Because I totally forgot how to write, I thought I'd step out of my usual comfort zone and try something new. I'm quite intrigued by this style because I find it more intimate and personal, but it really depends on what you guys think of it. Should I continue to experiment or ditch this [first person-present tense] style?
5+ comments would be wonderful. If I get more than this, I'd be totally ecstatic.
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I can hear the alarm, its deafening noise piercing through my ears. Damn. I wish someone would just turn that off. I pull the blankets over my head and compress the pillow against my ears, trying my best to block out the noise. It's no use. I blindly search for the alarm clock on the nightstand with my hands; I feel it within my grasp, and now all that's left to do is . . .
Crash.
There goes another alarm clock. Well, at least it's quiet now. Curling up into the fetal position, I drift back to sleep, allowing the whimsical dreams of my imagination consume me. I don't know how much time has passed, but it couldn't be long. After all, I only turned off the alarm maybe five minutes ago.
I'm sailing on a boat in the middle of the ocean; the weather is perfect, sunny with an ever-present soft breeze that dances all around me. I look down at the glistening waters beside me, and it's as if I've landed in a mine filled with diamonds. Even the ocean is blinding today. A content sigh escapes my lips as I look up at the cloudless skies; life couldn't get any better than this. But then a sudden chill sails down my spine. Ominous storm clouds hover over me, crackling with perilous thunder. The boat is trembling as the waves underneath it clashes against its frail, wooden sides. I'm practically being tossed from side to side, like a useless rag doll.
"WAKE UP!"
I slowly open my eyes and groan lightly. What the hell was going on? As a long, stretched out yawn escapes my lips, I rub the sleep off of my heavy eyelids. I stare blankly at my sister, Karen, who's staring angrily at me; for a moment I thought that a hole would burn through my skull. "Why are you so angry—"
She shakes me furiously, and all of a sudden I feel nauseous. I finally realize why and how my peaceful sailboat dream was interrupted. It was her. "Do you even know what time it is?!" She shouts loudly, her gaze still focused intensely on me.
"6:00?" I yawn, clearly apathetic to her angry expression. I scratch the nape of my neck and rub my eyes again. A sudden silence falls between us.
"You're useless," She grunts, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "It's your third year in high school, and you still manage to wake up late. Aren't you sick of this daily routine?" When I don't answer her and continue to stare blankly at her, she adds, "It's almost 7:00."
Silence. And then I feel as if all hell has broken loose. "WHAT? YOU'RE LYING." I shout, hastily kicking the bed covers off of me and jumping out of bed. I pick up the alarm clock that I threw against the wall earlier and point at its blinking numbers that read 5:55 AM.
"Obviously that clock reads the time you destroyed it," Karen snickers, placing her hands on her hips. "You better hurry because I refuse to give you a ride this morning. If you get ready now and run to school, you'll probably make it in time. After all, it's only about 10 minutes walking distance." She shrugs before walking out of my room.
"Oh. My. God." I hurriedly slip out of my night wear and dress into my school uniform. I rush into the bathroom and brush my teeth while struggling to tie my hair into a messy bun. It was too unkempt to simply wear it down, so I had no choice. Grabbing my belongings, I rush out the door while cursing my sister to death for refusing to give me a ride. I sprint down the street like a mad woman, and I can already feel the tension in my heart; it's about to combust from excessive physical activity. For once in my life, I almost regret skipping out on daily exercise. Almost.
"Lucy, over here!" A familiar voice calls out from the distance. At first my eyebrows knit with confusion, but as soon as I realize it's Lucas, I can't help but grin from ear to ear. "Lucas!" I shout back merrily with my hand up in the air. After sprinting down the steep hill, I feel as if my heart is going to explode; my chest won't stop heaving up and down. It's almost embarrassing to approach Lucas like this.
"I thought you'd be late." Lucas chuckles as he speaks with a matter-of-face tone. "So I thought I'd help you a little, considering I'm your best friend." He adds nonchalantly, bringing out a bike from behind. "Well, how about it?"
"We better not be late," I taunt playfully, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist as he begins to peddle forward. "Or I'll never let you live it down." I rest my head against his back and tighten my grip around him. I wonder if his heart is beating as fast as mine . . . or if it's just me.
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My Experience in Heavenby loveisgod73,628 views
I actually adore this style of writing because not only, as you said, does it make the writing more personal, it makes it feel like like we feel the in-the-moment rush of whatever the characters feel, WHEN they feel it. It makes the plot line happen to the characters not the other way around, you get me? Anyways, I loved the start of this :) Hope to read more!
951125Mallika 9 months ago
@951125Mallika that's what I was going for! Thank you so much for appreciating my newfound style, haha. : )
mzzjudylee 9 months ago