Dagfinn
Maid Of Doom
So I'm attempting to get myself to write more, and my biggest problem is finishing something I start . It's mostly because a project becomes much bigger and more complex than it needs to be. Something that could easily work as a novella suddenly turns into a trilogy in my mind xD
Anywho, I'm attempting to remedy that by forcing myself to write more short stories. So I can get int the habit of completing things, and finishing thoughts. As well as appropriately managing myself.
That being said, here is the first thing I'll put up. Based on a prompt I found on tumblr.
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
Anywho, I'm attempting to remedy that by forcing myself to write more short stories. So I can get int the habit of completing things, and finishing thoughts. As well as appropriately managing myself.
That being said, here is the first thing I'll put up. Based on a prompt I found on tumblr.
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
Headphones on, and cocoa in hand. Nothing would interrupt Gillian. All her doors and windows locked, isolated in her bedroom. No one could get to her now. Time to wait out as the minutes ticked by.
1 minute 42 seconds
Gillian forced herself to look away, pulling her sweater sleeve to cover up her wrist. A slow exhale in attempts to calm. Gillian promised herself not to watch it tick down to zero. This whole knowing the future, it wasn’t something she enjoyed. How could one keep up the illusions of free will if the future could be predicted? Quickly the thought buried as she picked up a book. They Say I Say.Maybe homework could distract her.
It didn’t - Gillian couldn’t see herself with anyone. Enjoying her solitude and the few close friends she did have. A hold new person changing her whole dynamic, it seemed stressful…
Drowning her thoughts in text yet even through that and her headphones she could hear her world crashing down… No. Her house was literally crashing down. All Gillian could do was fall back in her bed alarmed as a car rammed into the side of her house. Staring at the driver who looked just as confused as she felt.
The driver’s window already down, they attempted a joke be it a bit shakey “I-I seemed to have gotten lost, could you help me?”
It seemed that no one could escape fate. No matter how they tried.
I expect most of these will be one or two pages long. This was especially short. We'll see how things go in the least.
Critics welcome
[in fact encouraged, I like getting help].
1 minute 42 seconds
Gillian forced herself to look away, pulling her sweater sleeve to cover up her wrist. A slow exhale in attempts to calm. Gillian promised herself not to watch it tick down to zero. This whole knowing the future, it wasn’t something she enjoyed. How could one keep up the illusions of free will if the future could be predicted? Quickly the thought buried as she picked up a book. They Say I Say.Maybe homework could distract her.
It didn’t - Gillian couldn’t see herself with anyone. Enjoying her solitude and the few close friends she did have. A hold new person changing her whole dynamic, it seemed stressful…
Drowning her thoughts in text yet even through that and her headphones she could hear her world crashing down… No. Her house was literally crashing down. All Gillian could do was fall back in her bed alarmed as a car rammed into the side of her house. Staring at the driver who looked just as confused as she felt.
The driver’s window already down, they attempted a joke be it a bit shakey “I-I seemed to have gotten lost, could you help me?”
It seemed that no one could escape fate. No matter how they tried.
I expect most of these will be one or two pages long. This was especially short. We'll see how things go in the least.
Critics welcome
[in fact encouraged, I like getting help].
