Writing Challenge - Day 5
To all who are reading this,
Day five on the ELEMENTAL challenge. We are a third of the way through the challenge. I am loving it - it gives me a chance to flex the creative muscles as I'm still struggling on a chapter of my WIP (work-in-progress) and I am also awaiting news on my second novella, Best Consumed Within.
Enough of other writing projects - the challenge is now!
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the fifth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 5. - ELECTRICITY
The word sounds funny on my tongue. E-lec-tri-city. It is something I have only ever heard the older generation speak of. People like my adoptive parents, Veronica and Leonard. They can remember a time when they could read a book by large lamps, watch something they called a television, walk streets without the fear of bandit attack. Leonard even said that there were things called motor cars. It is hard to believe that a city like this could be completely powered. Once upon a time, it would have been bursting with light and life. Now, we have been relegated to darkness, fending for ourselves, taking risks for the sakes of our families and friends. I have climbed into old factories and other buildings with friends when we have been scavenging. We have seen the machinery that once rumbled and shook the ground that we stood on. We have taken apart contraptions that could have once saved lives in medic centres. Veronica later told me they were called hospitals, and that I had been born in one. She then told me how I had been named for a country that my parents had visited and fallen in love with, a country that had been the epicentre of light and power during the early years of their lives - Paris. My friends and I have seen a world unlike anything we have ever known. When storms hit our city, we cower in our apartment buildings and houses. We put blankets over our heads, hide under tables and chairs, and press pillows and cushions against our ears. Years ago, things were different. Veronica remembers a time when she and my birth mother stood by a beach, watching the sky light up across the sea. Leonard remembers when all the technology failed when forks of lightning hit transmitters (whatever they are), and how he and my father went around unplugging everything in sight. Those storms cost me my parents. E-lec-tri-city. No matter how many times I say it, it sounds foreign.THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)Currently reading: Underworld by Meg Cabot
Day five on the ELEMENTAL challenge. We are a third of the way through the challenge. I am loving it - it gives me a chance to flex the creative muscles as I'm still struggling on a chapter of my WIP (work-in-progress) and I am also awaiting news on my second novella, Best Consumed Within.
Enough of other writing projects - the challenge is now!
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the fifth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 5. - ELECTRICITY
The word sounds funny on my tongue. E-lec-tri-city. It is something I have only ever heard the older generation speak of. People like my adoptive parents, Veronica and Leonard. They can remember a time when they could read a book by large lamps, watch something they called a television, walk streets without the fear of bandit attack. Leonard even said that there were things called motor cars. It is hard to believe that a city like this could be completely powered. Once upon a time, it would have been bursting with light and life. Now, we have been relegated to darkness, fending for ourselves, taking risks for the sakes of our families and friends. I have climbed into old factories and other buildings with friends when we have been scavenging. We have seen the machinery that once rumbled and shook the ground that we stood on. We have taken apart contraptions that could have once saved lives in medic centres. Veronica later told me they were called hospitals, and that I had been born in one. She then told me how I had been named for a country that my parents had visited and fallen in love with, a country that had been the epicentre of light and power during the early years of their lives - Paris. My friends and I have seen a world unlike anything we have ever known. When storms hit our city, we cower in our apartment buildings and houses. We put blankets over our heads, hide under tables and chairs, and press pillows and cushions against our ears. Years ago, things were different. Veronica remembers a time when she and my birth mother stood by a beach, watching the sky light up across the sea. Leonard remembers when all the technology failed when forks of lightning hit transmitters (whatever they are), and how he and my father went around unplugging everything in sight. Those storms cost me my parents. E-lec-tri-city. No matter how many times I say it, it sounds foreign.THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)Currently reading: Underworld by Meg Cabot
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