Another Monday... another writings on the wall... decided to try a different genre. I didn't get very far with it, but decided to post it anyway. No editing has been done so I'm sure it's pretty rough, but at least you can see what I think when I write first hand!
Lela Kemp never planned for the worst which explained why her car wouldn't start and she was in the middle of nowhere without a phone. Her auburn curls completely frazzled looking and her face scrunched up in anger was making matters worse. She just realized she had no phone, and no on star, thanks to her mother convincing her it was for old fogies. Right now she felt like the unluckiest girl in the world. She looked around for any source of communication, under the seats, in her handbag, the glove compartment, there was nothing. She sat her head back against the seat and let out a deep sigh. "Why do I do this" she said allowed with such despair. She climbed out of the car, to what would normally be her delight the day was quiet and peaceful, only a few birds out chirping around the fields. She was deserted, and it didn't seem like anyone would be coming for quite sometime. She let out another sigh, she needed to be smart and decide what to do, however she looked at her attire and realized she wasn't exactly dressed for the part, she wore dark blue skinny jeans, paired with her favorite black boots and a a comfortable purple tank top. A little to dressed up for this predicament but she had no extra clothing so at this moment she would have to either wait or walk in what she was wearing. She grabbed her bag out of the passenger seat and started walking. The Mercedes was a gift she bought herself once she had moved to the big city, but what a gift it was turning out to be, it was had been quite the disaster lately, and there wasn't much she could do about it at this point. As she walked in her uncomfortable boots she reminded herself that this was part of the deal living in a big city, she was too visit her family as frequently as possible, and this part wasn't turning out as she had hoped.
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18 comments:
I cannot tell why some things hold for me
A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall,
Or of a rift in the horizon's wall
Opening to worlds where only gods can be.
There is a breathless, vague expectancy,
As of vast ancient pomps I half recall,
Or wild adventures, uncorporeal,
Ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free.
It is in sunsets and strange city spires,
Old villages and woods and misty downs,
South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns,
Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires.
But though its lure alone makes life worth living,
None gains or guesses what it hints at giving.
Okay Jen. Now I'm wondering about Lela and what is going to happen next. You have made me want to read more. Isn't that the point? Sure it's unedited *grin* but it's fun to read already.
And I think this story can really be something. You have more? Let's read it. =)
I would continue this. I agree with Robyn I want to know more about her:)
I am left wanting to know more. Great job!
Great job Jen! You have me intrigued! Nice, nice work for a first draft.
Hey Jennifer! I left you a prize on my blog!
Poor Lela! She should have bought a Volvo! ;)
can't wait to read what happens next..
Visiting family always turns into an ordeal, doesn't it?
sounds great..would love to hear more!
This reminds me of business trips to snowy Pennsylvania and my ridiculous high heels.
I agree with the pp, I want to know what happens next. And, I'm really worried about her ruining her beautiful boots walking all the way for help... I guess I would be concerned with that though.
Oh my goodness, I feel her pain!!! You did a nice job with the realism. It felt very genuine, and I was able to slip into her shoes very easily. I'm curious as to what will happen to her now. So you've hooked me. Well done!
Ooo. Good stuff!
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Great beginning, and having had my own adventures when being required to visit family (especially the famous time my mother made fun of me because I was worried the roads would be too icy. Guess who wound up in a snow bank late that night?) it rings very true for me. I too would love to see where this one goes.
I'm hooked! I'd love to see what happens next!
That's great, I love the description. And I agree with Caroline, it felt very genuine. Nice work!
Poor Lela! Thanks for sharing!
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