An incredibly short one-shot/short piece of work. It's like, one page in Word, if that. Like, 500 words, if that. Very short, like I said. It's for my creative writing class. We need independent writing pages, so I saw an image, and decided to use it as a sort of "picture prompt" to help me get out of my writing slump (see: FL & ADS? Yeah, barely written in the past month or two). My two best friends told me it was both magical in the beginning, and then turned depressing, back to an alright feeling. I'd love to know what you thought. I thought of making it into a short story, with a few small chapters. But as of right now, it's just a tiny one-shot, if that. (:
If you read, please review, and let me know what you think? I don't normally write one-shots, or even short stories, so yeah. The grammar and spelling may not be correct. Like I said. This is in a journal for my creative writing class. Personal, and the such, y'know? Okay, I'll leave you to read. Enjoy.
Ring around the rosey,
A pocketful of posies.
ashes, ashes.
We all fall down!
-one of those old nursery rhymes
As a young girl, I would live for the days I went with my dad to the empty fields. I would run around in my flowing, white dress, emitting a sense of innocence and joy. My auburn curls would fall loose from the braid I had been taught to wear.
"Emlyne!" my dad would laugh. "Don't run too far ahead. I'll leave you and you'll get lost!"
I would stop in my tracks, giggle, and shake my head. "You'll never leave me daddy!" I would yell as I started off running again.
In the distance, I would hear him say "no, I won't" to himself. After he let me run for a few minutes, he would take me to the picnic lunch he had set out. We would eat the delicious treats he had picked out and tell jokes just to talk to each other.
When I was four, we would lie on the grass and stare up at the puffy clouds. We would point out the different shapes we saw, like ice cream scoops and animals. When I was six, we would play with the bubbles Santa Clause brought. When I was eight, we would play with the kites and the books my dad brought home from the store after a long day at work. When I was ten, we would make music together, him on his guitar, and me with my voice.
No matter how old I got, though, he would always give me a small flower and tell me to make a wish. As soon as I figured out my wish, I would blow on the flower, until only the stem was left.
My older brother always was off doing something, which left my dad and me together all the time. My dad taught me how to read, dance, sing, and laugh. Those days at the fields were the best days of my life.
Then things changed. When I was sixteen, a police officer came into class to get me. I was brought to the office where they told me my dad had been hit by a drunk driver on his way to pick me up to take me to our fields. He was dead.
I thought at the time he had lied to me. He told me he wouldn't leave, yet he did. He was right. I did get lost. For three and a half years, I drank, I smoked, and I got high. I lost jobs, I failed in school, and I changed for the worse.
I found a flower on the side of the road after walking home from another lost chance at a good life. It was one my dad had used to give me. I bent down and picked it up, and immediately thought of my dad telling me to make a wish quickly so the fairies could make it come true. From that moment on, I realized he didn't lie: he was still with me in my heart.
A/N: Wasn't that incredibly short? Okay, let me know what you thought. If you really liked it, and would like to see (or read, rather) the story of Emlyne Margaritte, let me know, through reviews or PMs or something, and maybe I'll actually go through with writing a complete story about her childhood & her problems through life. Reviews = Love.
Other Works: Fearless will be updated first (from a request from Laurie). Then A Different Side will be updated. Why have I gone missing? Simply put: Because of school. It's ridiculous how much homework they pack in to our small five week schedule. Plus I've been working. And I have youth group. And I have to help with my brother's hockey teams. Yeah, my life is crazy. But expect an update this weekend, or so? I'm only working one day, so hopefully I'll be around more. Also working on another story for my creative writing class. We'll see how that goes. And I have another idea for another one. Eh, we'll see. Nothing new will probably go up until FL and ADS get updated thoroughly...man, I can't spell.
Oh, and I'm still trying to decide if I have enough time for NANOWRIMO. I want to do it. I planned on doing it. But I don't know if I can get around to it..
Til next time, Emily xx