Hii everybody! 😊🙋♀️ Maybe it is nice to have another forum for stories and poems. The last one is of a while back (I can search it and will post later below the other ones)!! So if you would like to share a story or poem you can do that here and maybe others can read it or write comments or give tips. Anybody can post who wants it. 🙏❤️❤️
I wrote a story already some weeks ago but i wanted to share it. Sorry that it is not a really good story but it is just that i felt like writing it. 🙄🙄
What if?
Li Ling was waiting behind the closed curtains. She could hear the voices of people coming to take their seats. Her heart was going so fast it was like drums in a silent room. Maybe others would notice it too.
What if people would not like it? What if she made mistakes as the ONLY one? And what if it all just went wrong? She knew that what if questions are just your mind being like a rabbit that is chased by a fox. That is what her grandmom once said. What if everything goes right she used to ask back? What if it is all good even when things may not go as planned. Maybe it was not what she said, but the way that she talked to Li Ling that made her feel calm. But she was not here. And she was not in the room. But Li Ling was and she could not escape. The stage was a place to shine, but now it felt like a prison.
Her breathing got faster and faster. Any moment it could start. There is no way back. Hearing the silence suddenly in the room and the lights turning off, Li Ling held her breath. The curtains opened and the lights blinded a bit so she could not really see who was looking at her. No time to think and Li Ling forgot her what if. It worked...
Relieved and happy she was no longer alone. The lights turned up and the seats became alive again. People were moving and nobody was laughing or judging. Or at least it seemed that way. She almost collapsed as her friend from class hugged her saying it was awesome and she cant wait until the second performance later that day!!
Wait...second performance? That is right, Li Ling forgot that too. But now she remembers. And she also remembers her what if. Because what if things go different that time? And what if the "trick" to get calm does not work the same?
Almost a year later the what if ghost is still here, but not so powerful in the same way. It is like you learn to breathe even when you are still underwater. A trick that Li Ling learned was to write all the what ifs on small mini papers. And put them in a small box that is actually for jewelry. But in the box is nothing that shines. But all the what ifs that Li Ling could think of. On stage there is no time for what ifs. They will have to wait until she gets back.
PS: I know the story is not really strong but it is the first time i shared it. It is bc maybe it helps also others who maybe have what ifs. Thank you for reading it. 🙏🙏
