Well folks, I got braces. And boy, do they hurt. Ouch.
Braces aside, I’ve got some more writing to share today! 🙂
Loren, I used:
A young girl grips a scuffed pencil tightly in her hand, her lips moving slowly as she works a math problem. She stares at the paper in front of her with frustration. The pencil scratches on the paper as she works the equation again- only to find it’s wrong. Bored and angry, she turns her gaze to the window, letting her eyes linger on the soft white clouds in the sky.
Before she knows it, her exhaustion has taken over. Her head droops slowly forward onto her desk, and her pencil hits the floor with a soft thunk.
The teacher at the head of the room turns around at the noise. With a frown, she strides forward and shakes the sleeping girl’s shoulder.
The girl’s eyes fly open and she gazes blankly at the woman, dazed and tired. “What-how-who are you?” The teacher huffs. “You know who I am, young lady. Wake up. Class ended five minutes ago.”
The girl hurriedly gathers her books and starts off towards home.
When she reaches her house, the girl tosses her books aside and ascends the stairs in long strides, the exhaustion gone from her face as she anticipates her favorite part of the day. She dashes past her three younger sisters sitting on the steps, giggling and smiling.
She throws open her bedroom door and skips over to a thin white shelf on the wall.
Her fingers run slowly over the bright glass bottles as she selects the perfect colors.
She inhales the rich smell of fresh paint as she places a blank canvas on her easel.
She sinks into a chair, her eyes sparkling as she grips a paintbrush in her hand.
A deep purple streak interrupts the tranquility of a silent white canvas.
Blue and green follow, swirling and blending to create a dark whirlwind of color. Royal gold. Shimmering silver. Bubblegum pink. Striking teal. Soft lavender. Her paintbrush flies over the canvas, filling every spot of white with color.
When the scene is complete, she leans back, taking it in with satisfaction. A small smile plays on her lips as she adds the finishing touches. Ahh. Perfect.
While she waits for her painting to dry, the girl flops onto her bed, wrapping one arm around her stuffed dragon. She flips idly through the pages of a book while keeping one eye on the painting, her excitement building.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Finally. The painting is dry. The girl leaps from her bed and sinks breathlessly into her chair, pausing for only a second to make sure no one’s coming.
She places her palm against the painting, an expectant look on her face.
The moment her fingers touch the canvas, she disappears.
The world she tumbles into is calm and serene. She lifts herself from the soft grass and takes it all in, a smile growing on her face. Tall, stately cedar trees surround a shimmering pool. Beams of soft moonlight dance over the water, making it sparkle and shimmer.
She glances up with a smile. The dark clouds that dot the sky promise rain. She smiles wider- rain is the most wonderful thing in the world to her.
It isn’t long before distant thunder rumbles. The rain begins.
The water begins to pour in sheets, soaking the girl. Her soggy hair plasters to her dripping face, and her thin dress clings to her. She is too overwhelmingly happy to care.
She closes her eyes and begins to spin and dance, faster and faster in the moonlight. The moon and stars seem brighter through the rain. The air is fresh and sweet. She inhales deeply. She is free.
The rain becomes harder. Puddles form between the trees, and the once silent pool is swirling and churning as it rises. Water pours in buckets from the dark sky, rapidly filling it to the edges.
The girl glances down at her feet, which are adorned with her favorite blue shoes. She sinks to the ground and pulls them off, then dips her feet into the edges of the pool.
The water splashes playfully up around her legs. She steps farther out into the water, gasping at the chilling cold as water swirls around her. Millions of stars smile down at her, twinkling despite the rain.
Silvery moonlight illuminates the girl, making her seem to glow. Her bare feet dance over the rocky floor of the pool.
As she dances, the water rises. Deeper and deeper it becomes. Yet she does not notice. The wonderful, free feeling inside of her is too great to ignore.
Suddenly, the feeling is gone.
She gasps as an unexpected surge of water lifts her off her feet, tossing her and battering her in the sudden flood.
She struggles for breath as the water grips her with cold fingers. She tries to swim for shore, but the current is too strong. She struggles to stay afloat as the rain batters and tosses her. The water grips her with cruel, brutally relentless fingers, hunting her, never releasing her.
This world doesn’t seem so safe anymore.
I want to go back, her mind screams.
A log spinning through the water rams her in the side, making her gasp with pain. She begins to sink below the water, her legs still weakly kicking as she clutches her throbbing side.
Help, her mind shouts into the underwater silence. I need help.
No one can hear her.
Her burning lungs scream for air as she sinks deeper into the murky darkness.
She hits the muddy bottom with a soft thud, her mind barely conscious. Sharp rocks lay scattered around her. The water seems suddenly comforting and soft.
Give up, her mind whispers.
The words give her a sudden jolt. A tiny part of her mind still wants to fight back, despite the pain.
So that’s exactly what she does.
She forces herself to kick. Her arms reach upwards, groping for the surface. Her vision goes black as a sharp pain hits her lungs.
She bursts from the water with an agonized gasp. Her lungs drink in the sweet air as she struggles to shore.
She grips a tree root with numb fingers and scrambles onto solid ground. Deep sobs make her body tremble as she lies weak and dripping on the ground. The rain has slowed to a slow trickle around her.
After a while, she rises shakily to her feet, her dress a torn and tattered mess. The dark, rainy night is no longer beautiful- she wants nothing more than to leave.
The girl reaches into her soaking dress pocket with a shaky hand. Please, please, let it still be there. She breathes a sigh of relief as her fingers close around something smooth and cold. Her flashlight. Somehow, it survived the flood. She switches it on and stumbles off through the darkness, searching for her escape.
It isn’t long before she finds what she’s looking for- the tiny mirror she painted into the corner of the scene. Her escape. Her portal to home. She steps through without hesitation- she’s had enough of this fantastical world forever.
The girl stumbles back into her bedroom, dripping and cold. Her mind replays her terrifying adventure with a shiver as she changes into dry clothes. She runs her fingers over the picture she created. She will have to be more careful from now on.
The painting stays on the easel, the same as before.
Yet if you were to look closer, you would see something on the edge of the water.
A tiny pair of blue shoes.
TA-DA! 😀 I’m not sure what I think of this story.. what are your thoughts? 🙂
Thank you for reading, and have a great day!
And the great Clara is back with a secret message! Comment below if you can say this three times fast:
Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke’s duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luck’s duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.
Now is your tongue numb? 😛