Okay, so I finally got a little bit of time to set this up. As of today, on the 6th September, 2012 29th of August, 2012, I will begin my writing journal. I may not be able to come online every single day, but I will try.
My plans for the prompts? To do them in order. From the first day up to the last. I would probably confuse myself otherwise. It will be much easier for me if I keep them in the order that they are listed.
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About me? If anyone is interested, here is a brief introduction. RoleplayingMewMew here. My pen name is Neko(猫). I enjoy writing, reading and - occationally - drawing. Trivial fact? Sure, why not. A huge fan for anything based around anime and/or manga. I consider myself to be a young writer - being under the age of 21. Indepth, constructive critism is always accepted for my work. Pleased to meet you, and good luck to everyone in this challenge.
UPDATE: I don't know what I am suppose to do now. I expected to have a good fortnight or so before things got chaotic again for getting things ready to go back to college. I have been really busy. I have written some of the prompts, but a lot of them are WIP and I haven't really had a chance to type them up on word or on here yet. I guess I will change the start date. I don't mind if this makes the prize at the end of the year void. I'm going to be doing this for personal benefits, not for the gold.
Start Date: 6/09/12
Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 8:37 am
[Week One] [Day One] 001. New Begginings
A multitude of red and gold hues peppered the landscape as the sienna sun rose above the horizon. The awakening of a new day. Dawn. Who needed a wake-up call when you lived in the middle of a forest? Even now, at the early hour of half past five in the morning, the bittersweet chirping of forest birds could be heard, travelling rapidly on a brisk autumn breeze. It was peaceful to say the least. The wind travelled effortlessly through the tall lines of trees, allowing for the branches to dance as the element passed. Then it hit a barrier. A repetitive clink clank filled the air.
At the far edge of the woodlands lay an undisturbed, quaint stone cottage. It was minuscule in size, but big enough for one or two human inhabitants. The architecture of the building structure was undoubtedly praise-worthy. Built from what looked to be a combination of multi-toned slates, the building looked sort of rickety and worn-down. The front door was crafted from hardwood. A thin coat of lustrous, burgundy emulsion gave it that welcoming finish. A moderate sheen glistened off of the arched, glass windows as the hot sun beat down on the translucent glazing. The glass panelling shook ever so slightly as the autumn breeze wiped against it. That persistent - now irritating - clink clank still audible.
Inside the forestry home, relaxing streams of warmth pooled in through every crevice and orifice. There were no thick, draping fabrics towering across the glazing. No. This isolated, homely villa didn't have that. Instead, there were blinds. Multi-coloured to fit the interior of each individual room. However, the decorative shutters allowed for limited closure. On that note, none of them were even shut.
There was a slight jolt of movement from under the patch printed duvet of a single bed. A slender, porcelain hand tensed around the edging of the quilt. Bunched atop the stacked pillows lay a wild heap of brandy blond tresses. Tired, the figure laying in the bed for a while longer, a petty whimper escaping from slightly parted, puce toned lips. Groggily - and stiffly - the person began to move to sit, the single bed beginning to creak from the slow shift of their weight. The duvet now flooding across their legs. Her legs. As the champagne locks fell to frame her heart-shaped face, she wearily opened her eyes. Azure orbs, covered with a cloudy expression. Exhaustion. She had definitely not had the best sleep last night.
However tired she seemed to be, her eyes instantly widened at that moment. Shock. Her peripherals trailed the length of the room. The walls were painted puce. A colour that she had not had her bedroom since... she stopped that train of thought before it went too far, shaking her head furiously in a feeble attempt to rid herself of those customary desires. Her long, feminine fingers graced along her elbow. She shut her eyes tight, contorting her reasonably pretty features as the wrinkles appeared. She edged her fingers to her forearm before digging half the length of her nails into the tender flesh and whispering out loud to herself, "It's all just a dream. Wake up". When she opened her eyes, however, nothing had changed. She was still in that room. All the different tones of pink. They made her eyes hurt. She hated the colour pink. Again, she silently contemplated.
