Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Now for something entirely different: Story Day 1

This month, instead of poems my friend Rebecca (6pm Pyjamas) and I will be writing one long story, 100 words at a time. We'll see how long we can keep it up before the story reaches it's natural end, or before we run out of ideas. My parts will be in italics, Rebecca's parts normal. Here is the first installment of the yet-to-be-named story, which seems to have gotten off to a rather dark start already.

She felt like screaming.  How was it possible that this was happening again?  The rain hit the windscreen with a relentless thud, thud.  The water washed down in front of her so fast it was like sitting behind a waterfall.  Not that she had ever experienced sitting behind a waterfall.  Or even going near a waterfall for that matter.  Her fingers drummed the same watery rhythm over and over again against the steering wheel.  Casey found her mind wandering away from the problem that her inevitable lateness was going to create and back towards never having seen an actual waterfall.

At this rate she never would, but was that really so bad? What is a waterfall anyway? What was anything? She watched the drops hit her car and she felt like they were hitting her, over and over again, louder and louder. She felt her face flush and her throat tighten and suddenly she wasn't behind a waterfall anymore, but being pulled down stream, drowning in so many repeated words and failed resolutions. Failed for her anyway. Casey took a shuttering breath, gasping for air as headlights illuminated her windshield. Closing her eyes she relaxed, her eyelids getting quickly brighter.  

1 comment:

Julia said...

Interesting idea. I'm looking forward to the unfolding.