The Mysterious Girl~A Short Story

It was a cold winter night.  I could hear the soft sound of the snow on the café window.  The warmth of the fireplace felt cozy.  I slowly sipped my hot chocolate.

The door opened.  A girl walked in.  She had long brown wavy hair.  Her eyes were as blue as the sea.  She was wearing a white lace dress with a golden dream catcher necklace.  She didn’t have any shoes.  She was shivering.  I felt a little sorry for her.  I got her a hot chocolate and gave her socks and shoes, which I had in my backpack.  She sat by the fireplace.  I sat in front of her and offered her the shoes and the hot chocolate.  She looked at me and asked, “For me?” I nodded.  She wore the shoes and  took the hot chocolate and slowly sipped it.  She stopped shivering. “What’s your name?”, I asked. “Sara”, she answered.  “I’m Diana”, I said.  “Are you new to the city?” I enquired.  She nodded and said no.  “Tell me about this city.  I’m new here”.  We spent the next few minutes talking about the city.  Then the café manager, who had become my friend, came over to the fireplace with his co-workers (who were also my friends).  I started talking to them forgetting about Sara.  I suddenly remembered her and I introduced her to them.  “Will you introduce me to your friends sometime?” I asked.  “I . . . . um need to go outside for a moment”, she said and then she left.  I waited for her almost all night.  I wrote in my journal about how I wanted to be friends with her and she looked really nice.  She didn’t come back.  I tore those pages from my journal.  I went home.

It’s been ten years since that happened and I never saw Sara again.  I always feel sadness wash over me when I think about it.  I went to the same café where I had met Sara.  I talked to my friend (the manager) about Sara.  “I need to give you something” he said and went into the storage room.  He came back with  two small boxes and a light blue envelope. “Sara came back the other day when you left. Yes Diana she came back for you.  She said that she was sorry for leaving and she really liked you.  And she left these gifts for you” he said.  I felt so happy.  I would burst with joy.  I went home and opened the letter.  It said.

Dear Diana,

I am really sorry for leaving the other day.  You might be wondering why I left.  So, I felt a little jealous of you.  I stayed in the city for almost my whole life and I didn’t have any friends and you just moved here and had so many friends.  I came back the next day because I wanted to see you for the last time before I moved to another city.  Now please open the gifts before you read more.

I opened the first gift and saw her dream catcher necklace.  It was beautiful.  It was golden and had light blue beads.  And the second gift had a lot of jewelry like necklaces, bracelets, rings and earrings.  I continued reading.

I made all of the jewelry.  I make jewelry.  It is my favorite thing to do.  I hope you like it.  I’ll visit you some time.  Write back  ❤

Love, Sara

 

This is a story I wrote on my old blog and I thought I’d share it with you guys. Thoughts? Tell me in the comments.

Writing Prompt #4

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a writing prompt and Mukta requested one and I thought “Why not?” So inspiration struck and here I am. This one is a bit long but I am proud of myself for coming up with it. I hope you like it:

Do you like it? If you use it you can link it in the comments or you can go to my Contacts page and type it in there. I would love to see all your work.

 

Art of Nature

As golden as the sunset glow
As serene as the sea
As beautiful as roses
Blazing like the embers,
As sweet as strawberries
As bright as a shooting star
As new as the morning sun
As rare as an eclipse
The Art of Nature

Hey Dreamers! This is a poem I had written a while ago and later on entered it in Mirra’s nature poetry contest. Thoughts?

Change the World

She lit up the world with a smile,

Happiness spread to every mile

Though it be rain or shine,

She was always very kind

Always so sweet and thoughtful,

it made the world more colorful

She was just a simple girl

but she changed the world

Hey Dreamers! I’m finally back!!! The last few weeks have been especially trying and I am so glad to get back to blogging again. Bye!

Notice

Hey Dreamers! I have some sad news. I will not be blogging for about two weeks. I have very important tests coming up, so I have to focus. I will try to blog on weekends or when I have more time. At the moment I really need to concentrate. Thank you for understanding.

Quote #4

Hey Dreamers! For this quote, it’s going to be kind of different. I’ll put up the quote and in the comments, you guys can tell me what it means to you in one sentence. Next week I will post the quote again along with all of your interpretations. If it works out well, I may do it again. Here is today’s quote:

           “Stop and Smell the Flowers”

The picture is of a bluebonnet field and I edited my doll into it from Megan’s tutorial. This took a bit of time but it was worth it. This is what this quote means to me:

Enjoy the little things in life, they can be beautiful.

Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to comment below what this quote means to you.

Dear Genevieve

Dear Genevieve,

it’s been ten years since it happened. Ten whole years. I still haven’t recovered from it. I want to be the Marilyn that I used to be, the Marilyn who had big dreams and hope for the world. But tell me one thing Genevieve. How can I dream? How can I hope, when I know that everything will be shattered in the end. It happened in only a second. In one second my whole world fell apart. My dreams were shattered like glass. And hope? There was no question. It just went away.

Do you remember? When we were 5 years old, we dreamt of touching the stars. We’d gaze at them every night with sparkles in our eyes. Weren’t we silly?

The last thing, I may have lost all hope and all my dreams but there was one thing that didn’t go away. There’s one thing that I wake up for everyday. That’s you Genevieve. I think of you everyday. You supported me, you tried to fix me. I want you to know that I appreciate it so much. We are more than a thousand miles apart and yet you make me think that it’s not over yet. You are a miracle Genevieve. You deserve so much more than you have. You have so little, but you can do so much. I just wanted you to know.

Love,

Marilyn

 

Hey Dreamers! I hope you liked my story. It was inspired by Loren’s story called Clara’s Letter. The story is not the same but, it’s in a letter form. Comment below if you have any constructive criticism or any tips for me