Content ~ Writing Wednesday

I'm back with Chapter 2!
I've got a new emotion, a new setting, and new-ish characters.
Check out Chapter 1 here if you want to stay in the loop.

This week the emotion that the random generator picked was Content.

Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Writing Wednesday ~ Envious

I was inspired, recently, by this blog, to start a series with in this series.

Though I will interject with a poem, or song, or different story when I feel it's appropriate,  every Writing Wednesday I will write a flash fiction piece, no more than 500 words, based around an emotion. unlike Donovich's posts I will not be going in any particular order, but rather, I'll be using a random generator to pick the emotion each week. Also, each story will be like a short episode, peering into the lives of the same set of characters, and all the stories will be told in chronological order. 

Fun Fun ^_^

Today's emotion is.... envious.

Lets call this...
Chapter 1

Ellen sighed as he walked away with her. “She's pretty...” she thought, sighing as she struggled to keep here halfhearted smile in place. “She’s nice, she's smart, she is actually rather perfect...” She turned back to the coffee she had just poured, wrapped her thin, self-manicured hands around the warm paper cup, and, hoping it would be cool enough to indulge in, lifted it to her lips. Breathing in the steam, she lowered it with a sigh and glanced at the tiny, white clock that sat just an inch below the dingy drop tile ceiling of the fellowship hall.

Church was scheduled to start in just five minutes so she made her way to the sanctuary, keeping her pace quick and eyes focused in the hopes that any of the prying women, or even any of the genuinely nice ones, would assume she had some important business for the service to attended to.  Futile she knew, partly because there were a few who, if they noticed her, would simply not be so considerate, and partly because she would need to deal with the same problem once she got to the sanctuary. Service was scheduled to start at 10:00am, but everyone knew, and took advantage of the fact, that it wouldn’t actually begin until 10:15 or 10:20. Twenty minutes, at least, of faking happy. It’s not that she was that sad about it, she just didn’t want to talk about it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to clear her head of it. Not until she sat and rationalized her thoughts.

When she got upstairs she headed for the bathroom. It was quiet, and empty. She leaned over the small sink as she looked in the mirror. Her skin looked pale, and her pink lip gloss, purple in the unflattering incandescent blue overhead lighting.

“It’s a good thing,” she thought. “It’s very good… I wanted to hate her. I wanted to find some flaw, something that would make her wrong for him. That was wrong. I should want him to be happy. I want him to be happy. She makes him happy. She is pretty, and intelligent, and sweet. She has his sense of humor, she has his taste in music, and she’s perfect for him... She is perfect for him.”

She quickly splashed some soap and cold water on her hands as another woman walked in with her preschool aged daughter. She began to wander to her usual seat in the sanctuary as she continued to recite those thoughts to herself, using all her power to push back the one thought that incessantly fought its way to the front of her mind.

“But so am I…”

Inspiring songs include:

Writing Wednesday ~ Silver Bells Parody

So I happened to recently move into one of those towns. The type where nearly every house is covered in 20 strands of lights. But hey.. it's pretty!

Actually it is really pretty. I want to show you all some of the beautiful displays around here but I'm guessing my neighbors really won't appreciate me taking pictures of their homes to post on the internet. 

So since I can't show you, I thought I would tell. In song, of course! This just sort of came to me when I was driving through town with my fiance one day. It is a parody of the beloved Christmas song "Silver Bells."

I hope it amuses you.

I'M ONLY PARANOID BECAUSE EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET ME ~ Writing Wednesday

Here is a more light hearted story, that was written purely for fun. Today, however, I am not the author. This awesome short story was penned by a very good friend of mine, Daniel Donovich.

He is a fantastic writer. Literally, he writes fantasy. Though, he does not (and most certainly should not) classify his work genre fantasy. He always writes stories with true literary value, and does so very, very well. To get a better taste of his work please go check out his blog. 


The story he gave us today is a bit different than his usual writing style (& he will probably say that is quite the understatement), it is more of a creative non-fiction piece. But I find it very fun & entertaining to read, & I think you will to.


Enjoy. 

Writing Wednesdays ~ Thinking Alone

This story just came to me one day. I'm not really sure where it came from, but it came to me so I wrote it down. I'm also not sure why it's written from the point of view of a middle aged man even though I'm a college aged girl, oh well. Many people seem to like it, so I thought I would share it with you. 

Enjoy.

On that particular morning I wasn't doing much of anything, just sitting on the dusty tattered couch in our living room sipping my morning coffee. I say our, but in truth it was no longer ours, just mine. Rather ironic, considering I was against the odd looking thing in the first place. It was stark red, made of some expensive, supposedly fine material, which I suspected was no more than dollar store yarn, which was now breaking, fraying and allowing the small bit of polyester stuffing to stick out. It looked and felt like a poorly knit blanket draped over a metal bench, which was quite befitting of my life at that point.

Bitter Cold Please Leave

Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas & I love snow. What I don't love, what I rather hate, is the time between fall & the first real snow. I'm not talking about those little frozen rain drops that stick to the grass but make everything else look wet & muddy, I mean real fluffy, sticky, and perfect for a snow ball fight snow.

Unfortunately we usually don't get that type of snow around here until January, if we're lucky. But at least we then get about 10 feet dumped on us over the course of 36 hours at some "unexpected' point in February.

 (That may be an exaggeration)

The Change

A song which speaks for itself...