An 18-year-old girl who is passionate about the wonderful craft of writing, and whose hobbies change every year. Writing is not a hobby, it is a passion, and she is a writer at heart... although at times she might seem to be someone else. ;)
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She fell back onto the soft black velvet couch and let her phone slide down from her palm and fall onto the red carpet. It was over, even before it ever started. She did not cry though. She was out of tears. She was not surprised either. She had known this would happen.
The loud music beat the walls of the hall and echoed through my ears unintelligibly while the multicoloured lights wobbled around. The scent of food and alcohol swarmed over the place, mingled with sweat. The bodies swayed and jumped all over the dancefloor. There were shouts and sing-along’s.
But I took no notice. None of them caught my attention. I was frozen in the middle of all this strange chaotic party, which had been organised by the drama club in honour of the new semester. I forgot all about my little black sleeveless dress which stuck uncomfortably to my skin and the glass of champagne my hand was holding for hours. Nothing mattered.
With years of perseverance and practice, a vampire was able to refrain from jumping at any human being and sucking all their blood. That was why I, Clare, was still alive, although a few moments earlier, Caleb, who I once thought was a very close friend but who turned out to be a bloodsucking vampire, had been draining a poor man, hidden in the fogs, on the bridge that separated the sophisticated city and the dark evergreen forest.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted some fiction! And I have to catch up on ‘Unpredicted’ – a mini series of short stories which is inspired weekly by Picture it & Write You can see that I’ve published a new page just below the ‘An Evil Nymph’ banner, next to the ‘Another Blog!’ tab, called ‘The ‘Unpredicted’ series’ where I’ll be updating the ‘chapters’ (if we should call these chapters) of the series as it progresses every week…
Yeah it’s time for this week’s Picture it & Write! And again I’m inspiring myself from a short story I’m progressively building at random, depending on the picture Ermilia hosts every week, called ‘Unpredicted’.
NB: the progress of the story itself relies on the pictures given.
Another Picture It & Write And again I’m inspiring myself from a short story I’m progressively building at random, depending on the picture Ermilia hosts every week, called ‘Unpredicted’.
I stopped on my tracks and waited for the road to be clear of any vehicles. Only a few more steps before I reached my dear apartment after a long day’s work at the college establishment. Shadow was surely waiting for me impatient; she rarely slept these last few days since we went on our trip which covered most of the Europe continent.
I again got inspired to write this post thanks to Ermilia’sPicture it & Write! Really, the pictures are just so beautiful! Proof – here’s this week’s picture:
See? I feel so much like writing a whole post dedicated to this photo!
In this post I’m catching up on the Weekly Photo Challenge, which I missed last week because of some lack of photographic inspiration and emotional turmoils… Anyway, I’m fine today So here we go!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Close
As you have seen in my previous post, I’ve been drawing lately, and because I don’t have any photos inspired by ‘close’ – or if I do I don’t want to post them I guess because of some kind of reason my conscience has… – I’m going to show you my latest and completed drawing:
I believe that the eye is the most mysterious organ of our body. Not in the biological – all scientific – way of seeing it but in a deeper way… spiritual? I don’t know the right word, but what I know is that I believe in the saying that goes: “The eyes are the windows to the soul.” We can perceive so many things about a person just by looking into their eyes. The eyes reflect our deepest emotions although our face struggles not to.
These words rang continuously in my head as I watched her go. I remember that I had come to this cold conclusion when I was just a little child who had sought for affection at the wrong time. Because crying didn’t lead me anywhere. No one paid attention anyway.
But as I stare at her back… walking away from me…
I felt like we were both tied to a string and the more she went away, the more the string pulled at my heart and tore my skin. It hurt.
And it hurt my eyes too.
For so many years, nothing has made me cried as much. Tears rolled down my cheeks like a waterfall. I made no sound but I shook all over. I knew that I was going to see her again. Yet I couldn’t stop crying.
And my own words of the past hung in the air:
“It’s time to be a big girl now. And big girls don’t cry.”