authors of the world unite!!!

airhead · 28 May 2005, 00:50

This thread is your chance to write a small short story (unless you wann put in chapters in which you reply to the thread with in seperate goes) OK? My go!

Mist Art

I push my hands up against the window, my eyes snapping open in childish glee as i gaze at the raindrops dancing down the pane. There is a slight wave in the glass, distorting the murky sky into a swirl of greys and almost silver. I press myself closer to the window, watching my breath mist onto the cold glass and dissapear when i breath in. I press my finger onto the mist and drag it down."Only babies do that," I inwardly scould myself. "I'll mark the window,"

I turn away, and amuse myself by flicking a dead fly on the sill. It bounces off the sill and lands with a small "thud" on the floor. it lies there for a second, and bored of that, (as fly wasn't doing anything interesting) i turn back to the line in the breath- mist. Before my thoughts can contradict me, I lift my arm and before i know it, I give my line two arms and two legs. With a little consentration i make his head, a round circle. I'm no good at circles. My teacher is constantly on my back about it. I lean back, marvelling at my circle. It's pretty good... although he looks like a pinhead.

But something's missing... of course! He can't see! I poke two eye- dots out for him in the appropriate places. He looks cold too... but i don't want to give him a boring old t shirt or something. I smile and i draw out a suit of armour for my man. He looks a picture, but he looks lonely.

Lifting my hand up, i draw him a wife. She's pretty, but her head is a little more wonkey than her husbands. So to make up, i trace out a long flowing dress that spreads out beyond her feet. It's pretty rediculous really, her dress is longer than her. If she walks she'd fall over, probably thats why her heads so funny. I think anybodies head would be funny.

They still look a bit bald. So sucking in a lungful of air, I blow it out onto the window next to them, making sure it is a big bit. I stick my tongue out in consentration and i lift my arm out. For the net five minuites I form the shape of a dragon. I give im long teeth, all made to rip things like knights apart and frighten things. He is soon in possesion of two long wings, made for long flights amoungst the clouds. His claws are long and sharp, just like his many white teeth. These are for running and holding his treasure. He's big and feirce, and even his eyes are making me step back.

I lean backwards and take a good look at the picture on the window pane and i smile. My eyes glitter in pride, each and every line made more beautiful by the water- diamonds outside. Mother nature is my paint and man is my canvas. I think I see my grandmother coming... She doesn't look happy.

"Only babies do that, Emma," She scoulds. "That's gonna mark the glass you know,"

Based on a true story... :)

28 May 2005, 00:50	#1
airhead the enchanted spleen Join Date: 12.02.2004 Location: ok, you see that sweet little cottage? I live next door in the nuthouse. Posts: 1,909	authors of the world unite!!! This thread is your chance to write a small short story (unless you wann put in chapters in which you reply to the thread with in seperate goes) OK? My go! Mist Art I push my hands up against the window, my eyes snapping open in childish glee as i gaze at the raindrops dancing down the pane. There is a slight wave in the glass, distorting the murky sky into a swirl of greys and almost silver. I press myself closer to the window, watching my breath mist onto the cold glass and dissapear when i breath in. I press my finger onto the mist and drag it down."Only babies do that," I inwardly scould myself. "I'll mark the window," I turn away, and amuse myself by flicking a dead fly on the sill. It bounces off the sill and lands with a small "thud" on the floor. it lies there for a second, and bored of that, (as fly wasn't doing anything interesting) i turn back to the line in the breath- mist. Before my thoughts can contradict me, I lift my arm and before i know it, I give my line two arms and two legs. With a little consentration i make his head, a round circle. I'm no good at circles. My teacher is constantly on my back about it. I lean back, marvelling at my circle. It's pretty good... although he looks like a pinhead. But something's missing... of course! He can't see! I poke two eye- dots out for him in the appropriate places. He looks cold too... but i don't want to give him a boring old t shirt or something. I smile and i draw out a suit of armour for my man. He looks a picture, but he looks lonely. Lifting my hand up, i draw him a wife. She's pretty, but her head is a little more wonkey than her husbands. So to make up, i trace out a long flowing dress that spreads out beyond her feet. It's pretty rediculous really, her dress is longer than her. If she walks she'd fall over, probably thats why her heads so funny. I think anybodies head would be funny. They still look a bit bald. So sucking in a lungful of air, I blow it out onto the window next to them, making sure it is a big bit. I stick my tongue out in consentration and i lift my arm out. For the net five minuites I form the shape of a dragon. I give im long teeth, all made to rip things like knights apart and frighten things. He is soon in possesion of two long wings, made for long flights amoungst the clouds. His claws are long and sharp, just like his many white teeth. These are for running and holding his treasure. He's big and feirce, and even his eyes are making me step back. I lean backwards and take a good look at the picture on the window pane and i smile. My eyes glitter in pride, each and every line made more beautiful by the water- diamonds outside. Mother nature is my paint and man is my canvas. I think I see my grandmother coming... She doesn't look happy. "Only babies do that, Emma," She scoulds. "That's gonna mark the glass you know," Based on a true story... :)