Friday, January 07, 2011

Red Writing Hood - Alphabet

I decided to try out something new in this brand new year, so here is my first post for the Red Writing Hood, a wonderful meme hosted at the red dress club. This week we had to write a piece of prose or poetry, each sentence starting with the next letter of the alphabet.

 

Agitated she stood by the window. Blind of worry, her eyes were staring outside while her spirit was searching for him in the wastelands of the world.

Christopher appeared in her dreams tonight. Dawn awakened her from a mixture of bliss and dread. Exhilaration filled her seeing him again. Frightfully, she felt at the same time as if he was saying goodbye. Grief was slowly creeping inside her to replace anxiety. Her long waiting was now coming to an end. In the distance, she heard the doorbell rang.

July 10th, said the calendar on the wall. Knowing what news had arrived, she slowly forced herself to go downstairs, hesitating for a moment before she answered the door. Letting them in the hallway after muttering greetings while none of the two men possessed the courage to look her in the eyes, she waited impatiently to hear what they had come to tell her.

Madam,” started the one with the rank of a lieutenant, finally looking at her expressionless face, telling her that Christopher had died for his country in the line of duty. Numbly she showed them out and closed the door behind them. Over her face silent tears were pouring.

Panting like an old lady she clambered back upstairs to her bedroom. Quietly she slipped into an armchair, drifting into memories. Remembering Christopher, from the time they had first met to the day he had last left, strengthened her intention. She had had a plan this day should come.

The vial had been kept in the bedside table drawer for a long time. Unwaveringly she took it out now and swallowed down all of its content; afterwards, setting the vial aside, she laid onto her bed. Visions entered her mind once the substance was beginning to take effect, drying the tears upon her face. Weight left all her soul and body as she sank into a comfortable, peaceful void.

Xylophones sounded in the air and out of the distant light which was getting brighter and brighter there was a familiar figure approaching. Yearning, she hurried forward, seeing him smile, reaching out his right hand to her. Zephyr blew softly through her hair, harps hummed, warmth overflowed her when their fingers touched and time stopped. 

16 comments:

  1. Wow...stunning. This was such a great little piece of fiction, you really have it in you! It doesn't sound easy to come up with a story with sentences in an alphabetical order. Congrats for succeeding so well!

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  2. @ Irena: Thanks:) P an W were really challenging. and I' not very pleased with all the -ing forms, but I couldn't resist trying it.

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  3. Great job! It flows quite well. I hope you come back to the the Red Dress Club and participate again :)

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  4. This is so Romeo and Juliet-esque! Love it! What a wonderful piece! I hope you'll be posting again for the RDC...are you always such a romantic? :)

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  5. What a great response to the prompt!
    Some of those letters were tricky for me.
    I'm so pleased that you linked up with us and hope to see you again next week!

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  6. Today was my first attempt as well. I think you really did a great job w/ all your letters!

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  7. Xylophone and zephyr - great words! Well done!

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  8. I was taken by the fact that she knew what was happening and what she was going to do every step of the way during this piece. I loved that there wasn't one ounce of hesitation in her.

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  9. Lots of first timers this week...and a really good start for you! Very romantic and well done.

    Visiting from TRDC

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  10. A true, tragic love. Very well done. Hope you join us again next week - I enjoyed reading your writing!

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  11. Thanks so much, everyone:)

    I hope my schedule will allow me to join a lot, although probably not every week, but I'll certainly try again because I love writing.

    @ Sluiter Nation: yes, that's me, a hopless romantic:)

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  12. What a gripping story. Thanks for sharing it. I'm a first timer posting at the Red Dress Club too. :o)

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  13. Ok this made me cry! So beautifully written!

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  14. There was a magical sort of tone here. Very romantic.

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  15. Very well done! Thank you for visiting and commenting on my blog! I am so glad you did - I'll be back!

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  16. You are a modern day Shakespeare. I enjoyed this story. I also enjoyed the change of pace in hearing xylophones playing.

    I hope to see more from you!

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Don't hesitate to drop me a few strange new words! I'd love to hear what you think!

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