Cablecar

Em gazed at the cable car, shivering with anticipation. Everything around her was so exciting, unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She was beside herself with joy, with excitement at getting to ride on one. A tug on her sweater dragged her out of her expansive imagination and she turned to face her brother.

“I’m bored.” He said whining and flopped down to the ground.

Em wasted no time in picking him up and setting him upright. “Wait a little while. Dad should be returning with the tickets.”

His attempt to reconcile with the ground was foiled by Em’s hands, causing him to sulk even more, even when Dad returned.

Em pressed her cheeks to the glass of the car, staring at the increasingly decreasing landscape with utter fascination.

Meanwhile, her brother had found a new hobby: people watching. He looked at the cars that were going down but only one of the passengers stared back at him.

Em looked just as he was waving goodbye. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m saying goodbye to the dog. Bye bye dog.” He replied, smiling.

Em laughed at that along with everyone and joined in saying farewell to the dog.


Word Count: 199

Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction. Other entries of this prompt can be found here.

Escape

The evening lights seemed scary, the people milling around town even more so. In the cover of the night, she felt scared but her initial relief didn’t falter as she walked on, away from him. She smiled a small smile as she accepted the roads that guided her somewhere, somewhere fresh, somewhere she could start anew.

 

Word Count: 56

Written for Three Line tales, hosted by Sonya on only100words. Check it out here.

The Journey Begins

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Almost always there are a few characters running amok inside my head. In the beginning, they exist solely inside their own stories, they exist only inside their own world. They remain inside the scene I have trouble crafting, they play the same situations again and again while I try to make it better. I promise myself that i’ll write it someday, I think that maybe doing so will make me let go of that entirely but it never happens. I never write further. I lose interest only after a couple of scenes, a couple of chapters and the characters lay forgotten somewhere inside my mind, my plans for them, my ambitious plans dissolved into the ground.

I often make excuses to myself, citing the fact that I am busy with my studies or this and that. I always find an excuse, I always stop. It isn’t the fact that I lose interest completely, I just stop after some time has passed. I stop and I never continue it. A while later, I get a new idea and the circle starts all over again.

Often more than not, I find myself reading the couple thousand words I’d written, smiling at the parts I thought I wrote best, shaking my head at the obvious flaws and mistakes. I find myself loving the words, the scenarios but I don’t continue it further. At best, I write a couple of sentences and I stop, not knowing what to do further. Then it lays forgotten until I discover it again.

This is a cycle I am most accustomed to, this is a cycle that I hate but don’t know what to do about anymore. This is a cycle I want to break. I want to write, give the characters inside my head a solid world, a wonderful plot, a worthy story.  I don’t want to just be mediocre anymore, I want to be amazing at something. I want to write wonderful stories, create remarkable characters. I want the world inside my head to be an amazing world with different characters, with beautiful stories.

This is a new experience for me, a new journey and I intend to make the best of it.  I intend to create something remarkable here. I want to be able to look back at this and feel like I did something.

So dear reader, join me in this amazing journey. Join me as I create something worthwhile, something good. Join me as I take my first steps towards something that I hope will be wonderful. There are a lot of flaws, there will be a lot of mistakes, but hopefully I would be able to make you laugh, make you cry and make you love my characters as much as I love them.

Cheers,

Em.