My descriptive fiction and story bits

Unfinished Starts

I have enough of these now to do a little compilation yay!

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March 14
Unknown
It was the sound of a bang that startled me out of the pitch black darkness of unconsciousness. My eyes opened wide, scanning the darkness that continued to surround me even as I blinked. Attempting to move my limbs to stand, I discovered that they were stiff and heavy. Barely managing to tilt my head, I tried to find the source of the noise but to no avail.

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March 20
(N/A)
I stood at her door, about as nervous as one could be.
(Lengthy, I know.)

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March 23
Dance and Rhythm
I stepped onto the shimmering wood floor of the dance room, quickly scanning the area. Sighing in relief that I had arrived before my partner, I set my jacket and water off to the left and began slowly stretching out my muscles. I grunted in satisfaction at the light strain that loosened the tension previously held in my joints and glanced at the clock by the door. Five after... whoever this guy is must not be taking this seriously. I rolled my eyes and stood, facing the mirror, as I was at a loss for actions. Suppose practicing for my self-choreo wouldn't be a horrid idea.

I breathed deeply, relaxing and slumping over slightly. The silence of the room faded out as the song I had chosen played through my head, guiding my steps. I let the emotion of the song guide my steps, the dance was supposed to be contemporary anyway, as I fell into place with the feeling. I fit in bits and pieces I enjoyed from past performances and became completely immersed in the song. As I moved with the rhythm I hardly registered the figure standing at the door, watching through the window. I leapt into a final lunge and slowed to a stop, ending with a hand outstretched to the mirrors.

It was then that the door opened, startling me into nearly falling. "Not bad," a male voice said, "but I could still do much better." Quickly gathering my wits about me I turned to face the stranger, arms folded and an eyebrow arched.

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May 21
Fear (based on real events)
I sat tense in my chair at my desk on the wall as I hurriedly scanned over the remaining parts of my English assignment in panic. Three separate parts... and I'm supposed to be studying for the Biology final!!!! I started as I heard my mother call from the other room.

"Meet me upstairs when you're done," she stated emotionlessly, to which I could only nod and try to hide how terrified I was. Not meeting her eyes I picked up my pencil and began scribbling words down onto the paper in what I hoped was an intelligent and non-repetitive fashion. This is what I get for taking an honors class... maybe I should just drop it next year. I mean, our schedule submissions are already in but I bet I can still change mine if I contact the school... In the midst of my mental debate I had stopped writing, so I quickly began forming a new sentence. No, that's the lazy underachieving way out. I signed up for them, and I have to keep up with them!!!! There's no reason to drop down when I still understand this content but have this awful work ethic.

I finished my paper and moved onto the next, hoping my handwriting was legible. Exhaustion from nerves and all of the activity from the past few weeks relentlessly shoved at me, from my sleep-deprived overbooked brain to my sore muscles. I tried my best to focus on what to say in my assignment despite the desperate fear of the talk with my mom to come, and before I knew it I was using the same concepts from before. Throwing my pencil down and holding my face in frustration, I leaned back in my chair. The lumps from my clearly apparent acne stood up clearly against the smoothness of my fingers and I lightly scratched at my face with my far too long for liking nails.

In an instant my fear image flashed through my vision, leaving shapes of connect the dots littering the darkness of my closed eyelids after. It's been so long; why now?

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