Part Four - Other People

Her fingers darted quickly across the keyboard as she wrote down every last thought in her head. One day she would be known for her brilliance.

Writing had always been her forte, but this time there was something different. The girl didn't even have to think: the words just came flowing out of her. She had abandoned eight different stories that she had been working on for this. It was something completely new and amazing.

If only she had been able to express herself this well earlier.

She stopped momentarily so that she could check the time. Her family would be home soon and she couldn't afford the interruption. The keys clicked madly as the girls fingers, sore from a day of writing and nail biting, moved mesmerisingly from word to word.

She wrote of the "cacophonous silence" and the "juvenility of the human mind." The page slowly filled with well thought out, witty metaphors and harsh juxtapositions. This truly was to be her Magnum Opus.

As her parents car pulled into the driveway she hit print and left the room. There wasn't even time for her to read the letter again herself.

As the door openned she ran up to the third floor.


It was her Magnum Opus.

It was her final letter.