Its been quite a while since I first posted here (and haven’t since ) But let’s see if I can keep it going 😛 So here’s a short story I wrote for my English teacher this past school year. Style based on Ernest Hemingway’s writing.
An Outside Choice
The rain rolled down the window in fat drops while the impatient girl looked out. The water rushed through the streets of the city, flooding the gutters. The wind changed direction randomly, and the rain changed with it.
A few men and women outside fled quickly from the downpour wearing long jackets and umbrellas in hand. All were running from the wet. Farther down the long street was a man who crashed his car into a pole. He pulled out a phone while still in the driver’s seat. The people in the café next to the prestigious prep school looked outside sullenly, either at the torrential skies or the accident.
The girl traced her finger down the classroom window, following a drop. The other children in the class paid attention to the droning teacher, but the girl kept staring out. She rolled up her sleeves and smoothed her skirt. She didn’t listen to the teacher today, she was ready.
The bell rang and students filed out of the classrooms, fastening hoods, flipping up jacket collars, and all with their umbrellas in tow. She followed them out into the hall, listening to the muffled footsteps of the other children’s boots and goulashes.
Out front, the umbrella-toting masses of children dashed over to their parents’ cars. Beatrice watched as one of the youngest children slipped and fell. She stood back up and continued on her way, but left her umbrella on the ground. The last glimpse of her muddy pant leg and sock disappearing into the car made Beatrice smile. She liked that young girl.
Beatrice took two steps out from under the awning of the prep school and lifted her chin. She liked the way that the rain hit her, how the winds tore at her hair and clothes. She liked the transformation that occurred: dry to wet. Being a part of it made her feel like the opposite was worth it.
Now drenched, her smile became a grin of pure joy. She had left her shoes inside.
One of the new things people began to find out in the last century was that thoughts—just mere thoughts—are as powerful as electric batteries—as good for one as sunlight is, or as bad for one as poison. To let a sad thought or a bad one get into your mind is as dangerous as letting a scarlet fever germ get into your body. If you let it stay there after it has got in you may never get over it as long as you live… surprising things can happen to any one who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place.
“Where you tend a rose, my lad, A thistle cannot grow.”
For me, beginnings and endings are the hardest to deal with. End of school year, losing friends. Beginning of a new year, finding myself again. Both cause me unwanted stress and negative thoughts. Even in writing, starting something is pretty tough. I despise cliches and introductions get quite boring. It’s hard to know what will captivate a reader. But.. since I can’t jump right in to what I’d like to say I guess I’ll have to explain myself first.
I’ve always thought of myself as a writer for the greater part of my life. Maybe its just a coincidence that my last name happens to be Storey? Writing and story-telling come naturally to me. The friends that I converse with daily often tell me that I have the most interesting and dramatic stories about my everday life, as if I made them up… but I’m not a liar. (Well, for the most part). I’m sure I’d be more into acting if it wasn’t for stage fright.
On the page it’s easier to express what I’m truly feeling. In the past few years I experimented with attempts at poetry, journals, books, and such but I never really stuck with anything. I change my mind frequently and my ideas are different from one day to the next. So a while ago I thought, “Why not a blog?” Each entry wont be the same and I can write about the new thoughts or events that inspire me daily. Except before I finished setting this up, summer rolled around and I was swept up into one of the best and busiest summers that I’ve ever had.
Needless to say, I got a little sidetracked.
When the summer ended (for me), it brought about a few changes in my life and my thoughts. Lately, its been a very rough ride these past few weeks and on top of everything else, my junior year started two days ago. School is turning out to be a distraction from all the negativity in my mind, but with all my free time I got bored. So I randomly decided to chat with someone I barely met and haven’t talked to for months.
After a while, our conversation led to figuring out what I should do with my free time and my hobby of writing came up. I had forgotten about my desire to start up a blog and he helped me kick myself out of my depressing mood. I thanked him for that and here I am, inspired again. Maybe this is a place I can organize my thoughts, or it could be an escape from reality.
I haven’t decided yet.
The quote I chose to begin with is from a great story about rebirth and the relationship between well-being and outlook. I read The Secret Garden over the summer and it had an impact on how I saw life and I have a little more optimism than before.
The book shows the parallel lives of two unhappy and sickly children who are related and brought together. When introduced, the two are so engrossed in dismal and troubled childhoods that they have no room for playing or friendship, only having know neglect and misfortune. When the girl learns of a secret garden and finally finds the friendly human companionship she needs, she starts to physically and emotionally recover. Then she discovers her cousin who is on a sickbed and is only dying because his father believes he is. Not getting any attention from his father, he’s grown up believing it too when in reality the illness is all in his head. The two become friends after a while and she divulges her secret of the garden, of friendship, flavor, nature, and magic to him, which heals them both and he wins back his father’s affection.
I know from experience that the mindset of thinking that nothing is going right only makes things worse. Being optimistic and knowing that there are things worth living for keeps the mind healthy. Friendship is definitely a driving force for me. Without my lovely friends, I’m sure I wouldn’t be who I am. Although I don’t always keep a happy outlook when things go wrong, I’m learning and its a good lesson. I wont focus on the ugly thoughts.
I’ll grow a rose garden instead.