Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Week #1 - Strangers to lovers
He first spied her when he stepped into the hotel lobby. She was sitting quietly, absentmindedly twirling her hair with her dainty fingers, focusing on the paperback novel clutched in her hands, and yet this simple glance was strong enough to capture his whole attention. He could not help but stopped to admire.
She first felt his glance when she was about to turn the page of her novel. She looked up, thinking it was someone she knew, only to draw a blank. She gave him a coy smile, and went right back to the novel she was reading.
His breath was taken away , his heart was beating wildly and a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind. Never before had he known such beauty, and he knew this was an opportunity that will never present itself again. He began walking in her direction.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the footsteps that came to a sudden halt in front of her. She looked up, startled, only to realize it was the same guy from moments ago. Up close, she could observe this man in detail, and it was not before long that she became aware of the wild palpitations of her heart.
He broke out in a wide grin and extended his hand to her, a hidden promise of fun times and adventures to come.
She shyly accepted his hand and surrendered her heart to the allure and mysteries of this stranger man.
And together, this greek couple strolled out of the hotel lobby hand in hand, and into the setting sun.
She first felt his glance when she was about to turn the page of her novel. She looked up, thinking it was someone she knew, only to draw a blank. She gave him a coy smile, and went right back to the novel she was reading.
His breath was taken away , his heart was beating wildly and a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind. Never before had he known such beauty, and he knew this was an opportunity that will never present itself again. He began walking in her direction.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the footsteps that came to a sudden halt in front of her. She looked up, startled, only to realize it was the same guy from moments ago. Up close, she could observe this man in detail, and it was not before long that she became aware of the wild palpitations of her heart.
He broke out in a wide grin and extended his hand to her, a hidden promise of fun times and adventures to come.
She shyly accepted his hand and surrendered her heart to the allure and mysteries of this stranger man.
And together, this greek couple strolled out of the hotel lobby hand in hand, and into the setting sun.
Week #1 - The Magic of Anticipation
She stared at the rolled-up letter in her hands.
Its worn edges and creased parchment gave credibility to the words of the hooded stranger, who had thrust it unceremoniously into her hands the moment he had confirmed her identity. "I have travelled a great long distance to deliver this to you," the man had said gruffly. He had then left hurriedly without so much as a backward glance, the swipe of his cloak stirring up the dead leaves she had forgotten to sweep that morning.
It was decidedly romantic, she thought. Her heart thumped a little faster at the thought that she was on the verge of a great big adventure, the likes of which she had never been through. She had spent an exceedingly boring eighteen years of her life in this small townhouse at the edge of London, with only her imagination for company. Or tolerable company, at least. The girls at her school were only interested in boys, their family connections, or the newest fashionable item.
She fantasized about what she would find in the letter. A confession of love from someone? A handsome stranger from a faraway land, who had perhaps been entranced by her lovely face while passing by her street? Or could it be a long-lost dying uncle, searching for his only heiress to pass down his inheritance? Better still, perhaps it was a secret mission, one which would require her vital assistance!
She tugged at the string with some difficulty, as the knot was matted. The messenger did seem to have been through a lot, just to pass her this letter! As the string fell away, she held her breath and unrolled the parchment. Her greedy eyes sought the inked words, written with impeccable penmanship.
It wasn't until she had looked through the whole letter three times, did she finally sigh and accept the brutal truth.
The letter was in an unrecognisable language. It could have been Greek for all she knew. The messenger had left. How was she to know what secrets the letter held, without risking others knowing its obviously important content?
Heaving a frustrated sigh, she left the letter on the mantelpiece and stalked out of the drawing room. She would head to the kitchen in search of some bread; at least one part of her would be fulfilled.
Unbeknownst to her, the ink on the letter began to shift and transform.
Its worn edges and creased parchment gave credibility to the words of the hooded stranger, who had thrust it unceremoniously into her hands the moment he had confirmed her identity. "I have travelled a great long distance to deliver this to you," the man had said gruffly. He had then left hurriedly without so much as a backward glance, the swipe of his cloak stirring up the dead leaves she had forgotten to sweep that morning.
It was decidedly romantic, she thought. Her heart thumped a little faster at the thought that she was on the verge of a great big adventure, the likes of which she had never been through. She had spent an exceedingly boring eighteen years of her life in this small townhouse at the edge of London, with only her imagination for company. Or tolerable company, at least. The girls at her school were only interested in boys, their family connections, or the newest fashionable item.
She fantasized about what she would find in the letter. A confession of love from someone? A handsome stranger from a faraway land, who had perhaps been entranced by her lovely face while passing by her street? Or could it be a long-lost dying uncle, searching for his only heiress to pass down his inheritance? Better still, perhaps it was a secret mission, one which would require her vital assistance!
She tugged at the string with some difficulty, as the knot was matted. The messenger did seem to have been through a lot, just to pass her this letter! As the string fell away, she held her breath and unrolled the parchment. Her greedy eyes sought the inked words, written with impeccable penmanship.
It wasn't until she had looked through the whole letter three times, did she finally sigh and accept the brutal truth.
The letter was in an unrecognisable language. It could have been Greek for all she knew. The messenger had left. How was she to know what secrets the letter held, without risking others knowing its obviously important content?
Heaving a frustrated sigh, she left the letter on the mantelpiece and stalked out of the drawing room. She would head to the kitchen in search of some bread; at least one part of her would be fulfilled.
Unbeknownst to her, the ink on the letter began to shift and transform.
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Hello World!
Start/Restart.
A new beginning.
Here we attempt to put pen to paper (or keyboard to screen) our fired imaginations, made of unseen worlds and unheard reflections.
Made of self-proclaimed lesser minds and even lesser motivation than established authors, a writing prompt will be provided each week to help us along. These individual weekly stories do not necessarily have to be linked, or be part of the same bigger story; like the blog name suggests, this is more like a repository or collection of short stories, and maybe poems.
There are no word restrictions, but each entry should hit at least 100 words except when deemed "less is more" (don't cheat yourself).
This writing community begins with two. We welcome new participants :D In time to come, if there are enough people, we might consider holding contests and themed months. If you just want to read, be our guest. Comments and/or constructive criticism will be appreciated. Please be kind (:
Let's hope this survives (LOL).
A new beginning.
Here we attempt to put pen to paper (or keyboard to screen) our fired imaginations, made of unseen worlds and unheard reflections.
Made of self-proclaimed lesser minds and even lesser motivation than established authors, a writing prompt will be provided each week to help us along. These individual weekly stories do not necessarily have to be linked, or be part of the same bigger story; like the blog name suggests, this is more like a repository or collection of short stories, and maybe poems.
There are no word restrictions, but each entry should hit at least 100 words except when deemed "less is more" (don't cheat yourself).
This writing community begins with two. We welcome new participants :D In time to come, if there are enough people, we might consider holding contests and themed months. If you just want to read, be our guest. Comments and/or constructive criticism will be appreciated. Please be kind (:
Let's hope this survives (LOL).
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