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Bleeding Love and Fireflies
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all_unwritten prompt 330 "bleeding love"
I officially hate that song; they've over-played it on the radio so it isn't even good anymore. And since I hate the song, I didn't like the prompt, so I just wrote something to get it over with >_< Here is my completely cliche and very short response.
Begin, NOW!
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It felt like a fire rushing though her veins, this emotion. It was new; scary, and new. She had dated boys before, but it had never felt like this. This was different - she was bleeding love.
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And here is my true story, in response to today's (well technically yesterday's) prompt "write about a summer night" in A Creative Writer's Kit so I wrote about one of the nights I was in Tennessee with TEAM Effort.
Begin, NOW!
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Sneaking back into the cabin was harder than she thought. It was now 1 o'clock in the morning and her cabin mates hadn't left the porch light on tonight. She couldn't see a thing as she maneuvered her way up the stairs to the deck; she had even resorted to using her cell phone as a make-shift flashlight. But of course she couldn't risk using it in the cabin or she might wake someone up.
Inching the door open, she flinched when it let out a loud creak. Well that didn't blow my cover at all! she thought to herself, exasperated. The obnoxiously loud fan they kept on in the cabin couldn't even cover that entrance.
Squeezing through the crack in the door, she weaved around the fan, dropping her shoes under the first bunk on the way. Now came the fun part: finding her way through the maze of suitcases and dirty clothes scattered about the floor. Step by cautious step she made her way across the room - and that wasn't an easy task! 18 girls in one cabin produced a lot of luggage and, consequently, a very small path.
Reaching the end of her bunk, she silently cursed the dimwits who had organized this cabin. The ladder she needed was on the other side, squished between her sleeping bunkmates, and the bunk right next to hers. Climbing to the top was hard enough already in the dark, especially when they were stacked three high.
The whole bunk shifted under her weight as she stepped onto the bottom slat. Every sense in her body stretched out, searching for any sign that anyone was waking up, but most of her focus was on the two people she knew would feel her movement. They tossed in their sleep, but didn't seem to be fully conscious.
One slat down, two to go.
Creeeaaaak! Shift - a quiet movement.
Two down, one left.
The entire bunk leaned towards her as she pulled her weight to the top. She gratefully collapsed on top of her sleeping bag, glad the adventure was finally over.
Staring at the metal ceiling about a foot above her head, she inwardly sighed. Another day down. Tomorrow she'd be leaving and camp would be over. She had mixed emotions about this - some happy, some sad. She definitely wouldn't missing the bugs (especially the spiders), but the weather always seemed to be perfect here - never too hot, never too cold. The mountains were also a nice change. It was so different from the city; the trees grew wherever they wanted and not just where the orange spray paint and concrete barriers told them to. The air was a whole lot cleaner here too, and the sky . . . she couldn't remember the last time she saw such a clear blue sky.
As she remembered the good times, she added them to her list of things she'd miss as she slowly began to drift off. A stray firefly crossed over her bunk as sleep took her, a smile on her face as she watched it pass.
She'd miss the fireflies the most.
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I really do miss the fireflies =/ They were so cute and cool and just fun to watch. I know we have them down here in FL but I'd never seen them before I went to Tennessee. And the cool part was that there really was a firefly in our cabin the last night - I watched it until I fell asleep.
nostalgicall_unwritten prompt 330 "bleeding love"I officially hate that song; they've over-played it on the radio so it isn't even good anymore. And since I hate the song, I didn't like the prompt, so I just wrote something to get it over with >_< Here is my completely cliche and very short response.
Begin, NOW!
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It felt like a fire rushing though her veins, this emotion. It was new; scary, and new. She had dated boys before, but it had never felt like this. This was different - she was bleeding love.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
And here is my true story, in response to today's (well technically yesterday's) prompt "write about a summer night" in A Creative Writer's Kit so I wrote about one of the nights I was in Tennessee with TEAM Effort.
Begin, NOW!
-----
Sneaking back into the cabin was harder than she thought. It was now 1 o'clock in the morning and her cabin mates hadn't left the porch light on tonight. She couldn't see a thing as she maneuvered her way up the stairs to the deck; she had even resorted to using her cell phone as a make-shift flashlight. But of course she couldn't risk using it in the cabin or she might wake someone up.
Inching the door open, she flinched when it let out a loud creak. Well that didn't blow my cover at all! she thought to herself, exasperated. The obnoxiously loud fan they kept on in the cabin couldn't even cover that entrance.
Squeezing through the crack in the door, she weaved around the fan, dropping her shoes under the first bunk on the way. Now came the fun part: finding her way through the maze of suitcases and dirty clothes scattered about the floor. Step by cautious step she made her way across the room - and that wasn't an easy task! 18 girls in one cabin produced a lot of luggage and, consequently, a very small path.
Reaching the end of her bunk, she silently cursed the dimwits who had organized this cabin. The ladder she needed was on the other side, squished between her sleeping bunkmates, and the bunk right next to hers. Climbing to the top was hard enough already in the dark, especially when they were stacked three high.
The whole bunk shifted under her weight as she stepped onto the bottom slat. Every sense in her body stretched out, searching for any sign that anyone was waking up, but most of her focus was on the two people she knew would feel her movement. They tossed in their sleep, but didn't seem to be fully conscious.
One slat down, two to go.
Creeeaaaak! Shift - a quiet movement.
Two down, one left.
The entire bunk leaned towards her as she pulled her weight to the top. She gratefully collapsed on top of her sleeping bag, glad the adventure was finally over.
Staring at the metal ceiling about a foot above her head, she inwardly sighed. Another day down. Tomorrow she'd be leaving and camp would be over. She had mixed emotions about this - some happy, some sad. She definitely wouldn't missing the bugs (especially the spiders), but the weather always seemed to be perfect here - never too hot, never too cold. The mountains were also a nice change. It was so different from the city; the trees grew wherever they wanted and not just where the orange spray paint and concrete barriers told them to. The air was a whole lot cleaner here too, and the sky . . . she couldn't remember the last time she saw such a clear blue sky.
As she remembered the good times, she added them to her list of things she'd miss as she slowly began to drift off. A stray firefly crossed over her bunk as sleep took her, a smile on her face as she watched it pass.
She'd miss the fireflies the most.
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I really do miss the fireflies =/ They were so cute and cool and just fun to watch. I know we have them down here in FL but I'd never seen them before I went to Tennessee. And the cool part was that there really was a firefly in our cabin the last night - I watched it until I fell asleep.