Yellow everyone, I am Elizabee and I like to write for fun as a hobby. This year I have challenged myself to write a short story every single day. I would love for you to join me as I share this writing adventure with you all :)
The Brown Out Sitting in her room late at night, her best friend and roommate sleeping lightly in the room down the hall, she sits, staring blankly at her computer screen. Her eyes grow ever heavier and she contemplates going to sleep but refuses. Some power of will works itself against her sleep schedule and convinces her to stay awake. Rain falls, leaving a soft pitter patter on the roof, although she can’t hear it over her calming music. She doesn’t even know it is there. That is until she is drawn out of her trance of boredom by the dimming of her light. It does not go out completely, but darkens then immediately returns to its full brightness. She turns to her light, “what the f-” she confusedly proclaims out loud. With her focus drawn away from the music she swears she hears a voice go through the house. The voice seemed femenine but robotic, nothing like her roommate. A little freaked out by the circumstances she leaves her room and looks around t...
The Girl in the Horse Painting “Oh man have you seen that one painting, the one with the horse, on that blue background.” “Yeah! Oh my gosh that painting is so good. I’m actually looking to get a print of it to hang in my house.” “That would look so good in your living room, or anywhere really.” “I know, it’s such a good painting it could go anywhere really and make the room better!” “Have you ever noticed the girl in the background? I never had until someone pointed it out to me and then I couldn’t stop looking at her.” “There is a girl in the background?” “I know right. I was shocked too, but yeah, there is. When you get that print you’ll have to look for her.” “I guess I will. Wow, that's amazing. I’ve looked at that painting a thousand times and never even noticed the girl. You think the artist intended it to be that way?” “He must have. I’m sure he did it for this very reason, for people to be astounded by the fact they never saw the girl.” “Goes to show ...
Carried by the Breeze She stood in the breeze, arms stretched out wide. “Take me away,” she said, and the wind complied with her request. It picked her up off the earth and carried her through the sky and clouds. Although a wondrous view passed by below her, she just closed her eyes and floated with the wind. The sight could be replicated but this feeling would never be again. She did nothing but float, feeling the breeze run through her hair, trying to capture it in her hands. Hours went by and she enjoyed every moment, but the chill of the sky began to wear into her, she was ready to go down. The wind however had different plans, it was not ready to let her go. Her assumption of being a friend to the wind changed as she realized she was prisoner to it. Struggling against air, she tried to point herself downwards and break free. Her thoughts were not on the fall, only of wanting to be free. After fighting and struggling as hard as she could, the air became im...
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