As if reading my mind her soft voice broke through the silence that was steadily growing louder as morning approached. "I'm happy," she said "so happy that all I can do is cry." I didn't know what to say so I said nothing as I could feel my heart swell with love and pride. The shy, lonely girl I met 2 years ago was now a strong independent young lady.
I heard her take a deep breath as we watched the first layer of the night change to a dark grey. The sand was about to run out. The clock was about to stop ticking. It was my turn to sigh deeply, inhaling the cool damp air and the faint smell of lavender from her hair. I sat up and looked at her still lying on the grass with eyes closed. I slid closer to her and took one last long look at her to keep forever in my heart.
I could see her lips begin to tremble and see her closed eyes shut a little more tightly knowing she was trying to hold back more tears. "Don't cry beautiful, everything will be alright, you'll see, after all memories last forever." I said as softly and sweetly as I could as I held back my own pain.
This was the moment I loved and also dreaded, knowing I had done my job and now had to say goodbye. Swallowing back my own private tears and ignoring the familiar sting behind my eyelids and the burning that was slowly growing in intensity in my throat.
I let a few moments go by to allow myself to calm down and collect strength. I looked up at the sky and as I watched the first few rays of sunlight lighten the sky I knew it was time. I took a deep breath and with all my strength I focused all my attention away from the tingling forming on my fingertips that was quickly spreading over my hands and arms.
When I looked at her again she was already looking at me and in that moment we smiled softly as we curled into each other's arms and with all our strength we held onto each other as tightly as we could.
At the very last second I kissed her forehead knowing as our grip loosened she would open her eyes and I wouldn't be there, but in her memory I would always stay and that was more than enough for me, her imaginary friend.
This is so beautiful, I don't even have enough words to describe how beautiful this is.
It reminded me of all the special guys in my life that I felt spent time with me in my dreams too, under a real sky...
Thank you for writing this.
I know you won a DD and all, and that's probably the only reason why I am here to see this, but that being said, I think it'd be a lot more moving if instead of focusing so intently on the imagery they are surrounded in, focused more on the memories they shared.
Even if you've never had an imaginary friend, it's not that hard to 'imagine' as it were, what kind of things you may have done as a kid that made sense to you at the time, but as an adult may have seemed ridiculous. For example, I remember when the movie starship troopers came out, me and all my friends ran around the playground at my elementary pretending to be a squad of soldiers taking out giant alien insects with our state of the art weaponry. I think most of us "played pretend" when we were kids growing up, and if you have too, you could pull on that as a reference.
If you focused more on the memories shared, I'm sure you could even get people who've never had an imaginary friend like yourself, crying by the time you made it to the last line. If you need a movie for reference, you could maybe check out the film "Drop Dead Fred" as the entire movie is about a grown up girl, who meets her old imaginary friend, and how she finally grows up from her childhood, late in her adulthood.
I'm a writer, I should know, and no it's not "harder". There are different styles of writing just as there are different styles of art, and if an artist for example only draws cartoons, they have not explored the technicalities of drawing live people, that could greatly improve their technique.
As far as using imagery, no, it's actually pretty easy, since all you have to do for imagery is think about what physical qualities of the world you find you'd like to describe and then describe it. It's much harder to convey and describe feelings, or personal philosophies without sounding like a fool. So in fact, the truth of the matter is in comparison to describing things we cannot touch, see, or often explain, looking out your window and writing that down is much much easier.
That aside, since you clearly weren't paying any attention, I said that if they didn't focus so intently on the imagery and focused a little more on the memories shared, they could have likely drawn more people in, or even had people crying by the end. As a writer, incorporating more than one things is very important, and they were obviously leaning too heavily on the imagery side, while the imagery itself was sometimes repetitive or redundant. If they gave background to these characters, so we knew what they were like, and what they did, everyone would likely become attached to them and their exploits, so that by the time you got to the end, you're bawling because now you have empathetic feelings rather than a scene with very little to relate to.
As for why SHE won the DD it doesn't really matter to me. Winning a DD is everything and nothing. It's a brief splotlight moment while it can also be the break through people need to get more known. All in all, it's nice, but not that big a deal.
You brought out the essence of WHAT-IS-NEXT eagerness into it..
I enjoyed reading it..
Excellent effort and it came out well too..
I am not a great critic but still I shared what I felt ...