WINNERS ANNOUNCED

[Neon Taile]

I am planning to enter, and the story will be coming here! I'm hoping that posting will spur me on to write it...
Thanks.

[MacGyver]

Hmm... I may enter if I can think up something in time. :3

[Roonil Wazlib]

Um guys who already entered, maybe you'd like to make your stories a bit longer? I know I didn't put a minimum length but your stories are like a paragraph.

[o s h u n]

A tear slid down her cheek, another raced down her other cheek, only to be lost in the abyss of her black wavy hair. The young woman looked out the window of the plane. It was a whole experiences of 'firsts'. First time crying in six years. First time flying, she had always dreamed of flying. It was her first time doing anything without her mother. It was also the first time she would meet Mr. Linbeck, her new guardian. Her closest living relative. She hadn't been told much about him, she hadn't been in the listening mood when the people from agencies she hadn't bothered to remember had been clustering around her like starved chickens looking for a meal. White flashed to her left, looking up the girl saw the hand of a stranger, offering her a tissue.
"First time leaving home?" The stranger asked politely, looking slightly worried. She wanted to answer her, and a thousand responses raced to her tongue, but the middle aged woman had her hands full with a fussy toddler who's grumbles were steadily growing louder and taking on a desperate tone. With a smile the girl took the tissue and nodded instead, wiping her tears and nose and turning back to the window. The woman fussed with her baby for a few minutes before putting a bottle in its mouth and silencing it. Its green eyes stared back at her as she watched it greedily suck at the bottle. "So where are you headed dear?" The woman asked, smoothing her hair and giving the girl her attention. "Um, somewhere in California, this is just one of the flights I have to take."
"Oh wow, that is quite a ways away. What takes you there?" The woman placed her baby in the other arm and reached for its blanket, eyes still focused on the girl who sat beside her.
"Well. I have to go and live with my mothers half brother. Uncle I guess."
"I have some relatives down there, whats his name?"
"Tobias Linbeck"
"Wow, the horse guy?"
"I don't know" She scratched her neck, truthfully, she knew only his name and the address scribbled on a piece of paper.
"Oh, well, that's very interesting. And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to here is my phone number, I'm a children's therapist. I travel all over the country to present at schools."
The woman proceeded to talk for a while, asking questions to all of which the girl answered, 'I don't know.'
a few short hours later the plane began to descend, the vibrations and noises from the wheels hitting pavement rousing the baby and sending him into a fit of rage. The two females parted ways and waved goodbye. Once she was seated outside the gates for her next flight the girl pulled out her ipod and connected to the Wi-fi. She was curious what that lady had meant about her uncle being a 'horse guy' A few wikipedia and google pages later the girl discovered something shocking. Her Uncle, Tobias was a horse trainer who specialized in natural horsemanship and had an acupuncture clinic for riders and their horses. She had never really stopped to consider what life would be like now that she was starting over somewhere completely strange, but not it didn't seem like such a bad idea. She had always admired horses, and with all the land he owned, she didn't even have to like anything, she could go hiking for days and not find the bordering fence. With a sad smile she couldn't help but think that this would have been a dream vacation for her mother, so that's how she decided to behave. Like this was just a vacation, and she would go back eventually. Of course she cl


Twenty years later.
A woman stands in front of an empty and graying house on an empty and graying street. The wooden door has decayed and wood panels have been nailed over the gaping windows. spray painted walls stare back at here, grass has overtaking the small front yard and peeling paint litters the once polished deck. The steps are missing, all that remains the same are two handprints in the walkway tiles, one little one, and a larger one beside it. with Me & Mommy scrawled in a childish print.
The woman traces her hand over the marked cement, tears falling again, for the first time in twenty years.

