|Ended Up North
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A young woman without direction finds herself exactly where she needs to be.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,102 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-27-12 - Published: 03-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3007932
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AUTHOR: Aeriel Holman
Approx. Words: 250
DATE: March 11, 2012 (created)
NOTES: This particular assignment in my Eng. 11 class was to create a dynamic beginning. We had to look at 3 different pieces of writing and copy it as best we could. This piece was done in the style of "Mademoiselle Pearl" by Guy de Mauspassant. It was the teacher's favorite intro, not my own. In fact, it was my least favorite. However, after taking a second look at it, I realized why it she preferred it. My best friend also read it, and explained it was like a piece of flash-fiction, which is why I decided to post this beginning. If anyone would like to see the other two possible beginnings, I would not mind adding them on as other chapters. Just let me know.
Ended Up North
It was the stupidest thing I had ever done—standing on that rocky beach, barefoot, in the heart of the squall, I mean. Not the part that came after.
The beach was way up North, almost in the state of Washington. I had driven up there with my parents long before they passed, and although it was one time, it is the only route I've recalled with a diamond-sparkling clarity.
You see, normally I cannot, for the life of me, pick up street names. Directions are also a less-than-strong skill for me. I'm the type of person dependent upon GPS and other drivers. It sort of baffles my relatives, but it's like I'm stuck in a gyroscope. You can spin me around and around and around, and I'll get dizzy, thinking I'm headed north. I make a turn, I'm still headed north. I about-face; I'm still heading north. Oh, sure, I can get around just fine in my own place of residence. You live in a neighborhood long enough you eventually remember the roads in the region of your home… other than that; I don't go out much.
There was a time when I thought maybe it was just my lack of directional know-how. I'm too scared of getting lost. It's a viable fear, yet somehow, it wasn't right to me. In fact, a lot of things weren't right. Probably my mind, if I'm honest. However, I doubt that, because in the end, I still ended up North.