20th October
Whoo! So, it's Friday today. And the end of the school term. Which, can only mean one thing. Holiday! I have a one week break next week to relax, or do my homework, or prepare for Nano. Either way... I'm happy. I also did some more writing last night, Jor suggested we do one the writing prompts.
Fresh Start
It was the first day of the rest of her life. She walked outside, feeling sure of herself for the first time in years. She wasn't sure of anything else though.
Work on as many writing muscles here as you can. What is the day like outside? Where did she walk out from...a bus maybe, a hospital, a drug rehab, a college, a home, ect? Who is she? What's made her sure of herself when the rest of her world is so in doubt? Where is she going to go first? Why? Is there someone she wants to see? Why?
That's what mine's all about. it's allover crap, and doesn't make much sense. But I had fun writing it. So I don't care. 762 words, at 11 at night. Not bad, for saying I was ubertired.
Fresh Start.
I took a tentative step outside, the air was mild, and a bitter breeze blew from the north. I pulled my scarf closer around my neck, and closed the dark, oak door behind me. I looked cautiously around muyself, slipping out into the street quietly. Today was the day I started my new life. Yesterday I had told my father what I was going to do with my life, and I had survived. Which is surprisingly good considering what he did to my brother. Last night I managed to keep myself from going mad in Limbo. That was almost as bad as hell- not a term to be used lightly, but here I was. Steeping out into the light. Lifting my nose to the breeze and inhaling the soft, sweet smells of pine, snow and fresh cookies. I smiled.
The bus station loomed into view as I walked closer. I saw an old woman shuffle my way. She took a long look at my face, scanned her birds-eyes over my features, then gasped. I shook my head to show her that she was wrong.
"It’s alright Dorris. I’ve changed. I’m nice now. I’m not going to hurt you." I offered her the choice to talk to me, which she declined politely, then proceeded to tell me about her son. I was very inclined to feel guilty with this new show of kindness, because it was me who put her son into the farmyard display unit in the first place. I sat and chatted with her for half an hour, until her bus came. She waved goodbye from inside the the large mobile contraption, smiling at me through the dirty glass. In thirty seconds she had turned away, and it was obvious she had forgotten me.
Gathering my coat about me, I stepped away from the bus shelter and out into the wind. I felt the icy breath rush over my body and lower my body temperature over so slightly. This was weird. I was used to such hot temperatures back home. Pulling my gloves out of my pockets, I headed into town, to visit Smith. The baker.
Along the road I noticed the tumbling of dead leaves, the torrents of water falling into the waterfountain in the city centre. I smiled to myself. That’s my old life. I thought. And I’m not going back. The thought brought immense pleasure, and I increased my speed to get out of the cold.
As I approached the baker’s on 49th Street, I began to hum a little tune to myself. Something I hadn’t allowed myself to do in a while. I was glad that father hadn’t decided to smite me down. I much prefered being human, and good. It was better too, because now I could eat food.
I entered the shop to the tinkling of a brass bell above the door. I was immeadiately assaulted by a number of wonderful smells. There was bread, and dough, and cookies. I grinned and followed my feet up to the counter. The man stood behind it was tall and thin, not at all like you’d expect from a man who cooks for a living. He has a mop of curly black hair that fell into his eyes and piercing blue eyes.
"Hullo Smith." I said, waving my hand, a little embarrassedly. "How’re you?" Smith continued setting up fresh bread on the counter before turning to talk to me.
"Back again, eah?" He grunted, rather agressively.
"Yeah," I replied. "I wanted to stop by and say sorry. I have some money here for that stuff I took last week. And the week before, and.. I just have all the money I owe you." Smith scowled at me, unsure whether to believe my unlikely story. Yeah right, the devil’s daughter? Apologising? Don’t have a laugh. But it was true.
"Seriously." I said, anxious to prove myself to him. "I have it here, with me right now." I pulled a tiny package out of my pocket and stroked it softly before shoving it onto the counter. "There’s everything there, from right back way." I smiled politely, and watched as he picked up the package and opened it up to reveal at least ten fifty dollar bills. They were magicked money, of course. I’d get the real stuff when I got a job.
"Thanks." He said, rather perturbed. "Why the sudden change?"
