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I have started my first piece of writing that is in prose! I have always written poetry before now. I don't think I can post what I have written so far because I think it is then considered "published." The story is set in 1988 in Portland, Maine. The main (giggle giggle MAIN) charcters are Rowena and Jacob, brother and sister. I am still working on the plot!
submitted by Rose bud
(April 15, 2015 - 4:23 pm)
(April 15, 2015 - 4:23 pm)
Top! You can post characters for me to adopt, but I will change them a little bit to fit in the story.
(April 20, 2015 - 3:47 pm)
TOP!
(April 20, 2015 - 5:28 pm)
I guess I will post the beginning of my story here. What do you think (honestly)? Does it make any sense?
“Is it impossible for me to have an adventure?” I asked the seagull perched on the railing. It promptly flew away, but I knew the answer. It was sort of a little taste of adventure itself; just asking. I lay carefully on the sun-warmed metal of my father’s ferry boat, “Bay Mist.” I had ridden with him to Little Diamond Island in Casco Bay out of sheer boredom. My younger brother, Jacob, once said that I could talk to myself if I was bored. He had such queer ideas sometimes. I wondered if talking to a seagull would count. I heard my father’s heavy footsteps, and I leapt to my feet. All the passengers of the trip had arrived at Little Diamond, and the boat would soon be filling up with more vacationers to go back to Portland. I suddenly realized that I had not seen Jacob for the last few minutes. He usually wandered around deck, stopping to observe the passengers or the seagulls. I skipped around the boat, stopping every now and then to wonder at the ripples spreading out across the water, only to be disappointed when no creature appeared. I found Jacob watching people noisily board the ferry. I tapped him on the shoulder and brushed him with the tip of my long, bright red ponytail.
“I’m bored!” I moaned.
Jacob squinted at me before answering: “The seagulls are very talkative today.” He stared right at me with his clear blue eyes, sucking the corner of his lip into the space where he had recently lost a tooth.
“Were you watching me? Or was that just a statement?” You never know with Jacob. He shrugged and turned away, as the boat started to move.
Would you like me to post anymore?
(April 21, 2015 - 8:30 pm)
Top! I guess I'll post some more story. Please tell me what you think!
15 minutes later, the two of us followed a large family down the gang-plank. I saw so many people each day that my mind barely registered the two teenage girls having their picture taken halfway off the ferry. I remembered to duck when I saw the flash of camera light; my bright red hair tends to stand out, and it wouldn’t make a great addition to the background of a photo.
“Rowena!” my father bellowed, his voice turning somersaults across the air. “Here,” he said, thundering down the gang-plank, “go get yourselves some lunch.”
“What about you?” I ask, accepting the money from his large, rough hands.
“ I got work to do,” he grunted. His hair caught a ray of sunlight between its waves. Though not as bright as mine, Dad’s red hair had the same spirit. I reach forward to grab the back of Jacob’s shirt as our father stomped away.
“We’re going to get somethin’ to eat,” I told him, then begin darting into the streets of Portland. I turn around once or twice to make sure that Jacob is following me but my vivid clothes and hair weren’t that hard to lose. I stopped in front of Seaside Market & Fresh Fish to look at all the fish laid out on ice, heads and all. I loved to look into their eyes and get a tingling in my own.
(April 22, 2015 - 1:01 pm)
Top!
(April 28, 2015 - 9:19 am)