Janie {part 2}

Writing- This is the final part to my Janie short story! I wanted it to end this way so you can imagine what will happen with Janie and her dad :) Hopefully that didn't give too much away! I also started a story about a girl Marie, but I only have a little bit so far. Not sure if I should post what I have, or wait until I have more. But, expect to see another post tomorrow! Not sure what, but I guarantee there will be a story up:)

Janie

“What the heck are you doing down here, girl?” he roared. “I’m minding my own business, eating my supper, when I hear a bang. I jump and spill my spaghetti all down my front! Then comes another bang, and I spill yet more!”

“I’m sorry!” Janie cried. “I dropped a peanut butter jar on my toe, and on my way to the bathroom to get some ice I knocked over the coat rack!”

“I’ll take your excuse this time, girl,” he growled, apparently still annoyed. “But I don’t tolerate noise.” He walked out of the room, taking care to slam the door shut behind him. Janie thought she should just be nice to the man; maybe he’s just hurting inside. But, he did just storm into her new home uninvited. Janie got back to unpacking and by the time she was done, all thoughts of the man were out of her head.

The next few weeks the man upstairs was always grumpy and annoyed ant Janie. Maybe he was just lonely. She learned that his name was Peter, and he was an artist. One early Saturday morning, Janie heard Peter and the deliveryman out in the hallway. She hovered by her door, listening.

            “I told you, there is no Emily here!” Peter said gruffly.

            “I’m sorry sir, this package says to an Emily Price.”
             "Well, you got your sources wrong then, because Emily is dead, and has been for the past 5 years! Ever since I left my wife and daughter to marry Emily, she was darn sick and I knew she wouldn't make it too far long into life. Now, go away!"he barked at the man. The man scurried away, and turned the corner. Janie sunk down to the floor. Peter was her father. She knew there was something familiar about him. But, why was he so mean? The man she remembered as her father was much younger, and certainly much kinder. Maybe he just needed to be loved. 

          

Kristee

Writing- I wrote this one in about 20 minutes, it just flowed :) I know its corny, and really simple, but it was just a really random prompt from http://www.creative-writing-now.com/support-files/30_days_of_inspiration_.pdf I didn't stop the story about Janie, I'm just in the middle of it! Part 2 of Janie will most likely be posted tomorrow :)


Intro- Kristee, a 19 year old girl, has just gone through a terrible tragedy  Her father passed away. What is the one thing that can help her get through this? Love conquers all :)

Kristee

Kristee saw tears of sadness sailing down her mother’s face as they watched her father’s dead body lowered into the tomb. Kristee was devastated; her father was everything. Everything. She felt warm arms wrap around her waist, and she turned around and cried into her boyfriend Tony’s shoulder. He kissed her head, lovingly cuddling her while tears were falling down his face too. She looked up and smiled. Across the graveyard on the sidewalk a young girl was kissing a boy. Maybe it was her first kiss. First kisses brought joy. Oh, if only Kristee could have some joy, her life had been filled with sadness ever since her father passed on. The funeral ended and Kristee drove home with Tony, still crying. He dropped her off at her house, kissing her goodbye. Kristee walked into the house, flung off her coat, and ran to her bedroom, crying herself to sleep.

The next morning Kristee woke up to the fluttering of wings outside her window. She smiled. Finally, what she had been waiting for has arrived. She flung open her window, inviting the butterflies inside her butterfly sanctuary. Kristee had been taking care of butterflies ever since she was a young girl. She collected caterpillars and had them living in an adjacent box outside of her window. When they hatched, she would then let them come in and live in her bedroom. She ran downstairs; ready to tell her father what happened to her. Suddenly, she remembered. Her father was gone. The man, whom she had spent every minute of every day with, was gone. Her butterfly partner was gone. She fell to the floor crying. She then felt those warm arms wrap around her, and she looked up. That smiling face was looking down at her through his tears.

            “I’ll never be happy again!” Kristee cried.

            “Yes you will, babe.” Tony said soothingly, rubbing her back.

            “No I won’t!” Kristee shrieked.

            “I know what will make you happy.” Tony replied. He pulled his arms from her and led her to the couch. “Close your eyes,” he instructed. Kristee did as she was told. “Okay, open.” Kristee opened her eyes and a smile found her face. Tony was down on one knee. “Kristee, my love, will you marry me?”