"Because," I replied simply. "I’ve turned over a new leaf. Made a fresh start. And I want to start by apologising, then inviting you to dinner."
Only 12 days to go until Nano begins!
Fresh Start
It was the first day of the rest of her life. She walked outside, feeling sure of herself for the first time in years. She wasn't sure of anything else though.
Work on as many writing muscles here as you can. What is the day like outside? Where did she walk out from...a bus maybe, a hospital, a drug rehab, a college, a home, ect? Who is she? What's made her sure of herself when the rest of her world is so in doubt? Where is she going to go first? Why? Is there someone she wants to see? Why?
That's what mine's all about. it's allover crap, and doesn't make much sense. But I had fun writing it. So I don't care. 762 words, at 11 at night. Not bad, for saying I was ubertired.
Fresh Start.
I took a tentative step outside, the air was mild, and a bitter breeze blew from the north. I pulled my scarf closer around my neck, and closed the dark, oak door behind me. I looked cautiously around muyself, slipping out into the street quietly. Today was the day I started my new life. Yesterday I had told my father what I was going to do with my life, and I had survived. Which is surprisingly good considering what he did to my brother. Last night I managed to keep myself from going mad in Limbo. That was almost as bad as hell- not a term to be used lightly, but here I was. Steeping out into the light. Lifting my nose to the breeze and inhaling the soft, sweet smells of pine, snow and fresh cookies. I smiled.
The bus station loomed into view as I walked closer. I saw an old woman shuffle my way. She took a long look at my face, scanned her birds-eyes over my features, then gasped. I shook my head to show her that she was wrong.
"It’s alright Dorris. I’ve changed. I’m nice now. I’m not going to hurt you." I offered her the choice to talk to me, which she declined politely, then proceeded to tell me about her son. I was very inclined to feel guilty with this new show of kindness, because it was me who put her son into the farmyard display unit in the first place. I sat and chatted with her for half an hour, until her bus came. She waved goodbye from inside the the large mobile contraption, smiling at me through the dirty glass. In thirty seconds she had turned away, and it was obvious she had forgotten me.
Gathering my coat about me, I stepped away from the bus shelter and out into the wind. I felt the icy breath rush over my body and lower my body temperature over so slightly. This was weird. I was used to such hot temperatures back home. Pulling my gloves out of my pockets, I headed into town, to visit Smith. The baker.
Along the road I noticed the tumbling of dead leaves, the torrents of water falling into the waterfountain in the city centre. I smiled to myself. That’s my old life. I thought. And I’m not going back. The thought brought immense pleasure, and I increased my speed to get out of the cold.
As I approached the baker’s on 49th Street, I began to hum a little tune to myself. Something I hadn’t allowed myself to do in a while. I was glad that father hadn’t decided to smite me down. I much prefered being human, and good. It was better too, because now I could eat food.
I entered the shop to the tinkling of a brass bell above the door. I was immeadiately assaulted by a number of wonderful smells. There was bread, and dough, and cookies. I grinned and followed my feet up to the counter. The man stood behind it was tall and thin, not at all like you’d expect from a man who cooks for a living. He has a mop of curly black hair that fell into his eyes and piercing blue eyes.
"Hullo Smith." I said, waving my hand, a little embarrassedly. "How’re you?" Smith continued setting up fresh bread on the counter before turning to talk to me.
"Back again, eah?" He grunted, rather agressively.
"Yeah," I replied. "I wanted to stop by and say sorry. I have some money here for that stuff I took last week. And the week before, and.. I just have all the money I owe you." Smith scowled at me, unsure whether to believe my unlikely story. Yeah right, the devil’s daughter? Apologising? Don’t have a laugh. But it was true.
"Seriously." I said, anxious to prove myself to him. "I have it here, with me right now." I pulled a tiny package out of my pocket and stroked it softly before shoving it onto the counter. "There’s everything there, from right back way." I smiled politely, and watched as he picked up the package and opened it up to reveal at least ten fifty dollar bills. They were magicked money, of course. I’d get the real stuff when I got a job.
"Thanks." He said, rather perturbed. "Why the sudden change?"
"Because," I replied simply. "I’ve turned over a new leaf. Made a fresh start. And I want to start by apologising, then inviting you to dinner."
Only 12 days to go until Nano begins!
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