(I dont know how many words that was, probably too many XD Sorry if its really 'lose' I dint really have much of a plan, just let it happen. Sorry if its really sad D:)

[MacGyver]

A tear slid down her cheek, another raced down her other cheek, only to be lost in the abyss of her black wavy hair. The young woman looked out the window of the plane. It was a whole experiences of 'firsts'. First time crying in six years. First time flying, she had always dreamed of flying. It was her first time doing anything without her mother. It was also the first time she would meet Mr. Linbeck, her new guardian. Her closest living relative. She hadn't been told much about him, she hadn't been in the listening mood when the people from agencies she hadn't bothered to remember had been clustering around her like starved chickens looking for a meal. White flashed to her left, looking up the girl saw the hand of a stranger, offering her a tissue.
"First time leaving home?" The stranger asked politely, looking slightly worried. She wanted to answer her, and a thousand responses raced to her tongue, but the middle aged woman had her hands full with a fussy toddler who's grumbles were steadily growing louder and taking on a desperate tone. With a smile the girl took the tissue and nodded instead, wiping her tears and nose and turning back to the window. The woman fussed with her baby for a few minutes before putting a bottle in its mouth and silencing it. Its green eyes stared back at her as she watched it greedily suck at the bottle. "So where are you headed dear?" The woman asked, smoothing her hair and giving the girl her attention. "Um, somewhere in California, this is just one of the flights I have to take."
"Oh wow, that is quite a ways away. What takes you there?" The woman placed her baby in the other arm and reached for its blanket, eyes still focused on the girl who sat beside her.
"Well. I have to go and live with my mothers half brother. Uncle I guess."
"I have some relatives down there, whats his name?"
"Tobias Linbeck"
"Wow, the horse guy?"
"I don't know" She scratched her neck, truthfully, she knew only his name and the address scribbled on a piece of paper.
"Oh, well, that's very interesting. And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to here is my phone number, I'm a children's therapist. I travel all over the country to present at schools."
The woman proceeded to talk for a while, asking questions to all of which the girl answered, 'I don't know.'
a few short hours later the plane began to descend, the vibrations and noises from the wheels hitting pavement rousing the baby and sending him into a fit of rage. The two females parted ways and waved goodbye. Once she was seated outside the gates for her next flight the girl pulled out her ipod and connected to the Wi-fi. She was curious what that lady had meant about her uncle being a 'horse guy' A few wikipedia and google pages later the girl discovered something shocking. Her Uncle, Tobias was a horse trainer who specialized in natural horsemanship and had an acupuncture clinic for riders and their horses. She had never really stopped to consider what life would be like now that she was starting over somewhere completely strange, but not it didn't seem like such a bad idea. She had always admired horses, and with all the land he owned, she didn't even have to like anything, she could go hiking for days and not find the bordering fence. With a sad smile she couldn't help but think that this would have been a dream vacation for her mother, so that's how she decided to behave. Like this was just a vacation, and she would go back eventually. Of course she cl


Twenty years later.
A woman stands in front of an empty and graying house on an empty and graying street. The wooden door has decayed and wood panels have been nailed over the gaping windows. spray painted walls stare back at here, grass has overtaking the small front yard and peeling paint litters the once polished deck. The steps are missing, all that remains the same are two handprints in the walkway tiles, one little one, and a larger one beside it. with Me & Mommy scrawled in a childish print.
The woman traces her hand over the marked cement, tears falling again, for the first time in twenty years.

(I dont know how many words that was, probably too many XD Sorry if its really 'lose' I dint really have much of a plan, just let it happen. Sorry if its really sad D:)

*slinking in to comment* Aw that was very touching! :')
/slinks away

[Roonil Wazlib]

@oshun
Thanks, I'll add you to the front page :)

[o s h u n]

Bump :3

[PFDC]

Does it have to be a story? Or can it be and excerpt of a story?

[scmarshtacky]

I'll join. Hopefully will post something tomorrow. ^^

[Roonil Wazlib]

Does it have to be a story? Or can it be and excerpt of a story?

As long as it's not too short, it doesn't matter :)