Short Story Sunday-#4

Creative Writing Challenge

This week for SSS, I am going to attempt a creative writing challenge. For this challenge I am going to write a story with 26 sentences each starting with the next letter of the alphabet. This will most likely be not my best work, so be forewarned!

   A wish come true would have been nice. But if I could have chosen which wish, I wouldn't have be able to pick the right one. Chocolate for a lifetime or a pony? Daisy, my dog, was always so sweet and I wished I could keep her alive until I die, or do something to make her life better. Essentials for the homeless was another one of my wishes. Food for the hungry in Africa or world peace?
   Golly, I would have never been able to choose and I'm glad I didn't have to. Having this decision would have ruined everything. I would rather of had my best friend, Xia, get the choice. Jaw breakers used to be the only thing she wanted, but after her mom got sick she's been wished for her health ever since. Kidney failure had gripped her mom tightly when Xia and I were 13. Life for her mom was the only thing she wished for in those sad days.
   Mothers are the most important factor of life. Nourishing is their number one priority. Obstacles like kidney failure never stopped Xia's mom from trying to do her job and take care of her kids no matter what.
   People always tried to help Xia and make her feel better, but no one could relate to the thought of their own mother's life slipping from their fingers. Questions hit Xia from all directions. Rosa, her worst enemy, always asked if her mom was better or what disease she had and if it was contagious. She always answered as many questions as she could, but eventually she got frustrated and stopped answering all the questions.
   The main feeling I felt when her mom recovered (along with relief, and sympathy for Xia and her family) was pure happiness. Uncles and aunts and even cousins sent Xia and her family gifts (as if they didn't have enough from when she still was sick) and wished them happiness. Versions of the fight between a wonderful mother and kidney failure popped up everywhere. Warmth filled her house and made it seem like a cheerful place again. Xia was obviously much more happy and seemed much less dragged down by the worry and sadness. You might be thinking that Xia really did have a chance to have a wish come true, but she never told me. Zero doubts on that one, my friend.  : )

Whew! That was harder than I thought. It was fun though. I might try more things like this. Really gets those "creative juices" flowing!

 Tell me your thoughts in the comments please! Thank you!

Short Story Sunday-#3

Rainy Day

   I swung the door open wildly and raced out, letting the water drip down my face. I loved rain. Rain means life and food and water. Rain is a natural bath for our dirty world. Everything needs to be cleaned once in a while. I wore nothing but a t-shirt and shorts on that wet June day. Not even socks.

   I looked up at the sky and watched the rain fall around me. Once, it was snowing and when I had looked up, the snow looked like ashes against the white sky. 

   I stood below a gray sky. Was the sky crying? Had someone hurt it? Maybe it was happy crying. Maybe it was scared to be hidden behind so many clouds. I know that when I get surrounded by too many, I get scared.

   Whenever it rained, I always used to try to get out right when it started so I would have the whole storm to stand out side. Rain made me feel free and as if no one can bother me. I felt like I was in my own world and nobody else was there. Just me and the scared sky. I loved the feeling of my feet on the cold pavement and wet hair. 

   The sky shivered with thunder. It must have been really scared. When would the clouds leave the poor sky alone? I love rain, but I know the sky doesn't like it. I wished I could have gone up to the sky and told it that it'll be alright. 

   I wished that someone would have done that for me. That day I was surrounded by too many clouds. I cried that day too. The clouds pushed me and I landed at the feet of another. They picked me up and pushed me again. All the while, the only gap between the clouds didn't do anything. She just stood there watching me get pushed around. When they all stopped, the gap walked over to me and told me that she was sorry for not helping me. She never talked to me again. She was the only gap I had, and I never had another.

   After an hour of standing in the rain a light shone down on my face. I glanced up and noticed a gap. So, the sky really did have a gap to save it from the pushy clouds. The crying stopped as well did the shivering. The blue ceiling above me danced happily as the clouds slowly drifted away. I kissed the sky good bye and good luck before turning to the house and stepping in every puddle along the way. 

   My clothes were sopping wet and sticking to my body. I almost slipped on the wood floor with my wet feet. My mom walked over to me and said, "Rosa, why do you always have to get so wet?"  I shrugged. "You're getting the floor wet." She passed me a towel. I took it and rubbed my feet dry, before walking up to my bedroom and sitting on the floor in my wet clothes. I thought about the sky. It was so lucky to have a gap to grow and make the mean old clouds leave. Why did no one do that for me?

