Here we are, at our second Fiction Friday! Today I decided to share a short story I wrote, first inspired by the song, This is the Time, by Superchick. I'm not big on writing short stories, I tend to have to much to say and just want to write a whole book on it. But I am working on the ability to condense my writing into simple short stories. I tend to get carried away and write on and on, so I hope I did better in pulling myself back to writing less. Tell me what you think, but first listen to the song. ;-)
Carry Your Burdens
Short Story Inspired by, This is the Time
The day had finally come to an end.
The house was still. The dog had curled into a small ball by the
front window watching the suns last rays disappear as it drifted off
to sleep. She dumped the last cup into the sink, she brushed a loose
strand of hair behind her ear as she stared at the sink. Wrapping her
fingers around the sinks edge, she sighed. Survive the day. That was
her only goal in life. She looked back on life only a few years ago.
It seamed to full of excitement and hope. Now she seamed to be barely
living. Struggling to find meaning to her life.
She smeared a tear across her cheek
hastily as more threatened to slip down. Her eyes came up to stare
out the window, it's lace curtains parted to show the fading sunset.
Che closed her eyes, a strange will or perhaps strength seemed to be
pulling at her. She held her head in her hands trying to clear it.
Nothing changed. Outside. She needed to get out. She drifted from the
sink slowly. Her feet led her to the door. She brushed past the pile
of shoes by the door. Her hands fluttered to the locks. She felt in a
daze as she flipped them and wrapped her hand around the door knob.
She pushed the door open. The cool night air smacked her as she
gasped. She closed her eyes for the moment, breathing in the air. She
stepped out, eyes shut.
She felt the cold wood of the porch
under her toes. She kept walking until her hands caught hold of the
porches railing. Her eyes fluttered open. The grass lay before her in
the yard, gathering dew from the afternoon rain. She moved to the
steps and gently stepped down. She smiled as her feet came to sink
into the wet grass. They dug into the wet dirt and grass as she took
a few more steps. A wave of emotion rushed up her spine as she picked
up her pace. Her feet began pounding into the grass and mud, she was
rushing towards the open field. She kept going, staring straight
ahead at the skies last remnants of light.
She slid to a stop at last. With a
quick jump she bound into the air for a moment then landed back down
with a laugh that bubbled out of her. She threw her head back staring
up at the sky fading to stars and midnight blue. She beamed as she
hugged herself tightly and spun in a quick circle. She stood still
suddenly, a smirk across her beaming face. She bowed to the empty
field before her. With her right hand she put it out pretending to
fold it over the hand of the air. The other she placed on the
shoulder of nothingness. With gentle movements she began. Her skirt
was damp from the run through the field, weighing it down as she
twirled in the middle of the grass and mud. She closed her eyes and
continued the dance, feet moving quicker as they found their
placements. She spun and raced, hands open in her partners palms. She
felt her hair coming loose from the slipping braid, she smiled
brighter as the tie fell loose, allowing her thick hair to fly. She
spun faster, eyes still shut, she dropping one hand she grabbed her
skirt in a heap and began a faster dance.
The silent music seamed to pause. She
gasped, her twirling abruptly ended. She chose to keep her eyes shut
as she felt the hand that had folded into her outstretched one. She
dropped her soaked skirt. Slowly she raised her other hand until it
came in contact the the figure. She inched her hand up the other arm
and allowed it to rest on the shoulder. The hand slipped down to her
waist. She fluttered her eyes open. His blazing blue eyes stared into
hers. She seamed to wilt under his loving gaze. He pulled her into an
embrace, she let her hands fall folding into the embrace. She closed
her eyes, chocking over sobs that begged to come forth.
“I came to carry your burdens.”
he whispered, his hand coming up to stroke her head. “Find rest in
me.”
Well? What did you all think? Any tips on writing short stories you care to share? Have you ever written something inspired by a song? I would love to hear of some song recommendations for short stories like this. I really enjoy creating stories around songs, and I am looking for more to work with.
Be sure to come back next Friday for more Fiction Friday!
Be sure to come back next Friday for more Fiction Friday!
