I'm Entering Week One of the Writing Competitions
Username Zoe-Underland
Are you an Owner Yes i am
Makoatl's name
Romulus Alexander Dimaria
Who's perspective are you writing from
3rd Person i think
Story [We All Stop Playing Someday, So Lets Try To Fix That]
It was Autumn, it was cold, wet and dreary. Yet little Romulus had dragged his parents out to the park near there house, Why? because he wanted to see all of the puddles and imagine things beyond his Dreams. He remembered running threw all of the puddles, laughing happily as the water splashed up around him, he remembered watching his mother and father before they both dissapered from view. He let out a startled yelp as he fell into a rather deep puddle, knocking his head on the side of the ground, making his vision go all fuzzy, he dreamed, he saw, he swam.
Little coloured strips went past his eyes, words and whispers rocking around his eyes. He saw little children sitting side by side with there parents watching Television, swing sets abandoned. Static rang in his ears, before a cold wind rushed over his body, making him shiver. He heard children whispering around him, a little girl going "Mama can we go play outside?" then a soft "i'm sorry Darling, mama's busy with work" he could almost feel the waves of sadness of the little girl as there voices faded away.
More pleading popped up around him, more squeaking of abandoned swings, sea-saws, the scene flickered to a child standing between her dad and her mother, she was looking at a park. Well he thinks it's a park, she was tugging her parents over to the swing-set, wanting her dad to push her on them. He did, but not for long, he got bored, and glanced at his watch. He could barely hear the next spoken words, just faintly hearing them over a buzzing sound, "Come on darling, My show starts in ten minutes, and you know da- -misses it" some of the words tuned out, he saw the little girls smile vanish as she nodded, he watched the family fade away.
He could hear laughter, then peace, he could see children, then nothing. Abandened playgrounds, rusted rides. Bent and warped metal, things that had been abandoned by it's creator. The one who made it to be loved by others, just left to rust and be forgotten, like many others.
He felt his mother pull him out of the puddle and nuzzle him as his eyes fluttered open, a gasp fell from his mouth, "Mama!... why do people abandon things that they found joy in?" his mother shrugged "i don't know darling" left his mother's mouth. He frowned "Mama... i'm going to become famous" he said softly, "I'll become famous and make people realize we should enjoy things all the time!" he chirped as he stood up, he smiled up at his parents and rushed over to the swing sets, "Push me Papa Push me!" he called out to his father happily, as his father started to push him, the swing set creaking from lack of use, but his joyful cried filling the air as it started to rain once again.
Word Count 493 words
(Autumn is what we call Fall were i live)
Username Zoe-Underland
Are you an Owner Yes i am
Makoatl's name
Romulus Alexander Dimaria
Who's perspective are you writing from
3rd Person i think
Story [We All Stop Playing Someday, So Lets Try To Fix That]
It was Autumn, it was cold, wet and dreary. Yet little Romulus had dragged his parents out to the park near there house, Why? because he wanted to see all of the puddles and imagine things beyond his Dreams. He remembered running threw all of the puddles, laughing happily as the water splashed up around him, he remembered watching his mother and father before they both dissapered from view. He let out a startled yelp as he fell into a rather deep puddle, knocking his head on the side of the ground, making his vision go all fuzzy, he dreamed, he saw, he swam.
Little coloured strips went past his eyes, words and whispers rocking around his eyes. He saw little children sitting side by side with there parents watching Television, swing sets abandoned. Static rang in his ears, before a cold wind rushed over his body, making him shiver. He heard children whispering around him, a little girl going "Mama can we go play outside?" then a soft "i'm sorry Darling, mama's busy with work" he could almost feel the waves of sadness of the little girl as there voices faded away.
More pleading popped up around him, more squeaking of abandoned swings, sea-saws, the scene flickered to a child standing between her dad and her mother, she was looking at a park. Well he thinks it's a park, she was tugging her parents over to the swing-set, wanting her dad to push her on them. He did, but not for long, he got bored, and glanced at his watch. He could barely hear the next spoken words, just faintly hearing them over a buzzing sound, "Come on darling, My show starts in ten minutes, and you know da- -misses it" some of the words tuned out, he saw the little girls smile vanish as she nodded, he watched the family fade away.
He could hear laughter, then peace, he could see children, then nothing. Abandened playgrounds, rusted rides. Bent and warped metal, things that had been abandoned by it's creator. The one who made it to be loved by others, just left to rust and be forgotten, like many others.
He felt his mother pull him out of the puddle and nuzzle him as his eyes fluttered open, a gasp fell from his mouth, "Mama!... why do people abandon things that they found joy in?" his mother shrugged "i don't know darling" left his mother's mouth. He frowned "Mama... i'm going to become famous" he said softly, "I'll become famous and make people realize we should enjoy things all the time!" he chirped as he stood up, he smiled up at his parents and rushed over to the swing sets, "Push me Papa Push me!" he called out to his father happily, as his father started to push him, the swing set creaking from lack of use, but his joyful cried filling the air as it started to rain once again.
Word Count 493 words
(Autumn is what we call Fall were i live)
