Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Untitled - In Progress
This part/section was written during a Short Story Writing Workshop. I plan to continue it soon; though I am not sure if this will be the beginning of the story or will come in the middle. There are other parts; bits and pieces but I'd rather keep them for later.
Arya was the quiet sort, who buried her feelings, the good, the sorrowful, the angry and anything in between, in the many-flavoured chocolate bars in her fridge, though she occasionally fed her anxiety grilled chicken or sausages. She was munching on a raspberry-filled chocolate bar as she held the locket for the zillionth time. It was the same and yet every time she held it, fear and excitement gushed through her being. She went under her bed, opened the little chest hidden in the darkness underneath and beheld the magnificent diamond enclosed within.
The doorbell rang, startling her. She hit her head on the bed-boards, took another look at the diamond, and quickly shut and sealed the chest. She crawled out, adjusted her clothes, hid the locket and opened the door.
It was her best friend Marc.
No. He wasn't ready yet.