Month Away – March (04.05.’16)

“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”
Yoo ran out the laundry door. He waved her hands at the birds, who flattered into the air. “Go away”. He frowned at the table of plants. Seeds spread over the floor. I rushed to the door. The wind taking my breath away. I waved at him”You’re going to get wet”. He advancaed holding on the bars. “No!”

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Month Away – March (02.05.’16)

“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”

 

When you think how much they value memories, and then it’s all gone. I jumped out of bed, and rushed to the window. The cars were leaving already. The white turned the corner first and then the black followed. I thought they said 9 or 10. How could it be? I leaned out the window sill. “Hey!”. The last limousine paused at the gate. A little figure leaned on the glass window. He pointed right at me. Why didn’t he say something?. My heart buzzed. And then in the end it’s as if it was only half a day.

“Maybe there’s a better way to do this”

I jumped and threw my hands up.  I turned around. The door was closed, and the dust slept.

Month Away -April (30.04.’16)

IMG_1426“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”

He  crunched on his toast. “How are you today?”. I nodded. He smiled and clicked the remote. Blood floated in my head. How am I today? Outside it was 9 but really 8.  Machines rumbled over the wall, and I couldn’t remember. He clicked the remote again, and then tossed it on the sofa, “I need to complete her project” he said.

Month Away -April (29.04.’16)

IMG_1426“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”

I sat beside the pond and stared at the cement. It had no fish, no frogs, no tadpoles, and no water. I might’ve been able to make it to my desk before the sun climbs the trees, but I wait, and watch from afar. Something wasn’t right at home. Yoo placed her plants down on the chair, and flung the laundry door open. Then she came back on her phone. She glanced my way, and then at the gate. She turned in circles and looked down at the pavement. I squinted. I could’ve gotten up, but maybe it was just a call from the milkman.

“The morning’s getting earlier”.

I jumped and turned around. Chiggle hobbled across the grass, pulling his goat along. His eyes sunk, but he still managed a grin. “What are you doing here?”.

“I’m”. I said, trying to swallow, “just having a look at the pond”. I turned back and leaned to the floor. “It definitely progressed since last time”.

He scratched his head “It has”. Then he bent down and picked at the the goat’s collar. I smiled and raised my eyebrows “You let him free?”.
“Occasionally”. His face glowed. The baby goat glanced at Chiggle, then took off. Chiggle his backbapck down and rolled on the floor. “Aah” he said, stretching his arms out. “The clouds have smothered the sun”. He squinted

Month Away -April (28.04.’16)

IMG_1426“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”
I glanced over my shoulder. My heels itched, and I held the plate of pizza in my hand. Its heat made me sweat. Jabi slumped behind the door with a can of pineapple.

 “Does she usually take this long?” I asked, turning to Jabi. His eyes sunk.  “Not really”
He adjusted his position “They’re bringing the phone cable over here”.
I shut the door to a slit “seriously?”. My eyes rounded “It’s not one of those hoaxes is it?”
“No, I saw them digging all the way from town” he said. He dug into his pocket for another date.
“Those look like cockroaches”. I said, with a grin.
The darkness began to creep in through the pigeon holes. I let go of the door. “She’ll knock if she ever gets here” I said, reaching to the the floor.
“You know” he said “Last Wednesday I bought two of these”. He lifted the can in my face. His face went pink and he nodded. His eyes sparkled.
I dipped my hand into the syrup. “Ouch” I leaned away. “It’s cold”.

Month Away -April (25.04.’16)

IMG_1426“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by
fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and
Exposition”

 Em picked up my notebook, and brushed over it with his palm.  My face whitened. “Oh I have your twix here in the draw” I said, pointing and moving to open it. He grinned “Don’t worry”, he said placing it back on my desk “I won’t open it”. I coughed, his voice made me shudder, and my muscles relaxed. “I.. ”  There was no need to explain, it was obvious. He turned his back and left. My mouth settled back, and my back shrinked,My arms spread out on my knees.   I mean, it’s not like” I said after him, but the door shut. He got hurt. I leaned on my elbows, and rested my head on my desk. My toes curled.  What a child I am.

But it is private, after all. He needs to hear that.  I elbowed my chair back and shot up. “It’s better you catch me turning pages, than webpages”. I said. My desk shook, and I glared at the door. “Do you hear me?”.

The door creaked, and then opened to a slit.   “Whats that?”.
My eyes softened.

 

Month Away -April (24.04.’16)

IMG_1426“Instead of writing down everything that happens in your day, give your day a twist by fictionalising it”
“Practise using the 6 elements of story: Action, Description, Dialogue, Introspection, Emotion, and Exposition”
The windows were shut, but the cold seeped through. I stood listening for a sound, a movement. My Ritter packet dropped to the floor. The office chairs didn’t crank, the garage door didn’t rumble.
I sat down, trying to straighten my back. I looked up at ceiling hole and frowned. “Aren’t you going to spit?”. The circles beneath my eyes darkened.  Orange streaks leaked in, in between the blind slits. I slapped my cheek. “Wake up”. I picked up the empty packet of chocolate, and began to tear it into little pieces. The pink bits drifted to the ground. They say breath. Just breath. Because it’s supposed to help. My muscles were tight, but I tried to get up. Then the curtains moved.  A pair of legs ran passed under the curtain net, followed by another pair.
“Pick me up Mummy”
“I want to go on the swing”
“No, me, mummy”

Then there was only left the shadows. But I knew what came after the shadows. I clambered down the cupboard, and crawled behind the wall unit. I couldn’t afford them smell me of onions. The plastic on the laundry door rattled, and then I heard the creaking pram wheels. They go louder. I flinched. “Pick me up”. Came again. “Mummmy”.
“Inhale, Exhale.” Aikai would say, “Exhale, Inhale”. He would try to hide his glow. What was he to be proud of? I let go of my muscles. I had to act like I was doing something. I needed something to fiddle with.