“Thanks for your love, I am saturated, I always cried for love, my parents never loved me and left me alone with their own separate lives, I used to complain to God and he heard me and sent you. I love you John and I will keep loving you.” She was speaking so slowly that John was able to hear after concentrating keenly.
“Angel please” John’s eyes were filled with salty water.
“John, don’t cry” she picked her tear on her lip.
“See honey, its raining outside, come and lets enjoy lets catch every drop of water, lets celebrate our love, lets….”his voice was wet with tears.
A love story full of rain, rain was their symbol of love. They were very happy when the poison of "jealousy " and "anger" targetted them, and the rain they loved the most became the tears of sky.
Rowan is starting at a new school after moving in with her uncle. An increase in the number of drunk people wandering around is the first sign that something is amiss...
ongoing,some strong language.
Its been two months, since hell has walked into Elena's life, now her two best friends are dead. She has to go on in life as if it never happened. When he returns he is more of a monster then before. Can you escape hell? When the Devil has you dancing in his hands, is there any safe place?
Circa 1911, New York City. Mrs. Polly Franklin, the wife of a copper mining mogul is invited to Britain and the estate of Lady Beatrix Miller. While there, a chance meeting with a poor, young British family sets a sequence of events in motion that will change all their lives forever.
This is one of my first exercises at a writing class as well as more of a short story, through Writer's Studio. It was a lot of help with fresh ideas, and learning many styles of writing. I hope you enjoy it, and please be honest about your critiques. So that I will continue improving, and do some editing along the way.
Also there are other short stories as well from my literture class as a self-bio pieces. Some poetic, some are snippets of memories.
I'll probably reorganize the chapters a little later, so if it's confusing at first, I'll fix it soon, you don't have to wait though, since each is like it's own seprate piece.
Here' the excerise (aka.preamble) that sparked the idea:
Writer's Studio
June 2012
Preamble: Creating a first-persona narrator that is based on a younger version of myself. A specific moment in my life; age, setting, and season. Try to reveal something about the narrator; wishes, desires, hurts, and conflicts. Focus on technique and the freedom the voice gives you. Think about the tone of my narrator, not so much mood, but how to separate the two of them.
“Thanks for your love, I am saturated, I always cried for love, my parents never loved me and left me alone with their own separate lives, I used to complain to God and he heard me and sent you. I love you John and I will keep loving you.” She was speaking so slowly that John was able to hear after concentrating keenly.
“Angel please” John’s eyes were filled with salty water.
“John, don’t cry” she picked her tear on her lip.
“See honey, its raining outside, come and lets enjoy lets catch every drop of water, lets celebrate our love, lets….”his voice was wet with tears.
A love story full of rain, rain was their symbol of love. They were very happy when the poison of "jealousy " and "anger" targetted them, and the rain they loved the most became the tears of sky.
Rowan is starting at a new school after moving in with her uncle. An increase in the number of drunk people wandering around is the first sign that something is amiss...
ongoing,some strong language.
Its been two months, since hell has walked into Elena's life, now her two best friends are dead. She has to go on in life as if it never happened. When he returns he is more of a monster then before. Can you escape hell? When the Devil has you dancing in his hands, is there any safe place?
Circa 1911, New York City. Mrs. Polly Franklin, the wife of a copper mining mogul is invited to Britain and the estate of Lady Beatrix Miller. While there, a chance meeting with a poor, young British family sets a sequence of events in motion that will change all their lives forever.
This is one of my first exercises at a writing class as well as more of a short story, through Writer's Studio. It was a lot of help with fresh ideas, and learning many styles of writing. I hope you enjoy it, and please be honest about your critiques. So that I will continue improving, and do some editing along the way.
Also there are other short stories as well from my literture class as a self-bio pieces. Some poetic, some are snippets of memories.
I'll probably reorganize the chapters a little later, so if it's confusing at first, I'll fix it soon, you don't have to wait though, since each is like it's own seprate piece.
Here' the excerise (aka.preamble) that sparked the idea:
Writer's Studio
June 2012
Preamble: Creating a first-persona narrator that is based on a younger version of myself. A specific moment in my life; age, setting, and season. Try to reveal something about the narrator; wishes, desires, hurts, and conflicts. Focus on technique and the freedom the voice gives you. Think about the tone of my narrator, not so much mood, but how to separate the two of them.