she falteringly accepted. Weíre broken up, I know that, but whatís the use in belaboring that point? My problem has always been laboring anywayÖlaboring over what I want from her, and what sheís willing to give. Itís the scab I just canít stop picking lately; thus the breakup. She has a son. Heís a pistol. He likes me just fine, but he hates what I stand for, which is simply someone other than his father. He wants the fairy tale, canít give it up. Heís ten, and I wonder how long it will take him to realize that life doesnít always give you the fairy tale, and no, momís not getting back with dad. I canít fault him though; Iím thirty-four, and I want the fairy tale too. But she canít give either of us what weíre looking for. She canít move in with me and live happily ever after, because he has such a very hard time with my existence that heíll make all of our lives hell if I move one step closer. She canít get back with her ex because, like I said, life doesnít always give us the fairy tale. I donít know who holds the rights to my deepest sympathies over this - mother, son, or me. I take turns with each. Life is a mess, and the messes we make for ourselves give birth to even more messes. But whatís next? Sunday is next; that I do know. It always comes right after Saturday. Iíll count on that at least. Maybe we all must give up on our individual fairy tales. Maybe thatís the only way we can write a new story. Fairy tales donít need to exist in real life as long as some form of redemption does. Iíve heard tell that redemption is real. Iíve heard a story of redemption that beats all of the fairy tales Iíve ever heard. Iíll put my faith in that, try to let go of the rest, and go to the Planetarium on Sunday. I wonít plan on much after that. I donít know how it will go. Good or bad though, when Sunday comes and goes Iíll try not to labor over it too much. Iíll try to remember to simply ask again, whatís next?

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LauraLee Shaw02/14/08
Ah, thank goodness as Christians, we'll get our happy ending in Heaven. Now that's a fairy tale worth writing about! :)
Thanks for sharing...
c clemons02/15/08
This read more like your thoughts in a diary, not an article. Very hard to read with out punctuation or line divisions. Keep the reader in mind when writing. It was on topic though. Keep practicing and believe me it gets better.