Updates

Hey, Everybody! India here, and I just wanted to update you guys on what's going on.

1. As you may have noticed, I have already posted two SSS(Short Story Sunday)s. I am surprised I have been able to keep up and I hope I'll be able to in the future. Please make sure to read them and comment your thoughts.
2. I am writing a book. It's called When the Shadows Take Over. We are still going through and adding things to make it better. So for now, I'll be posting one chapter per week. Do you have any ideas on which days I should do that? Comment below what you think. Or I might put up a poll. I am also putting it on a website called Fantasy_Writers. You can check it out there, on here, or on special request I can send you the link to a Google document where I write it and you won't have to wait for me to release the next chapter.
3. Happy New Year!!! I'm REALLY behind and I feel bad for forgetting to make resolutions, so I quickly came up with some.
1. Read 150 books. They have to be chapter books, otherwise I won't count them. Yes, it will be hard, but so far I have already read two books. So, go me!
2. Be a better friend. I have noticed that I have been extremely annoying and I won't shut up. I'll work on that as well as being more helpful.
3. Keep up on SSS. This is my first blog, and I want to keep up on it as well as I can.
4. Enter multiple story contests. I am already writing a story for one and a poem for another. I don't know how many I want to do, but I know I want to get myself out there.
4. Please check out (and follow) my friends' blog!  http://snazzysnakes.blogspot.com/ and  http://seriouslybooks.blogspot.com/ Both are really great blogs.

 Comment your resolutions below and don't forget to check out my friends' websites! Comment any questions or thoughts you may have too. Thank you for visiting and please follow and come back often! 

Short Story Sunday-#2

Finding a Car

   Billy had always dreamed of driving a car, and now was his chance. His mother took him to the car dealership to pick out a car on a bright Saturday morning in the middle of spring break. As a child, Billy had been very interested in cars and knew all about them. Which ones had the best performance. Which ones were the worst. Which ones were the most valuable. You name it. So, when he was at that dealership, he knew which one he wanted. The Porsche Boxster. That was the best car around.
   Unfortunately, Billy's mother had other ideas. She didn't know much about cars. All she wanted was a car that worked and wasn't expensive. Also, the dealership that they went to didn't have the Porsche Boxster, so Billy just followed along with his mother.
   They split up to look for a car. Not even two minutes into the search, Billy's mother flagged him over to her.
   "Hey, Billy! How about this one? It's not too expensive and they say it works perfectly." She said.
   "No, this one has a low mileage. Keep looking." He turned on a heel and speed-walked to the other side of the building. My mother has no taste for cars. If she won't learn something, than I'll have to find a car all by myself.  He thought. Billy walked by a sleek black sports car. As he walked by, he let his hand fall to his side and slide across the shiny surface. Oh, how he wished he could have this car. The teenager could just see himself behind the wheel, letting the wind rush in through the open window.
   He snapped back into reality and stepped away from the car. Billy turned and walked away, only taking one longing look back. The next car that caught his eye was a white convertible. He knew that his mother wouldn't approve, so he turned his back before he became too attached.
   "Billy!" His mother called from across the room. "Come check this one out." Billy stalked over to her and examined the car she was standing by. "It's in our price range and it looks nice," She said as he looked.
   "Do they have it in any other color?" Billy asked. Gold was the worst color for a car. Or so he thought. He walked over to one of the employees and asked the same question. He found out that it did come in red, but they were all out at the moment. Billy told his mother and they agreed to come back in a few days.
   On the car ride home, his mother asked him why he liked that car. "Well, it had good mileage and looked really nice on the inside. The fabric was a nice color too. It had a big trunk and four seats on the inside. I'll need that for carpools with my friends when we go to lacrosse practice. Also, I got bored of looking because I knew you weren't going to settle for any thing more." Billy looked shyly at his mother.
   "You are a very smart boy." Was all she said.