            “Yes, one thousand times yes!” Kristee leaned down and kissed him, thankful. She had been mistaken; there was one thing that could conquer death and make her happy. That thing was love <3 

Janie {part 1}

Writing- This is the first part to a story I just began today! It's going great so far, I expect it to be maybe 3 parts, although not positive.


Intro- Janie, an 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, taking a year off before beginning college, moves into her first apartment! Apparently, it isn't a normal apartment. A strange man lives upstairs, but Janie knows he is hiding something. What is it?

Janie

“I’m sure I’ll be ok, Mom. Stop worrying!” Janie began to her mother, exasperated. “If you would just-“

“Oh, I know,” Mrs. O’Connell fretted. “I just can’t believe my little baby is all grown up!” She leaved down to kiss her 18-year-old daughter on the forehead, as if she was a little baby.

“Mom,” Janie said, softer this time. “It’s okay! I’ll come visit every few days, and I’ll call you if I need anything, anything at all.”

“Alright.” Mrs. O’Connell said sadly, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’ll just miss you so much.”

“Me too, mom.” Janie blinked back a tear, hugging her mom. “I’ll call you later, after I get settled in!” She closed the door to her new apartment, smiling through the tears. She could finally have the freedom she had been craving for the past 5 years! She loved her mother, don’t get her wrong, but Helena O’Connell was just too protective sometimes of her one and only daughter, Janie. Janie grabbed the few grocery bags she had bought at the grocery store just then with her mother, and began to put them back where they belong. Order could never hurt in a new home. If she wanted to stay organized without her mom doing everything for her, she better start right away! Janie dropped a peanut butter jar on her toe, and screamed in pain and annoyance. There was a stomp from upstairs, and Jamie froze. The landlord said the apartment above was unoccupied, because he had also offered her that one, though she preferred 2^nd floor right above the lobby. Janie assured herself it was just someone on the 4^th floor; there were probably kids up there running around. That thought made her tear up again, made her think of all the happy years she had spent with her parents before the divorce. Helena O’Connell was a naturally cheerful young woman until her husband, Jack Price, ditched her for the young woman down the street. After the divorce, Helena was quiet, reserved, and quite overprotective of Janie. Janie missed her old, happy family, before Dad left. “Well,” she concluded, talking to herself now. “We did have 13 years of fun! I just need to think of the positive. Yeah, that’s it! Think of the positive.” Janie suddenly realized that her toe was still throbbing painfully. She put down the bag of groceries she was holding and walked out of the kitchen into the small hallway leading to the bathroom. She tripped over something, what it was she did not know. It might have just been her clumsiness. All she knew was that when she fell, she knocked over the coat rack, which fell with a loud clang. Someone cursed loudly upstairs, and the stomping occurred again. Whoever was up there was walking down the stairs, loudly! Janie jumped up quickly, and ran to go lock the door. She was too late. The door was pushed open, and with a bang whammed against the wall. A man stood there, not just any ordinary man. This man looked as if he was too old and fragile to make that much noise. Janie blinked many times, making sure she had seen right. He had balding hair, but what was left was starch white. He had on an old smock shirt, like he had been painting, with smudges of what appeared to be spaghetti sauce all over it. He walked into the house, and Janie shrank back against the wall, wondering what this man was going to do.

Cliff hanger!!! :D 

Intro

Right now I have many different stories going on, at the beginning on each post I will let y'all know how they are going and what will be posted next :) Like I said, at the beginning on each post will be a quick few sentences just about how my writing is going, then it will get into the story. If it's the first part of a story, I will have a few sentence summary of the story, so if you don't like the summary you don't have to bother yourself with reading it! All of my stories will be different lengths, right now I have a few short ones that will only take a few posts, and some that are barely started but I know will become super long in time :) So, most stories are from prompts I've found at different websites, including http://teengirlsthatwrite.wordpress.com/ http://www.girlslife.com/post/2012/04/25/10-story-starters-to-get-ya-goin.aspx?cp=all http://www.creative-writing-now.com/short-story-ideas.html, an ebook I got for free, and many more sites! Again, if the prompt isn't mine, I will state in the introduction to my post where I got it from :) Feel free to comment any questions or feedback you may have, but most of all, enjoy my stories :)