Short Story – 1



Ok guys, here it is! I was trying to really work on my imagery so let me know what you all think. Remember, be gentle. . .

For as long as Jessie could remember, she wanted to fly. To touch that unburdened sky, to break the string that demand she stay rooted to the ground.

She watched the sky ceaselessly. From the octagonal window in her room, the windows of her classrooms, the rolled down windows of the car.

Always through windows.

They taunted her, those thick panes of glass. Clear enough to give her the barest taste of what she sought. But there was always a smudge, a crack, an air bubble, to bring her back to reality and remind of where she was – the ground.

Her favorite time was when she was able to lay on the trampoline in the back yard. It was rusty and rickety and always left black stains on her elbows and socks, but she didn’t care. Every day, no matter the weather she positioned herself face up in the center of the old trampoline. There, for an hour everyday she could dream. She could see it! Faced with nothing but the open sky, the wind caressing her cheeks, the clouds drifting over her and leaving her damp with their essence, she could feel it.

When it rained, she forced her eyes open to take the beating of the heavy drops. Picturing herself soaring through and over the dense cotton of those heavy grey clouds. Once atop she could dance on the thick wool, jump and roll with the thunder and lightning, celebrate with the renewal the water brought.

When it snowed, she wondered if the snow went both ways. If she soared over that shelf of white, would she find herself falling again with soft puffs of icy lace catching in her hair and eyelashes? Would she drift with them all the way to the stars?

But the best days, the days she marked on the calendar that hung over her desk, those were the days when the sky was clear. Not a cloud in sight. She could see the whole solar system, feel the galaxy they all lurked within, catch a whisper of the infinite universe. Where even with the oppressive and life-giving glow of the sun, she could see the stars glinting for all they were worth. She could see the other planets trying to come nearer for company. She could see the man in the moon with his rakish grin trying to catch a nap before it was his shift once more. These were the most promising days. These were the days she knew her dream was possible.

She would fly to the moon and farther, touch the planets, and glimpse the stars.  


8 thoughts on “Short Story – 1

  1. Okay, seriously, woman. That was AMAZING!!!!! Was this an exercise you found somewhere, or just thought “I need to work on my imagery” and went to town? YOU NEED TO PUBLISH SOMETHING SO I CAN READ MORE!!! PLEASE!!!
    Honestly, this kind of writing is the stuff of award-winning authors. I’m not even joking. I was comparing this to all the Newberry and Pulitzer Prize winners I know, and it stayed right alongside them all. You have an amazing talent. I can’t wait to see where it takes you in the future. Keep it up!

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    • Ok you guys are making me blush! Thank you so much! And I was just trying to fall asleep and thinking about my upcoming WiP and this happened. If you’re not careful though I’m going to enlist you as a Beta reader!


      • Thank you!!! And I’m doing my first edits of my MS now, so I may enlist you soon. I need some outside ideas on how to improve it, I’ve been in it too long and am having trouble figuring out how to make it better.


      • I struggle with that a lot, as well. Beta-readers are helpful with that. Especially anyone who is already a writer, or has a degree in English, or has been published. I’m not just talking about me. I have family as beta-readers, and they’re not helpful at all. My best readers are writers, as well.

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      • Hahaha, I’m going to enlist you for sure! I have a couple other people in mind. One is my best friend so I don’t know how helpful she’ll be but my blog buddies I think are going to be a great resource.

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