Im gonna write a line of a short story and you are gonna keep writing... Sounds fun isnt it?
After holding a pen over a notebook for a couple of hours Laura finally stood up and cried, "I've had enough of this writers block..."
"Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again" The Lonely-Christina Perri
"Gonna leave this freaking place" Laura tried to find her bag...but in vein
"Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again" The Lonely-Christina Perri
"Ugh...what a month..." She murmured, "At first the writers block...then the accident...this old hotel and now my bag...hah..." The scene of the accident in which she slipped down from the balcony of her room started to play in her head...
"Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again" The Lonely-Christina Perri
... and to remember every detail of it was just too painful, so she shook her head, hoping the nightmarish memory left her with peace. She focused on the matter of her bag, and wondered its whereabout. Wanted to find answers from its disappearance, she left the room and made it very sure that her door was locked.
"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.
The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."
"Laura! How are you?" A tall, blonde woman stood in front of her, holding something that looked like Laura's bag. It kept on swinging back and forth -- the woman was holding it so carelessly.
"Excuse me," Laura's brown eyes narrowed, "who exactly are you?"
Want to talk about your project? Head on over to the Writers Corner! If you have a question about writing, then head on over to Research! Is your question not big enough to warrant its own thread? Ask away in Little Details!
The women looked startled, and put her mouth into a thin line,silently holding out Laura's bag. Something was going on here that Laura didn't know about, and she was determined to find out! Time to investigate!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Not wanting to put the blondie in an uneasy state, Laura gave her her widest smile, her eyes sparkling.
"I'm fine, of course! How about you?" she said. She looked at the bag with her eyebrows raised. "That's a nice bag you have there! I have the same one too. Where did you buy this?" she added cheerfully.
"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.
The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."
"Beautiful isn't it...my father gave it to me..." The lady replied..."Aww...my dear...dear Laura...last time i saw you...you were a little baby...your eyes say that you didn't recognize me...I'm aunt Vienna...you silly girl...and this is your bag...I took it just to surprise you..."The lady handed the bag over to Laura. Laura was surprised enough to see the lady...and most importantly how did the lady recognized her...
"Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again" The Lonely-Christina Perri
Laura pursed her lips together, wondering if to doubt the strange lady in front of her. "How would I know that you are my aunt?" Her eyes narrowed, "also, how did you manage to obtain my bag?"
Want to talk about your project? Head on over to the Writers Corner! If you have a question about writing, then head on over to Research! Is your question not big enough to warrant its own thread? Ask away in Little Details!
"Oh, don't worry about that, dear!" The woman laughed nervously and swung the bag casually. Laura took a step back, suspicious. Why wouldn't this woman give her an answer?
I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though. — Holden Caulfield
Gender:
Points: 1316
Reviews: 21