It was all as she remembered it. To the side of her stood those drawers. She had always kept her diary and secret sugar stash in there. A genuine smile played across her lips at the memory. They were a coral pink in colour, carved from pine with little bronze knobs. Pink and bronze. She had always thought that the colours never matched well. Then to the far corner of the small room was her wardrobe. The only piece of furniture within her room that wasn't pink. It stood at a mere two inches from the ceiling, towering above everything else and a gleaming pearl white in colour. In the centre, positioned casually on a fluffy, rose red carpet was her favourite chair. Well.. what was once her favourite chair. More and more her eyes scanned the area. An old analogue television, study desk and a few familiar teddy bears later and the girl had made up her mind. She had ultimately gone insane.
That is when she lost it. Her head hurt and she felt physically sick as the realisation dawned on her. There was no point in holding it in. She screamed. Loud. At the top of her lungs, she screamed until there was no air left and her throat felt raw from the sudden air pressure. How she wished she hadn't. At that very moment, her bedroom door swung open with breaking force. She winced and instantly turned her head when she heard it slam violently against her bed frame. What caught her attention at that point made her stiffen with horror. 'It can't be. Y-your dead.' Her inner voice trembled as she stared with alarm at the advancing silhouette of her past. Her eyes slowly lifted to look at the woman's face. She was just as she remembered her. In every aspect. Those fine, flaxen tresses that reached down to the base of her neck. Her chocolate borwn eyes highlighted with concern. Lips blanched pallid as they were thinned to match her worried eyes.
One word managed to escape the girls mouth before she slipped into the darkening abyss of unconsciousness. "Mother..."
Where was she? Who was she? The last thing that she had remembered was having an anger fuelled argument with her husband. At his mother's funeral, may she add. She felt terrible about the whole situation that unfolded between them. Instead of offering her support, she had made a snide joke. It was meant to lighten the atmosphere, as it had done so many times in the past, but that time around, it backfired. He had taken it to heart and, in a fit of anger and sadness, had shouted at her. Everyone had been looking at her. Scowling her. So she ran away. She didn't need to be seen in that unstable, social environment. She hated funerals. They were always that same. Then the last words that her lover had screamed at her hit the forefront of her mind.
"It's pathetic. After she died saving your life in that goddamn house fire, you've been cold and detached from me and everyone else! All you ever do is find false interests and twist everything to your low standards. She didn't sacrifice her life to wish you in this half-living state. Say whatever you want about your mother, but never ever spite mine! If I could change that past for you, I would. You know I would. However, I'm only human, so I can't. You need to stop looking at her loss as an ending. It painful, yes, but what do you want? A new beginning?! "
As her thoughts began to drift off and she slowly slipped back into consciousness, her eyes soon flew open to the sound of rustling and she tried to sit up. However, she was swiftly pressed down by a firm weight against her shoulder. She looked up at the woman who was seated calmly at her side. "No honey. You need to stay in bed. I know you told me about how stressed out and exhausted you were with the work at school, but I never realised that is was this severe." A frown played across her lips and it looked as if she had been crying, those familiar almond orbs flickering with worry and dismay. They gazed straight at the beloved individual lying under the covers. The girl sucked in an exasperated breath as she saw herself within her mother's eyes. Her mother had said school, right? Her reflection bounced back at her. She was at the young age of eleven again. But how?
Was this fate playing dirty with her? Or was it all just a wacked up dream that she would wake up from by the time morning came?
No.
This was what she had been waiting for. She now had a chance. New beginnings. Is that what this was? A new beginning. A grin soon marvelled its way across her face. Her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink as she leapt into her mother's arms, embracing her in a tight hug.
"I'll change the future. You'll see." She spoke in a gentle, almost inaudible soft voice.
'You'll see.' She repeated silently to herself as she felt her mother wrap her arms around her petite form after a brief hesitation.
Her betrothed had been correct. This is exactly what she had wanted. A second chance at the most. A new beginning at the least. To set this event right. And now she had it.
