Cry Tears Of Silver !

Connor Griffiths, quite a simple boy by nature, but by love his life changes dramatically, from the quiet simple boy, to the complicated, attention seeking, love hound. But in the end this tale shall either end in silver tears of joy, or silver tears of depression

Life did not seem bright for me on the gloomy day of March 2009, the only ray of sunshine was the fact that I had a promised love from someone who had an exceeding passion for me. I did not forget this ray of hope that shone out from the clouds above. I did only ever look towards the sky in a matter of enlightenment but now I saw a new meaning at looking up at the clouds, my mind wandered aimlessly along the possibilities of having the love I've craved for oh so long a time. The phone rang, I came round from my half conscious state, and dashed for the phone on the side of the sofa, it was the call I was waiting for, my Granddad was picking me up for my doctors appointment. I always did but worry about my own health, and feared the worst for my body, the pains were never there before, until five or six days before, but I was suspicious that they were underlying problems. I put the phone down after no more than a minute, after muttering a few lifeless words down the phone.

I did not expect such a rapid response as to what I got with my grandfather, within the ten minutes of the phone caressing the arm of the leather sofa, he was there, knocking upon the sturdy green door, which was the safeguard that protected me against every evil thing in the world. My courage this day suffered a huge boost, which made me change the attitude I had completely towards many people.

Walk Along The Promenade!

Dark days did proceed the cold winter nights of January, but Becca did not realise the trouble she was facing as she took the "slow walk along the promenade" to meet the one true person that did make her feel like a woman.

Chapter 1:

August, 27th 2009. Becca Swain did try not to burn on this day, but she could not control the sun's piercing rays penetrating her skin, to give her the "flushed" effect. Her efforts to remain pale did once amuse her friends, as they would walk aimlessly along the beach promenade, the air tinged with salt, and the sun high in the sky. Ten past one signalled midday for Becca, she gazed at the stalls littering the promenade wondering which was really the best out of them all, but one thing she did not see was that her friends, James, Connor, Laura, Beth and Emma, had wandered off down to the stall opposite, and were looking straight at Becca , but with her mind wandering towards the bright colours and flavours coming from the aromatic stall, she did not notice at all that all her friends were shouting at her. Becca's hands wandered towards the smell of this unknown stall, but her mind was concious of her friends shouting at her. Her mind raced away from the smell to notice her friends at the drinks stall, Becca's face followed her sense of movement, gaunt and sluggish, her face had fallen. Wondering what had happened, Connor did ask, "Becca, oit, wake up, you alright!?" with a cheesy grin on his face.

"Yeah, Fine, why?" snapped Becca. Connor's faced surprised at this answer did say nothing, but just went off, and carried on with his battle of skating upon tarmac. Why did Becca snap? Was there a main reason?

Chapter 2:

August 27th 2009. Becca had snapped at Connor, but why? did she have some sort of hate towards him? or was she just generally annoyed? 3 hours gone now, and it's half past four. Becca still sluggish in facial tone, and bodily functions wandered aimlessly with her friends down the promenade which was pulsating like a heart beat. Time was diminishing fast, and ninety minutes was left, till the sun started to slowly fall from the sky and gently kiss the horizon, till the line that was full of mystery and fire, swallowed the star that gave life to the small creatures that caressed Becca's arms as she paid no attention to the direction of her travels. "Becca?!" where was the call from? "Becca?!" The call again? Becca looking round frantically trying to figure out, using all her senses, where the calls of what sounded distress and impatience where coming from, she found it! The band stand, her friends where sat in the middle. James and Connor circling the small Victorian style structure, clockwise and anti-clockwise on their skates, weaving in and out of people. Becca took the courage to run past them when they were at their slowest, to skulk towards the middle of the rustic stand to sit and converse with her friends.

(Not the end of Chapter two, not just yet ;D )

To Be Continued, Connor Griffiths x