Story Of The "Day" (or however long it takes to come up with a new one)-
The sun had decided to sleep in, all day. The clouds has gracefully stepped in for her, dutifully cloaking the sky in all directions. The world had absorbed the color from the clouds. Even the long grasses rippled in a gray-green sea. The waves of fields swished at her back, whispering to the small bush creatures, who had decided to spend the day sleeping curled up next to their mates. Despite the constant caress of wind, the air remained a tolerable temperature. A tinge of moisture clung to the breaths of wind. The sparse trees at the edge of the quickly darkening forest swayed to a silent music. Her steps moved forward surely towards the dark. No path eased their journey, but they continued nevertheless. The rustling from the anxious grass pushed her forward, but a faint warning in her heart pushed against it. Slowing only her will, but not her step. So it was as she entered under the leafy ceiling, leaving behind the plains.
The darkness swirled around her. The wind blew violently through her loose hair. She was surrounded by nothing, emptiness. Grass rustled in the wind, nipping her ankles. Her eyes opened, slits of the grey world appeared first, then the stars twinkled into her eyes. The valley below slept quietly, not knowing her silent mission. Standing, watching, the one thing she must protect, the only thing worth living for lay at her feet. The only way to keep it sacred was to never see it again. Pain seared her heart, burning a clean hole straight through it. Letting the light of good shine into the starry night and down over the still treetops of the gentle woods. She knew. Her mind was clear, the path was clear. There was only one way. It had to be this and no other; it had to be now. As she turned, the wind pushed to hair out of her face and down her back, reaching desperately for the twigs and leaves that had so oft entangled it. The nightly breeze had turned a bitter cold, stinging her face. Cold mingled with pain in her marrow, swirling around like the darkness of her dreamless sleep. It was time, the path lay ahead. There was no turning back.
The Little Lifeguard Chronicles
Story #5-
It was the first day of work and our heroine was assigned the job of opening the outdoor pool, seeing as she was a lifeguard. Thus we find her, in the early dawn of a chilly, yet sunny morning. The mist was hovering over the pool and soaked in the golden glow of the rising sun. The birds were chirping and to our heroine's suprise, the pool vacuum was sitting in a tangle of cords at the bottom of the pool. After a few gentle tugs, to try and loosen the mess, our heroine saw no other way, than to jump into the pool to retrieve the evil, little, blue bug. By the time all was ready, a group of young swimmers had arrived for their morning swim. And so, our heroine spent the rest of the morning cold, wet, and tired.
Story #4-
Birds chirped outside in the bright sunlight. The sky blue with cloud floating by on a peaceful wind. The world was alive and shining with promise. But none of this mattered to our heroine, as she was fast asleep in the cozy, comfortable, warm bed. In this deep unconscious state she remained for hours on end. Moving only to fall again into the dark. And so it was, she slept.
Story #3-
In a time of great stress the day of graduation, our heroine was spending some quality time relaxing on the computer. All of a sudden, she heard a distant phone ring. She reached for the phone beside her, only to realise it was disconnected. Frantically, she raced down the hall, towards another phone. The ringing continued, sounding again and again. When she reached the door, she peered inside. The cordless was gone! The noise continued to sound throughout the house. With all the speed she could muster, our heroine leaped down the stairs. No phones! There were no phones in the room. Finally, she dashed to the kitchen and grabbed receiver. But sadly, ringing had stopped. Quickly, she dialed *-6-9. The calm, cool operator's voice spoke gently into reciever, as our heroine gasped for breath. "The number called cannot be reached, please hang up now."
Story #2-
Yes, it was one of those days where the weather can't make up it's mind, and it is neither sunny nor cloudy, and yet, it looks like rain. We find our heroine in her room. Busy as a bee cleaning. However, there ws something wrong with this room. It is entirely possible that it was cursed or the like, for as much as she cleaned it, it never got any cleaner. And so, try as she might, our heroine only ended up with a room, quite possibly, messier than before she started. Well, our dear friend began to get rather disheartened, to the point that she felt like giving up. And the came along a magic CD, which, when inserted into a CD player and played at loud volumes, helped make the work go faster. And so, with this amazing music in her ears our heroine finished her day-long task, and vowed never to let her room become so messy again; which we all know will be broken in about a week, or until next laundry day. But for now, she lives happily in a clean room.
Story #1-
Our heroine was getting her daily exercize! The wheels on her rollerblades were spinning faster and faster as she sped down the poorly constructed road. Wind streaming through her hair, gravel rushing by under her feet, life was good. All of a sudden, her foot stopped, caught in a pot hole! The world of green trees and grey road went spinning as she fell and slid down the hill. "*%$#!" And thus the pain began as blood trickled down her hand and leg, and it did not end when she sat on her bruised behind back at home. Yup, indeed it hurt like a banshee.
Stories are over, time to go.