   On Tuesday, they returned to the dealership to get the car. There was only one left. Apparently, red was very popular. Billy signed the papers, got a license plate number, and all that fancy stuff. Before he knew it, he was sitting in his brand new car listening to his mother jabber about safety.
   "Remember, no texting. And don;t forget to come to a full stop at stop signs. Also, you need to-"
   "Mom! I'm fine. I passed the driver's test perfectly. I know what I'm doing."
   "Who am I kidding? You have known everything about cars since you could talk." She looked into his eyes. "But, I'm going to take away your phone so you won't do anything." Billy smiled and plopped his iphone into her out-held hand. "Love you. Be safe!" She turned, walked to her own car and got in.
   Billy fixed the car key into the slot and turned it, making the car rev. This was going to be fun. He applied pressure to the gas pedal and scooted out of the parking lot and into the street. Billy rolled down the windows and letting his hair fly wildly. He turned up the radio loud to his favorite song. He came to a stop in front of a stop sign, looked, then rolled down the road again. He was having the time of his life. He decided to take the long way home, so he turned right when he reached the main street. Billy just drove around for hours, letting the wind pummel his face and listening to his favorite songs.
   When he finally arrived at his home, he explained to his mother why he was late and sat in a chair down by the window. Billy peeked outside at his bright red car. It was beautiful and he couldn't wait to drive it again tomorrow.

Short Story Sunday-#1

Life's Movie

   I don't know what happened. A man just came into my living room and I heard a bang and felt pain in my chest seconds later. My vision has gone blurry now and I can't see a thing. The man stomps out of the room and slams the door behind him. I'm crumpled on the ground now, just staring into space. I can't feel the pain anymore or even my damp clothes sticking to my body with blood. My vision slowly fades to black, but as soon as it's completely dark, it flashes a bright light and a scene forms.

    I'm standing in front of a tall brick building holding someone's hand. I look up the person's arm to my mother's loving face. "Mother, I don't want to go," I whisper. She looks down at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

   "Baby, you'll love it. I promise." She squeezes my hand as pair of glass doors open in front of me. She gives me an encouraging nudge. "Go on. It'll be fun." I take a deep breath, let go of my mother's hand and step inside my first school. The vision swirls and goes blurry.

   When it clears up, I'm standing on a stage. I look out to the crowd, searching for a face I might recognize. I see my best friend sitting next to my family. They wave to me with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. I stand up straight and smooth out my shirt before starting my speech.

   "Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming to see our fifth grade play as an ending to our year and our wonderful experience at this school. Next year we will go to the middle school. Now, without further ado, here is what you have been waiting for! The fifth grade presents...The Jungle Book!" I bow and slip off stage with a roar of applause following me. That was my first play and my first step out of being so shy. Again the scene blurs and spins around.
   Now, I'm sitting at a lunch table in the middle school with all my 7th grade friends surrounding me. They pass gifts wrapped in pretty paper my way. Most have a card that say, "Happy birthday!" but one doesn't. I open that one first. It's a gift card to Barnes and Noble on top of another gift card for Starbucks. I know exactly who this one is from.
   I jump up and run to the person, yelling, "Thanks Bobby! You know how much I love to drink coffee while reading books!" After I finish opening all the presents, we leave the lunch room. That was the only time I had gotten presents from my friends during school. As I walk out of the lunch room to my next class, feeling like royalty, I notice a beautiful face in the crowd, that soon becomes my first crush. The scene blurs again.

   I go through all the important events in my life. A car crash in my first car, that leaves me with 17 stitches and a broken wrist. My senior prom and getting an acceptance letter from a college. Then my graduation and finding true love in a coffee shop after a long hard day of college. I hold a baby in my arms, then I take her to her first day of school. Before I know it, she's graduating high school and leaving for college. I get a phone call that she's coming home for the holidays and I jump for joy. Then a man walks into my living room.
   After that last scene, I peel my eyes open, ever so slowly. I see a face looking down at me. A Christmas tree stands crooked in the comer of the room. My daughter leans over me with her golden hair falling to the ground around me. Tears roll down her face and she seems to be screaming something. But I can't hear her. I can't talk. I can't tell her how much I love them. I can't tell her how I died. I just look right back at her without an expression on my face. I lift my arm and touch her face with gentle fingers. I want to tell her I love her, but instead I just look into her eyes intently. Then my arm falls silently to the floor and I black out, never to awaken again...