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Goofy Was Always My Favorite
Yarnsmith's diary entry made me think. When did I give up on being a writer? I used to love reading and writing stories. I have all these great ideas for stories and I've never let myself see where they could lead. Fear of failure I guess.
So tonight I went through my old notebooks that had the start of some stories I wrote a few years ago.
I thought I would share part of one I started but never finished. Please pardon bad spelling as I didn't edit it.
A Child's StormBy Lolita Johnson
Introduction
The rain streamed down the window resembling the tears pouring down the young girl's face. She sat under the window slowly rocking back and forth clinging to her teddy bear so tightly her fingers had turned almost a blood red. Five feet from the girl laid a woman in a long blue silver night dress, whose eyes stared cold and frozen with fear into the young girl's eyes. A pool of cold blood surronded the woman still dripping from her wrists. Lightening struck outside and with a loud clap of thunder shook the house breaking the spell over the girl and making her scream.
Slowly the young girl rose with her teddy still clutched tightly and walked around the woman and down the stairs. She reached the front door and stood staring up at it as if debating her choices. Dazed, she opened the heavy white wooden door and stepped out into the cold stormy night. Walking across the flooded lawn, she found her way to the big house next door and knocked lightly on the door. After knocking a few more times the door finally opened. A man opened the door and stared back at her with harsh black eyes.
Troubles Begun
He stared down at the young girl standing soaked and shaking before him. The child as well as her gown were stained with dried blood and mud. He picked the cold we girl up into his arms and carried her inside where he met his housekeeper who was in her old ratty robe and obvisouly distressed over being woken up at such a hour. He ordered her to take the child and clean her up while he called the police.
He explained the situation to the cheif of police and was promised they would arrive in ten minutes. Putting down the phone he walked upstairs to check on the child.
He couldn't shake the image of her wet and dirty standing helpless at his dorr staring up at him with her black eyes frozen with shock and terror. He found Mrs. McLane, his housekeeper, in his bathroom bathing the child. Following the direction of the child's stare he saw the pile of clothes on the floor with her teddy laying ontop of them.
"How is she?" he asked making Mrs. McLane jump at the surprise of him standing behind her in the doorway.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that?" Sighing, she went to get a towel,"The girl is in schock. The poor dear, who knows what she has been through. It took me quite a fight to get her to let go of that bear." She walked back to the tub smiling at the girl. "Okay sweety lets get you out of there and dried off." She lifted the child out of the tub whos first reaction was to grab her teddy bear. Wrapping her in a towel she turned towards Lucas. "Find an old shirt of yours for the child. I'm afraid we don't have anything else for her."
"Fine, I've called the police they should be here in a few minutes. Put the child in my bed and stay with her. I don't want her left alone." Turning Lucas walked from the room and into his closet to find a shirt. He settled on a light blue t-shirt in the back and laid it on the bed as Mrs. McLane carried the child into the room. Noding at Mrs. McLane he left the room and went downstairs to wait for the police.
Well there were two more pages but I'm begining to see why I gave up on my dream now. I sucked. Haha oh well. Okay I'm off to wonder around the net a bit and figure some stuff out.
Old Tears + New Fears = Lolita
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