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Writing Fiction - 2.17 Ideas for a story
(Writers often worry that they won’t be able to think of ideas for a story, but ideas can come from anywhere. Turn on the radio and take note of the first thing that is mentioned. Use it as the basis for either the start of a story or an entire story)
Here is mine:
The sound of hooves clopping and wheels of a wagon going down the street echoed as Aishe arrived at a cottage house neighbourhood, going down a beautiful street where each house seemed to stand on its own little hill like royalty. There were trees, rose bushes and hydrangeas everywhere, pale pink almond blossoms rested on the grass, and the periwinkle blue bow-top caravan with astonishing artwork made a magical contrast. Children were playing in the front lawns and their mothers were drinking mimosas and watching over them as they exchanged the day’s gossips.
‘Wonders! Come see the wonders of the world!’ said Aishe with a tired voice, as a result of being on the road for two years in search of a person she has never met, and as she passed in front of their big expensive houses they rushed their children in.
The sun was hitting her face. She was not in the right clothes for this weather, with her long wavy black as the crow hair, a long bohemian black dress and black leather boots. The fuchsia scarf on her head did nothing to help the situation and she grabbed a handkerchief from the pocket of her long black coat to wipe the sweat from the back of her neck. She reached for her water bottle but it was empty and stopped the wagon in the shadow of an almond tree, in front of a storybook style house with cream walls and grey stone. She leaned over the open window of her Dutch-door and grabbed another bottle of water and a plastic bowl. She got of the wagon and walked to her horse, pouring some water in the bowl for him. ‘Patience my dear.’ she whispered to the horse and drank the refreshing liquid. Her eyes caught something yellow and she had a strange feeling like when others like her are around, when magic is in the air.
Under the same tree a little girl, around the age of eight, wearing a bright yellow dress was sitting on a rock next to an enormous wolf dog, his head was resting on her lap, her pale fingers touched its grey fur. As Aishe came closer the wolf growled. ‘Everything is all right Lorcan, calm down.’ said the little girl to her dog. The wolf found her two years ago when she and her father went to the graveyard to leave flowers on her mother’s grave. Lorcan was a brave guardian ever since, it was meant to be next to her.
The girl turned around, her long straight ash blonde hair brushing her back, and faced the strange woman. She looked at Aishe with her big curious dark grey eyes. ‘You are the woman in my dreams. I knew you were coming. I am River.’. Aishe was startled. She was gazing at her, amazed, her porcelain skin - prone to turning pink when cold or embarrassed, her cute freckles on her small upturned nose and cheeks and the strange birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon on her forehead, right where the third eye is supposed to be. She could not believe what River said to her, not the fact that she was not frightened by her presence, but most of all she could not believe she has found the girl of the prophecy. She couldn't see anyone on the front porch, door and windows were closed. Way to easy, she thought. River stood up and stared into Aishe’s golden green almond shaped eyes. Aishe felt uncomfortable, no one ever looked at her like that, it was as River was staring straight into her soul, a faint blush appeared on her olive skin. She took a big breath to clear her mind and spoke with a determined voice, ‘You are coming with me.’. She grabbed River by her wrist and rushed her into the wagon, Lorcan was barking and attacked her but she raised her arm, mumbled a few words and the wolf was immobilized. ‘Run, Thunder, we got her.’ screamed to her horse and they vanished.
- Georgia Panteli - Mpraikidi
Writing Fiction - 2.17 Ideas for a story
(Writers often worry that they won’t be able to think of ideas for a story, but ideas can come from anywhere. Turn on the radio and take note of the first thing that is mentioned. Use it as the basis for either the start of a story or an entire story)
Here is mine:
The sound of hooves clopping and wheels of a wagon going down the street echoed as Aishe arrived at a cottage house neighbourhood, going down a beautiful street where each house seemed to stand on its own little hill like royalty. There were trees, rose bushes and hydrangeas everywhere, pale pink almond blossoms rested on the grass, and the periwinkle blue bow-top caravan with astonishing artwork made a magical contrast. Children were playing in the front lawns and their mothers were drinking mimosas and watching over them as they exchanged the day’s gossips.
‘Wonders! Come see the wonders of the world!’ said Aishe with a tired voice, as a result of being on the road for two years in search of a person she has never met, and as she passed in front of their big expensive houses they rushed their children in.
The sun was hitting her face. She was not in the right clothes for this weather, with her long wavy black as the crow hair, a long bohemian black dress and black leather boots. The fuchsia scarf on her head did nothing to help the situation and she grabbed a handkerchief from the pocket of her long black coat to wipe the sweat from the back of her neck. She reached for her water bottle but it was empty and stopped the wagon in the shadow of an almond tree, in front of a storybook style house with cream walls and grey stone. She leaned over the open window of her Dutch-door and grabbed another bottle of water and a plastic bowl. She got of the wagon and walked to her horse, pouring some water in the bowl for him. ‘Patience my dear.’ she whispered to the horse and drank the refreshing liquid. Her eyes caught something yellow and she had a strange feeling like when others like her are around, when magic is in the air.
Under the same tree a little girl, around the age of eight, wearing a bright yellow dress was sitting on a rock next to an enormous wolf dog, his head was resting on her lap, her pale fingers touched its grey fur. As Aishe came closer the wolf growled. ‘Everything is all right Lorcan, calm down.’ said the little girl to her dog. The wolf found her two years ago when she and her father went to the graveyard to leave flowers on her mother’s grave. Lorcan was a brave guardian ever since, it was meant to be next to her.
The girl turned around, her long straight ash blonde hair brushing her back, and faced the strange woman. She looked at Aishe with her big curious dark grey eyes. ‘You are the woman in my dreams. I knew you were coming. I am River.’. Aishe was startled. She was gazing at her, amazed, her porcelain skin - prone to turning pink when cold or embarrassed, her cute freckles on her small upturned nose and cheeks and the strange birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon on her forehead, right where the third eye is supposed to be. She could not believe what River said to her, not the fact that she was not frightened by her presence, but most of all she could not believe she has found the girl of the prophecy. She couldn't see anyone on the front porch, door and windows were closed. Way to easy, she thought. River stood up and stared into Aishe’s golden green almond shaped eyes. Aishe felt uncomfortable, no one ever looked at her like that, it was as River was staring straight into her soul, a faint blush appeared on her olive skin. She took a big breath to clear her mind and spoke with a determined voice, ‘You are coming with me.’. She grabbed River by her wrist and rushed her into the wagon, Lorcan was barking and attacked her but she raised her arm, mumbled a few words and the wolf was immobilized. ‘Run, Thunder, we got her.’ screamed to her horse and they vanished.
- Georgia Panteli - Mpraikidi
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