Post by thefinker on Jan 2, 2009 20:17:25 GMT -5
Hi i made a thread some time ago, which sparked an interest in myself doing fictional writing. I've set up an account a writing forum for feedback, but i can't post until tomorrow. So i have this unfinished short story, and i have other ideas for more. I've used an online thesaurus & dictionary to give it more richer words. This also shows the kind of style i like, giving descriptive accounts rather than quotes galore. I have yet to give the story a title. It;s not too long, hope you don't mind using your time to read it, even if it sucks, so here it is:
I attentively whirled my glass of chardonnay in my hand, as i vented the frustration silently in my mind. An all too known obstreperous voice boomed from the sound system, joking and jesting members of the audience. My face winched at it's presence. I stroked my long blonde hair nervously, as it had become intertwined at the ends. I was beginning to feel my whole world was crashing down, i felt i was no longer the "headliner".
As i sat neatly beside the antiquated, burgeoning bar harrowed by a loudish, but surprisingly politely forming queues of men for a hefty tipple or two, i was neither game or stand-offish towards the lear's, as i remained soddenly wrapped up in this unsettling predicament. There was just such a rush of emotions skimming through my head, that i almost began to elevate my hands to my face, momentarily, then halting to avoid my pristine make-up becoming blotched.
How can Joseph dare promote this unseasoned, mouthy diva above me? I've been doing this for 4 years straight, rendering the frantic dance sequences and harbouring my miming skills proficiently, for all this time? This decision by Joseph is odd, he's not one to cajole with the fresh talent. Maybe there's more going on than a smack on the cheeks? Or worse still, maybe she just has that certain star factor? No, please don't obscure your mind to these radical presumptions, darling. But i can't help it. I just want to hear the more conceivable reason, to assuage my fears.
I raised my ashen blue-coloured eyes glumly towards the stream of wolf-whistling, lascivious group bubbling full of energy towards the hideous, shrieking, juddering of laughter from which my worry took toll on. I was unable to see my target, but i swiftly darted my eyes left and right, to find a jarring space in the shadowed heads of the crowd, i do so, and i become instantly attracted to the glittering, green sequins gangling from her dress like they have a life of their own.
I attentively whirled my glass of chardonnay in my hand, as i vented the frustration silently in my mind. An all too known obstreperous voice boomed from the sound system, joking and jesting members of the audience. My face winched at it's presence. I stroked my long blonde hair nervously, as it had become intertwined at the ends. I was beginning to feel my whole world was crashing down, i felt i was no longer the "headliner".
As i sat neatly beside the antiquated, burgeoning bar harrowed by a loudish, but surprisingly politely forming queues of men for a hefty tipple or two, i was neither game or stand-offish towards the lear's, as i remained soddenly wrapped up in this unsettling predicament. There was just such a rush of emotions skimming through my head, that i almost began to elevate my hands to my face, momentarily, then halting to avoid my pristine make-up becoming blotched.
How can Joseph dare promote this unseasoned, mouthy diva above me? I've been doing this for 4 years straight, rendering the frantic dance sequences and harbouring my miming skills proficiently, for all this time? This decision by Joseph is odd, he's not one to cajole with the fresh talent. Maybe there's more going on than a smack on the cheeks? Or worse still, maybe she just has that certain star factor? No, please don't obscure your mind to these radical presumptions, darling. But i can't help it. I just want to hear the more conceivable reason, to assuage my fears.
I raised my ashen blue-coloured eyes glumly towards the stream of wolf-whistling, lascivious group bubbling full of energy towards the hideous, shrieking, juddering of laughter from which my worry took toll on. I was unable to see my target, but i swiftly darted my eyes left and right, to find a jarring space in the shadowed heads of the crowd, i do so, and i become instantly attracted to the glittering, green sequins gangling from her dress like they have a life of their own.