365 Day Writing Challenge 23: Sugar

365 Day Writing Challenge

23. Sugar: Write something so sweet, it makes your teeth hurt.

She always sat alone, and he always wondered why. She hid behind her hair, trying to fold in upon herself, sliding past people in the corridor, pushing herself into the corners. Her head was always down, her shoulders hunched. He couldn’t understand it.

He couldn’t understand it because, to him, she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Once, when she thought no one had been looking, he had seen her smile. He was determined to see that smile again.

It had been on the first day of school. They had both gotten lost together on the way to a class, and had fallen in together in a silent alliance. They had been rushing through the halls, their bags attacking their backs, when, suddenly, he had gone flying. It was a comedy gold sort of fall. Every part of his body flew out in ridiculous ways. He couldn’t have looked more funny if he’d tried. Anyone would have laughed. He would have laughed. And not just a hastily concealed chuckle, but a full-on, uncontrollable belly laugh.

But not her. Instead all he got was just one glorious smile. There was no malice in it. It was just sheer joy and surprise. But what fascinated him most was how it changed her entire face, lifted it, transformed it.

And then, as soon as it had come, it was gone. The sun was back behind the clouds. She had never spoken to him, all that time they had been running to their class, and the fall didn’t change that.

But it had changed him. Changed him irrevocably. He had fallen in love in a second and where this would have made others impatient it made him the opposite. He was ready to wait. Because he knew that one day his patience would pay off, and he would see that smile again.

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365 Day Writing Challenge 22: Smoke, Fog and Haze

365 Day Writing Challenge

22. Smoke, Fog and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.

You will never appreciate how many shades of grey there are until you are lost in mist. It feels like there are hundreds, all subtly blending into one another. Like smoke, like oil, like water, they seem to move of their own accord, wrapping themselves around you. Of course this makes it even harder to find out where you are and where you are going. Every change in colour, in light, makes you think that maybe you can see a person, marching away from you through the fog. Or that – someone’s torch? Or even, maybe, just maybe – a group of lights – a village? But nothing,nothing every time. Every time more mist, more fog, and after a while it seems…I don’t know? Not good, I suppose, but not bad either. Just…like you’d think your feet would hurt, but they don’t. You don’t even notice, in fact you stop noticing that you’re walking at all. Instead you feel like you’re floating. There’s just you and the mist. You and grey. You and nothing. Yes, that’s it. Nothing. In fact that’s what’s so peaceful about it, it’s nothing, and you’re no one. It’s nice to be no one. Nice to have no thoughts, no feelings. To just be another tint of grey, another wisp, lost in the fog. To be nothing.

To be nothing is to truly be. That’s very poetic don’t you think? To be nothing is to truly be, to be nothing is to truly be, to be is to be nothing, truly it is nothing to be, truly to be is nothing, truly…


Missing girl finally found

The horror of the family of Maxine Masters would seem, to many, to finally be over. After days of searching, the missing Miss Masters was finally found, inexplicably in the mist surrounding the famous Yorkshire Moors. her family, from local Harrogate, swear she has never been there before, and can’t understand why Miss Masters would go there. The poor family, who we all know have been through so much, from losing Maxine, to fearing her to be dead, to be accused of murdering her themselves, were of course elated when she was found.

Their elation soon turned to dismay, however, when they saw the state of Miss Masters. Scarily thin, her clothes torn and bloody, the poor girl was gibbering like Ophelia after her father’s death. She seemed not to recognise her family, and only stopped her gibbering once. This was when she realised she was being taken away from the moors. The screams she emitted made her mother weep.