hzelgrace:

A Separate Perspective

**TFiOS Spoilers Afoot!** Please read this/tell me what you think because I’m afraid of sharing my writing and I really want to improve(: I never write fanfic but I’m actually proud of this so????

Also, here’s my boyfriend’s amazing fanart, which struck the idea. 

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once. -The Fault in Our Stars(TFIOS fan art)

Okay I’ll stop rambling now

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Day 1: Write about someone waiting at a bus stop. Where are they going? Are they alone?

It was far too late to be outside. 
The darkness was eerie, looming over her head and consuming her. Her nimble fingers carefully traced the curving lines on the map, determining a journey to take that would slowly get her to her destination. She had an hour and a half to travel ten miles.
At least, that was when her parents were expecting her back home. She’d fled early, and was now sitting on the cold bus stop bench, holding her knees tightly to her chest and shivering. She should have stayed a bit longer, but she couldn’t take it any more. She had never been good at holding back her tears. Now, they were spilling out like a stream, accompanied by her chokes and hiccups. She cried until all she could taste was the salt of her agony, and her face was scarlet and twisted in murk. Praying that the bus would be late, she stretched out her legs and lay down across the metal seat face down. But too soon afterward, a boy approached, expectant of a place to sit.
He looked placid, however possible it may be. He was pale, very thin, and looked rustled, like he hadn’t been home in days. Dark hair fell into his pale blue eyes, and his colorless lips looked severely bitten. He didn’t smile, but the right corner of his mouth curled up slightly as he nodded in greeting to her. Flustered, she sat up and pushed her hair behind her ear- which had previously been stuck to her face. And, just like that, they sat in silence for ten minutes. The bus did not arrive.
"Are you alright?" The boy asked, finally breaking the silence. She looked at him, and he looked honestly worried, like he’d known this girl all his life and she’d just told him that she was depressed. She nodded, though somberly, looking down at her purple shoes and wishing she’d put on a pair of socks. She was still afraid to look the boy in the eye; they had only known each other for a few minutes, and he’d seen her at her absolute weakest. That was all he knew of her- the bawling, disheveled girl lying on the park bench. Hair stuck to her tear-streaked face. The thought was daunting.
"I don’t believe you."
It wasn’t that he was persisting, but rather assuring. His tone was soft, and his intention clear. I’m here, you’re here. We’re okay. Maybe he was just that kind of person, who cheered everyone up- discouraged or not. Either way, she couldn’t have been more grateful. She turned to him now, and gave a half-smile, leaning against the frozen plexiglass. “I will be alright,” she corrected herself with an exasperated sigh. 
Wordlessly, he scooted toward her and pushed her hair away from her cheeks. He pulled her close, holding his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. She shouldn’t have trusted him so easily. He shouldn’t have expected her agreement. The eerie night brought them closer, and her cheerlessness allowed them to stay. There was no explanation, but a mutual acceptance.
"I’m Max, by the way." He whispered to her, like it was some sort of lush secret. Max tightened his grip as her lip began to quiver. She had exchanged no more than four words with him, but her whimpering had ceased to a stop. And somehow, for some reason, this was all accepted. 
"I’m Gracie."
At this, the bus pulled up to the stop, and the door squeaked open. “Sorry we’re running late.” The driver said monotonely as the two detached and climbed into the vehicle. Max paid for Gracie’s ride. They sat together, but stayed apart and wordless. When Gracie reached her stop, she thanked Max. But without further explanation or intent to find him in the future, she retreated back into the dark. 

Photo credit: Bus Stop on Flickr

Day 1: Write about someone waiting at a bus stop. Where are they going? Are they alone?

It was far too late to be outside. 

The darkness was eerie, looming over her head and consuming her. Her nimble fingers carefully traced the curving lines on the map, determining a journey to take that would slowly get her to her destination. She had an hour and a half to travel ten miles.

At least, that was when her parents were expecting her back home. She’d fled early, and was now sitting on the cold bus stop bench, holding her knees tightly to her chest and shivering. She should have stayed a bit longer, but she couldn’t take it any more. She had never been good at holding back her tears. Now, they were spilling out like a stream, accompanied by her chokes and hiccups. She cried until all she could taste was the salt of her agony, and her face was scarlet and twisted in murk. Praying that the bus would be late, she stretched out her legs and lay down across the metal seat face down. But too soon afterward, a boy approached, expectant of a place to sit.

He looked placid, however possible it may be. He was pale, very thin, and looked rustled, like he hadn’t been home in days. Dark hair fell into his pale blue eyes, and his colorless lips looked severely bitten. He didn’t smile, but the right corner of his mouth curled up slightly as he nodded in greeting to her. Flustered, she sat up and pushed her hair behind her ear- which had previously been stuck to her face. And, just like that, they sat in silence for ten minutes. The bus did not arrive.

"Are you alright?" The boy asked, finally breaking the silence. She looked at him, and he looked honestly worried, like he’d known this girl all his life and she’d just told him that she was depressed. She nodded, though somberly, looking down at her purple shoes and wishing she’d put on a pair of socks. She was still afraid to look the boy in the eye; they had only known each other for a few minutes, and he’d seen her at her absolute weakest. That was all he knew of her- the bawling, disheveled girl lying on the park bench. Hair stuck to her tear-streaked face. The thought was daunting.

