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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 9:11 pm
Hey! Sometimes I just have one of those days where I'll come up with a billion different story starts or pieces but never get around to doing anything with them. Do you know what I mean? Well, I decided to use one today to start a little springboard collaborative work. I'll post a couple of sentences to a paragraph and then you guys just add whatever you like. No limits as far as plot or storyline. Every so often I'll add a piece to it.
So, to start it off:
She stood hesitantly at the open door as glistening beads of rain crept down her outstretched hand, but they were not the focus of her longing gaze: instead, the only thing she could see was a pale blue car speeding off toward the horizon. I'll never make that mistake again, she affirmed, feebly attempting to console her tired spirit while fighting back tears. That resolution, however, fled her mind the instant the car was out of sight, and she collapsed in a miserable heap on the floor, unable to withstand her pent up emotions any longer. As she lay there, alone and empty, her mind faded back to the first time she'd seen him...
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 3:35 pm
Sighing contently,she looked around.It appeared the store was just about empty.That was good.Today had been a hard day for her,working in her parents' craft shop.Who knew so many people would make a beeline for origami paper on half-price day?
"Dear,I'll close up shop.You can go home,by yourself,can't you?"came her mother's voice from the back room.
"Yes,mom,"was her reply.She was grateful to leave early;walking home with her mother was alittle embarrassing to do in this town,and besides,she was a big girl now.Excuse me,a teenager now.
Clutching her coat around her,she walked out.And right into him.
Er....it's a flashback....
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 3:09 pm
She was brought back to reality as a clasp of thunder could be heard off in the distance. Her heart was torn, her spirit, broken. She let her tears glide gently along her soft cheeks, mixing with the water of the falling rain.
Though she was a grown woman she felt helpless as she knelt, teary-eyed, alone and cold in the falling rain of that November's eve.
She yanked her sweatshirt tighter around her shoulders, clutching her jaw tighter, hoping, praying, that she would look up and see him standing there, his arm outstretched, waiting to help her up and then gently take her into his arms.
As she looked up no one was there. She only had the pale silhouette of the moon hiding behind the rain clouds to keep her company.
She turned her head back towards the sidewalk, and stared through her tears at the concrete.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 7:07 pm
"I'm--I'm going out," she announced, her words moist with tears. Without even glancing at the coat closet she stepped through the open door. At first, her steps were slight, hesitant, but as she went further she moved quicker and quicker until she was racing down the street, little pools of water splashing at she darted through them. And then it seemed as if she weren't running at all. She was floating through an endless misty void, devoid of thought, lacking motion.
When the haze cleared away, she was surprised to see that she stood before Jason's house. Why?, her weary mind wondered. But waving that thought off, she climbed the few steps to the front door and knocked nervously. It seemed to take ages to get a response. Finally, the door swung open and revealed Jason, in boxers and a tee-shirt, a piece of half-eaten toast in his right hand. Upon seeing her distressed expression, he hastened to welcome her in. "What's wrong?" he asked quickly, his eyes wide with concern.
For a moment, she just stood there, holding back a sob, before she finally rushed over and embraced Jason, weeping, "I could really use a friend right now..."
Note: Jason isn't the guy who drove off earlier. He's a friend of the main characters, but I'll let everybody else determine just what kind of friend he was and is...heehee...
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:46 pm
She sat back on the couch, a warm mug of hot chocolate wrapped gently in her fingers. Jason sat on the chair across from her, looking at the arm of the chair thoughtfully. "I always thought you guys would be together through High School," he murmured. "You seemed perfect, really."
Lina just took a silent sip at the steaming drink, then said faintly, "I guess not." She had been with him for three years. Three wonderful years. Lina, too, had thought that they would continue on as a couple for at least the rest of high school. That's what everyone had assumed. But they were all wrong.
Jason looked around awkwardly, then took a bite of his toast, which was now cold and slightly soggy. "Well, um," he tried. "Have you told--"
"No," Lina interrupted softly. "I haven't told anyone but you. I think I'll just wait a while. Maybe I'll find out it was all just a bad dream. The worst....dream...!" tears once again began to slide down her smooth cheeks, a few of them splashing into her hot chocolate.
I hope you guys don't mind me giving her the name Lina; I can change it if you want me to! Oh, and how old is she? I saw her as a Junior, or something around there.
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