Also, I am hoping that all of you are warm and safe tonight!! I know the south is being torn apart (and parts of the north) so...stay safe! Prays to you all!!
Here is a 'short story/poem/thing' for you all! Let me know what you think, the honest truth!! I wrote this a few weeks ago, and I have only shared it with one friend I know in real (and on my blog, that the real world does not know about...shhhh)...so...comments?
If you looked out a window you would see 3 babies all covered in filth, a teenage girl squatted next to the 3, hands covered in slim as the 4 sat over a purple bottle of bubble mix. The white liquid was not forming bubbles but that didn't matter. The youngest baby, a browned haired child, held a green bubble wand and with it, he spun it around in the bottle in till some spilt out. The teenager explained calmly the ways of making bubbles. You dip the wand into the liquid, then you take it out and blow slowly.
The baby kept spinning the wand inside the bottle, the oldest of the 3 babies, complained about not wanting bubbles anymore so the girl sent him inside, leaving the youngest and the blond child that was no where near related to the other two. The blond child watched, but did not touch.
The baby finally seemed to understand the girls wise wisdom and lifted the green wand to blow some bubbles. He blew and then spun the wand around again inside the bottle. Laughing the girl showed him how to do it with her wand, the little boy rose his green wand again, laughing, and blew quite horribly, but the girl didn't not mind.
If you where to look outside a window you would see the butterflies fluttering their way to a flower, if you where to look outside today you would see buildings on either side of your home. If you where to look outside you would see that same girl running the blond child inside to get cleaned up to eat, but mainly to write a short story on bubbles and little boys.
The baby kept spinning the wand inside the bottle, the oldest of the 3 babies, complained about not wanting bubbles anymore so the girl sent him inside, leaving the youngest and the blond child that was no where near related to the other two. The blond child watched, but did not touch.
The baby finally seemed to understand the girls wise wisdom and lifted the green wand to blow some bubbles. He blew and then spun the wand around again inside the bottle. Laughing the girl showed him how to do it with her wand, the little boy rose his green wand again, laughing, and blew quite horribly, but the girl didn't not mind.
If you where to look outside a window you would see the butterflies fluttering their way to a flower, if you where to look outside today you would see buildings on either side of your home. If you where to look outside you would see that same girl running the blond child inside to get cleaned up to eat, but mainly to write a short story on bubbles and little boys.
Also...Will be opening the main thread in recces, so keep an eye out for that everyone who doesnt have a blog! You can comment about posts there! =)
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I'll post a short story in a minute. :)
ReplyDeleteI like it ALOT! I can't wait for the rest of the book! (JK, but it would make a good prolouge or something--a good idea)!! :)