Creative Writing Works

The Reluctant I

For this assignment, we had to create a first-person story using I, me, my, I'm, etc. only twice for the whole thing. Minimum of 500 words. Try and take a go at it! It's quite fun actually!

There's an itch. I can hear the world calling. It'd be a wonderful night to be out. With the trees' extended drapery of willowy branches and thin green leaves. The branches sway and dance in the midnight breeze. It's got a slight chill to it; one that anyone could feel in the bones. The clouds swirl and pace above in the sky. The winds whistle through the streets, they pull. The rocks glimmer in the light of the full moon. The moon so full it looks as if it could spill over, leaving the Earth beneath her to swim in all her light. The coos and cries of babies and dogs ring through the neighborhood, into the ears of all that pass through. The concrete is slick with water left from the day's gloomy rain. Drops of crystal water drip from rooves and gutters onto the ground beneath. Nearly everything is alive and awake; the only ones who sleep are the adults after a long day of work. The babies coo and cry and the children lay awake at night, staring out the window into the wondrous sky. The stars glint and shimmer, leaving paths through the blackness that is the night sky. The flowers close up and try to keep the magic in the buds hidden from the night creatures. The tall brick buildings covered in paints of different color stand towering over all; the billows of smoke coming from the chimneys and filling the air with a thick taste that lingers on the tongue and flows down into the lungs. The houses are warm, heat leaks from the floorboards and walls out onto the sidewalk. The lights out by the street flicker and blink.

It's a tiresome job to stay awake in the day and night. With the expectation to stay awake for 18 hours in the boiling, burning light and heat of the sun and to sleep through the night and miss the magic. The sun's greed and selfishness corrupting everything it shines on in the day; the moon purifies the Earth with her mystical glow. It's tempting to sleep and miss the wonderful beauty of the night, but it must not happen. Weeping does no good, the only solution is to scratch the itch and run free through the grass and forest with the wind and leaves and willow branches. The chill of the night is calling. So is the dance of the willow branches and the drip drops of the water. As are the glimmering rocks and shimmering stars with pathways to the moon and beyond. The world calls. The buildings creak and sing songs of old, the windows squeak and show wonders to the eyes. The majestic songs of the night fill every corner of existence with a sense of calm and peace. The Earth's calling. I go.

The concrete feels cool and slick. The walls of the surrounding buildings are warm like a cozy cup of hot cocoa. The billows of smoke are following the wet footprints on the sidewalk. It's a wonderful night to be out. The willow branches are still swaying and dancing, the babies still crying and cooing. The stars shine even brighter and the moon smiles. The flowers are open, and the rocks are glowing. The itch is gone. It's a wonderful night to be out.