I'm a self proclaimed writer, and I just want to share some stuff i wrote from a while ago, and recent stuff as I write it. Please enjoy!
Free by Uzma
Addie woke up and looked out her window, the first snowfall of the year. It was beautiful and covered up all the imperfections of her busted up new backyard. It was her first morning in her new house. She flew through the house opening all the curtains and dusting the windows. The ranch-style house lit up from the glow of the snow. There were boxes everywhere, trinkets of all sorts just lying around. She sighed as she surveyed the living room and tied her hair into a messy knot. She stood for a long time, just looking around wondering what to attack first, and then she felt it. A kick, in the middle of her abdomen. The first one, ever. She sat down and gripped her slightly bulging belly and tears formed in her eyes. She was a mess. She sat for a long while, thinking of her past, her future and her present. She eventually got up and went to the bathroom, showered and got dressed up to go eat breakfast. She had passed a diner last night while driving into the town, she decided she would eat there. About half an hour later Addie was in her car and ready to go when she realized that the snow made it almost impossible for her to move her car. She needed to shovel it. Appropriately, her stomach growled and her baby kicked. She groaned as she got out of the car and headed to the backyard shed, hoping that there was a shovel there. “Girls from Miami don’t know how to shovel,” she mumbled under her breath as she trudged into the shed. She opened the small light and the room lit up, it was any man’s dream. Filled with every type of craftsman tool invented. She ran her hands along the walls brushing dust off the tools and pushing boxes aside looking for a shovel. Her inner dialogue was yelling at her to just drive over the snow, but she was determined to do this right. “IT’S THE CLIIIIIIIIIIMMMMBBB! YE-HAAA YEAHHHH!” The shrieking of a girl’s voice cut through her thoughts and temporarily made her deaf. She ran out of the shed looking for the person who was singing so horridly. As soon as she stepped out of the shed she saw a girl about 16 or 17 shoveling snow. Well really, dancing with a shovel in her hand, prancing around and almost making a fool out of herself. Now the shovel was her guitar, her hair was flying and she hit a high note. Addie could swear that she heard the glass on her windows breaking, but…something about that girl just worked. She had no idea anyone was watching her, and it looked like she honestly could care less. That is, until she spotted Addie standing and staring. The girl stopped, frozen with the shovel/guitar up over her head. Her hair was all over her face and she was no longer wearing her jacket, it was flung half a yard away from her. She just stared at Addie, and even from far away Addie could see her strikingly blue eyes, the way they looked against her pale skin and almost blue hair. All of a sudden all Addie could think of doing was singing, impulsively, she flung her arms out and started, “You‘re on the phone with your girlfriend she‘s upset.” She was no better than the pale faced girl, but for some reason she didn’t care. Soon she was back, back to her room in her parents’ house. Friday night, all alone dancing and singing around. Her hairbrush her best friend and her mirror her confidante. Feeling like no one was watching her. “YOU BELONG WITH MEEEEE! YOU BELONG WITH ME!” Addie kept singing and dancing, all her dance moves, years in the making were debuted. When the song was over, she opened her eyes tentatively to see no one around her. The pale faced girl was gone. Addie looked around for a while but then returned to the shed, found the shovel and shoveled her way out. After returning from the diner, Addie went back into her living room and groaned at the sight of all the boxes and dust. She had so much work to do, but all she felt like doing was sitting down with a hot chocolate and a good book. Another kick, even her baby was telling her to just suck it up and do the work. “Fine, I’ll do the work, but you have to stop kicking me Katya! Unless you plan on being a famous soccer player, you won’t need all that practice. On second thought, famous soccer players get a lot of money…oh Katya you could make us rich! Wait that’s so bad mom of me, Katya you could be whatever you want to be, I won’t force ANY careers on you, be a free spirited child! Live all your dreams and never forget to live your life to the fullest. And don’t go getting pregnant so young either! I mean I know I am, but don’t be like me…not that I regret having you, no, no I love you Katya! You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, it’s just that I want you to live the best life ever, not be as vulnerable and a loser as me ok?” She looked down at her stomach and smiled. “Oh my god, what am I doing? I’m talking to a fetus, that’s what. I’m going crazy! Next thing you know I’ll be talking to the walls and the furniture.” Addie picked up a roll of tape and said, “why hello roll of tape. How are you doing today? Want to hear all of my problems? I’ll tell you them anyway, well you see I got pregnant at 21 and hmmm...my husband died and left me this house. So it’s my obligation to live in it right? Except this is like freaking Snow City, Tennessee and I’m from Miami, Florida. Yeah you do the math, oh wait! You can’t! Because you’re a stupid roll of tape that I’m talking to for God’s sake. And you know what’s even worse? I just made a fool out of myself outside, I thought I made a friend but she just walked away. Probably thought I was a freak or something. My bulging belly and my decade old dance moves just put me into the loser category. Wait I’m not in high school!” Addie spun around in the room and stopped out of breath. “I’M NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL! NO ONE KNOWS ME HERE!” She yelled as she ran around the room, tripping over all the boxes. She fell on the floor with a thud and moaned in pain. “Okay I’m done.” And that was that. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By the way, I entered this in my high school's short story contest. This is basically my style of writing also, small situations, pockets of time, not really full blown stories. Hope you like!
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Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere.
This next thing is a vignette (sketch: a brief literary description) That I had to write for school, actually it was a small book of personal vignettes (pronounced vin-yets) and this is one of my favorites :)).
The Lost Girls
The wind in my face, the heavy smell of the marsh wafting towards my nose, missing it oh so slightly and wafting back to the marsh. My feet grazing the ground ever so slightly, stopping the swing momentarily. My calloused hands getting more bruised as I grip the rope string and pull in one swift moment, the swing is in motion again. Giggling with my little cousin, who seems to mature as soon as she plants herself onto the swing. She steps off and I almost call her Peter. We giggle and talk and giggle and talk, and I wonder if anyone can hear us. Hear the adolescence in our voices, hear the tinted sadness in our giggle. I wonder if anyone can hear us growing up, growing wings and leaving Neverland. Slowly, at out own pace. We sit there all day, until the sun sets and the fireflies come out. They yell at us to go inside, but we ignore them. As night falls, our conversation dies, we sit and sit and sit. Not one word, the silence is filled with giggles as we swing higher and higher, avoiding bugs and trying to fly. The view is gorgeous, but the smell is terrible. Still nothing in the world could get us back to reality. Soon we’re soaring so high that we’re kicking the stars, our giggles bounce around in space and we take a bite out of the moon. The cheesy taste still in our mouth and we watch the cow as it faithfully jumps over and waves as he falls back down. But us, no, we’re not ready. We hang around and watch the American flag waving to us until we realize there is no wind in the sky. And then we’re back. Back to life. We take off our wings and lay them on the swing, pick up the bag of twizzlers, and race the fireflies into the house.
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Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere.
