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I was challenged to a 15 min fic writing session. The word was 'transition'.
This is what I ended up with. I warn you beforehand that it's really weird....
TRANSITION
She was sitting in the middle of her room gazing around her. It seemed unreal almost. And scary. Not that she minded, it was comforting in a way to know that she still felt scared. If she hadn't, it would probably be more unreal.
In the laundry hamper next to her, she'd stuffed all her dolls and stuffed animals. Her parents had laughed at her. Told her that in college she'd have no need for them. Silently reaching out to grab the bear sitting on top, she slowly curled up on the carpet. They were undeniably hers. Cherished and carefully displayed on the shelves around her.
Well, they had been. Now they were crammed into her hamper; shoved into boxes and in every way just as uncomfortable as she felt. There was almost a sense of guilt lingering in the back of her mind.
No one likes being shoved into a box. She knew that all too well sometimes. Rolling over to look at the ceiling, she wondered what it would be like to get out of her own box. The one where she could be herself. Stay up late if she wanted, hang out freely with her friends, choose if she actually went to class or studied. It *seemed* like a good idea.
With a sigh she sits up, placing the bear carefully back on top of the pile.
'it's just us from now on teddy... just us...'
She sighed inwardly at the lack of response. Of course it wasn't *really* just her and the bear. But at the moment, it didn't matter. It felt like it, and sometimes emotion was all that really mattered. Like when you're in the middle of a crowded room, surrounded by your friends, but you still feel utterly alone. She knew what that felt like all too well.
Standing up, she looked silently out the window. That's going to change, she thought. I'll make it change. With one last glance at the boxes the contained so much of her life, her feelings, she walked out the door. It didn't matter anymore. It was time to move on.
This is what I ended up with. I warn you beforehand that it's really weird....
TRANSITION
She was sitting in the middle of her room gazing around her. It seemed unreal almost. And scary. Not that she minded, it was comforting in a way to know that she still felt scared. If she hadn't, it would probably be more unreal.
In the laundry hamper next to her, she'd stuffed all her dolls and stuffed animals. Her parents had laughed at her. Told her that in college she'd have no need for them. Silently reaching out to grab the bear sitting on top, she slowly curled up on the carpet. They were undeniably hers. Cherished and carefully displayed on the shelves around her.
Well, they had been. Now they were crammed into her hamper; shoved into boxes and in every way just as uncomfortable as she felt. There was almost a sense of guilt lingering in the back of her mind.
No one likes being shoved into a box. She knew that all too well sometimes. Rolling over to look at the ceiling, she wondered what it would be like to get out of her own box. The one where she could be herself. Stay up late if she wanted, hang out freely with her friends, choose if she actually went to class or studied. It *seemed* like a good idea.
With a sigh she sits up, placing the bear carefully back on top of the pile.
'it's just us from now on teddy... just us...'
She sighed inwardly at the lack of response. Of course it wasn't *really* just her and the bear. But at the moment, it didn't matter. It felt like it, and sometimes emotion was all that really mattered. Like when you're in the middle of a crowded room, surrounded by your friends, but you still feel utterly alone. She knew what that felt like all too well.
Standing up, she looked silently out the window. That's going to change, she thought. I'll make it change. With one last glance at the boxes the contained so much of her life, her feelings, she walked out the door. It didn't matter anymore. It was time to move on.
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