"I don’t believe you."

It wasn’t that he was persisting, but rather assuring. His tone was soft, and his intention clear. I’m here, you’re here. We’re okay. Maybe he was just that kind of person, who cheered everyone up- discouraged or not. Either way, she couldn’t have been more grateful. She turned to him now, and gave a half-smile, leaning against the frozen plexiglass. “I will be alright,” she corrected herself with an exasperated sigh. 

Wordlessly, he scooted toward her and pushed her hair away from her cheeks. He pulled her close, holding his arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. She shouldn’t have trusted him so easily. He shouldn’t have expected her agreement. The eerie night brought them closer, and her cheerlessness allowed them to stay. There was no explanation, but a mutual acceptance.

"I’m Max, by the way." He whispered to her, like it was some sort of lush secret. Max tightened his grip as her lip began to quiver. She had exchanged no more than four words with him, but her whimpering had ceased to a stop. And somehow, for some reason, this was all accepted. 

"I’m Gracie."

At this, the bus pulled up to the stop, and the door squeaked open. “Sorry we’re running late.” The driver said monotonely as the two detached and climbed into the vehicle. Max paid for Gracie’s ride. They sat together, but stayed apart and wordless. When Gracie reached her stop, she thanked Max. But without further explanation or intent to find him in the future, she retreated back into the dark. 

Photo credit: Bus Stop on Flickr


Mackenzie’s 30 Day Writing Challenge #4

purpleloftwing:

Beginning in 2010, I have created a series of “writing challenges” that are designed to inspire my friends and I (and anyone else who is interested!) to write more frequently. Due to popular request, the writing challenge is back!! The challenge will begin Sunday, October 14th, and continue with one prompt each day for thirty days. If you want others to read your creations, please tag your posts with “MCWC” (Mackenzie C———‘s Writing Challenge – it’s tradition). All content generated by this challenge can be found under that tag. Don’t forget to look back on old posts from a year ago or even two years ago!! And feel free to deviate from the order of prompts if you’re running behind.  Happy writing!

A note: I have tried to make this particular challenge full of more specific scenarios than the ones in the past. My prediction is that this should make things extra interesting if multiple people do each daily prompt. It will be fun to compare everyone’s pieces.

Day 1: Write about someone waiting at a bus stop. Where are they going? Are they alone?

Day 2: Write from the perspective of an animal.

Day 3: Write a story that takes place during an eclipse.

Day 4: Write about a character that is having a complete meltdown at an inopportune time.

Day 5: Write a story about someone who is taking a risk by walking through a bad neighborhood or a dimly lit street. Why are they doing this?

Day 6: Write a story that is centered around time - i.e. someone is late for an appointment or there is a clock in the room the story takes place in.

Day 7: Write about a strange method of transportation – skateboarding while holding a rope trailing behind a car, grabbing a bunch of balloons and taking off, riding an antique bicycle, etc.

Day 8: Write a story that takes place in some sort of dressing room or antechamber – where someone is getting ready to go on stage or waiting to meet with someone else.

Day 9: Write about a character that has two sides to their personality (or two completely different personalities).

Day 10: Write a story that takes place in a shower or bath.

Day 11: Write from the perspective of someone who is absolutely exhausted and can barely stay awake.


Day 12: Write a story that takes place in a castle – is it a historical site? An active castle in the past?

Day 13: Write from the point of view of an inanimate object.

Day 14: Write about someone who is struggling with multiple tragedies in their life - i.e. they’re already in mourning and another disaster occurs.

Day 15: Write a story about someone who reads something that they should not have read (which results in them learning something that they shouldn’t have known about).

Day 16: Write a story that involves a character running away from home and their daily responsibilities.

Day 17: Write about a character that can breathe underwater. What do they do with this power?

Day 18: Write about a world where there is no electricity. Is it set on Earth after a global power failure? In the past? On another planet?

Day 19: Write the same scene twice – once when it takes place during the day and a second time when it takes place at night. How do the two scenes compare?

Day 20: Write a story with only digital or written dialogue – all conversations are via text or letters, etc.

Day 21: Write about two characters that are each other’s total opposite. How do they interact?

Day 22: Write about someone who is staring at their reflection in the mirror.

Day 23: Write a story that involves a hiking trip during which something very unexpected happens.

Day 24: Write a story that either plays out in black and white or has at least one character that only sees in black and white.

Day 25: Write about people who are trying to conjure or communicate with spirits.

Day 26: Write about an interruption – something that disturbs people who are occupied with something else at the moment the disturbance occurs.

Day 27: Write about a shapeshifter or metamorphmagus – a character who can change their appearance at will.

Day 28: Write a story in which a character is very sick with a contagious and dangerous disease – what do they do?

Day 29: Write a story that takes place in a gorgeous, mysterious, and enchanting garden.

Day 30: Write about what would happen on the last day of the world – what would the apocalypse be like?