Writing Challenge - Day 12
To all who are reading this,
Day twelve on the ELEMENTAL challenge. This is a late one and I apologise, but I've had issues going on today.
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 twelfth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGE
DAY 12. - HEARTS
"Love hurts. Love sucks. Love kills." Christine repeated the mantra as she pummelled the pillow. She was stupid to have told him tonight. It was bad enough that she couldn't blame it on alcohol - she was completely sober. They'd had a good dance at the gig. They were both friends with the singer of the band, Sugar Skull, who had been the third act of the night. It had been a good set, a mix of covers and original material - stuff you could dance like an idiot to. She remembered the way Ewan had held her hips as they had swayed to the beat. The way he had spun her in a wide circle, and helped her up as she tripped over her own boots. How he had brushed the hair behind her ear, careful not to catch her new helix piercing. And that's when she blurted out: "I love you." His face and hers had flushed red. He dropped her hands and stuttered - something he only did when he was nervous. Christine had screwed up. She had run out of the hall, and through the double doors. She pushed her cloakroom ticket into the hands of the bored attendant, who in turn pushed the faux leather handbag and jacket her way. She had run all the way home. Her parents were surprised at the least to see her so early. Upstairs in her room, Christine had scrubbed her face of make-up and brushed the copious amounts of spray from her hair. She tossed her going out clothes onto the floor, along with her jacket and bag. She pulled on her comfiest, oldest pyjama's and sobbed into her pillow, the quilt pulled over her head. She didn't want to go to college tomorrow. It would be torture - she would have to see Ewan and relive the embarrassment, and the humiliation, the... Her phone beeped in her pyjama bottom pocket. Expecting a message from Louise, she opened the text. Her jaw dropped instead. You're so fucking cute, you know that? And for the record, I love you too. E x x x She had only just finished reading it again when another text came through. It was his name, followed by a red heart shaped emoticon and her name. Ewan <3 Christine. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013) Currently reading: Omens by Kelley Armstrong
Day twelve on the ELEMENTAL challenge. This is a late one and I apologise, but I've had issues going on today.
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 twelfth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGE
DAY 12. - HEARTS
"Love hurts. Love sucks. Love kills." Christine repeated the mantra as she pummelled the pillow. She was stupid to have told him tonight. It was bad enough that she couldn't blame it on alcohol - she was completely sober. They'd had a good dance at the gig. They were both friends with the singer of the band, Sugar Skull, who had been the third act of the night. It had been a good set, a mix of covers and original material - stuff you could dance like an idiot to. She remembered the way Ewan had held her hips as they had swayed to the beat. The way he had spun her in a wide circle, and helped her up as she tripped over her own boots. How he had brushed the hair behind her ear, careful not to catch her new helix piercing. And that's when she blurted out: "I love you." His face and hers had flushed red. He dropped her hands and stuttered - something he only did when he was nervous. Christine had screwed up. She had run out of the hall, and through the double doors. She pushed her cloakroom ticket into the hands of the bored attendant, who in turn pushed the faux leather handbag and jacket her way. She had run all the way home. Her parents were surprised at the least to see her so early. Upstairs in her room, Christine had scrubbed her face of make-up and brushed the copious amounts of spray from her hair. She tossed her going out clothes onto the floor, along with her jacket and bag. She pulled on her comfiest, oldest pyjama's and sobbed into her pillow, the quilt pulled over her head. She didn't want to go to college tomorrow. It would be torture - she would have to see Ewan and relive the embarrassment, and the humiliation, the... Her phone beeped in her pyjama bottom pocket. Expecting a message from Louise, she opened the text. Her jaw dropped instead. You're so fucking cute, you know that? And for the record, I love you too. E x x x She had only just finished reading it again when another text came through. It was his name, followed by a red heart shaped emoticon and her name. Ewan <3 Christine. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013) Currently reading: Omens by Kelley Armstrong
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