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inglouriously) wrote2009-10-27 12:18 am
inglouriously) wrote2009-10-27 12:18 am
Writing Prompt
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thedailyprompt , and since it's fairly new I thought I'd join in, since apparently that's what all the cool people do. Today's prompt: You are two years old. Write from this perspective.
Who: Chanella
When: 1977
Where: San Juan del Obispo, Guatemala
What: I didn't feel like writing in first person, suck me.
It was early. Chanella could tell because the sun was shining through her window, but not very brightly. She climbed out of her new 'big girl' bed, her chubby legs stretching to reach the ground. Once her toes touched the rug that covered the tile floor, she let herself drop, giggling at the falling sensation. The little girl in the pink nightgown wobbled to the door cautiously, then pushed it open, peeking her round face out of the crack. Mama and Papa were still asleep. She could hear Papa snoring in the next room. Chanella ran quickly to her parents' bedroom, her long, curly hair bouncing with each confident little step. Her little fingers struggled with the doorknob for a moment, before turning it and opening one of the big French doors.
The master bedroom was dark, hushed; the curtains were drawn, and the fan turned slowly overhead to provide air circulation. Chanella could just see Mama's dark curls peeking out from under the cover, but Papa had kicked the covers off and was sprawled out on the bed. Eleanor and Angelindo's only daughter tip-toed noisily to the side of the bed, and one hand reached out to touch Mama's face. Eleanor groaned, her brow furrowing.
"Mama," Chanella whispered, her breath noisy, her blue eyes bright. "Mama," she repeated. "Ven aqui."
Eleanor groaned once more, then mumbled in her British accent, "Chanella...vaya a tu cama, hija."
Chanella frowned. She was used to adults doing what she wanted them to do. She only shook her head, and stomped her little foot, though of course Mama couldn't see. When there was no further response, the little girl turned and fled from the room, running down the hall back to her own room. Her kingdom, where she was the princess and everyone really did do what she wanted them to.
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thedailyprompt , and since it's fairly new I thought I'd join in, since apparently that's what all the cool people do. Today's prompt: You are two years old. Write from this perspective.Who: Chanella
When: 1977
Where: San Juan del Obispo, Guatemala
What: I didn't feel like writing in first person, suck me.
It was early. Chanella could tell because the sun was shining through her window, but not very brightly. She climbed out of her new 'big girl' bed, her chubby legs stretching to reach the ground. Once her toes touched the rug that covered the tile floor, she let herself drop, giggling at the falling sensation. The little girl in the pink nightgown wobbled to the door cautiously, then pushed it open, peeking her round face out of the crack. Mama and Papa were still asleep. She could hear Papa snoring in the next room. Chanella ran quickly to her parents' bedroom, her long, curly hair bouncing with each confident little step. Her little fingers struggled with the doorknob for a moment, before turning it and opening one of the big French doors.
The master bedroom was dark, hushed; the curtains were drawn, and the fan turned slowly overhead to provide air circulation. Chanella could just see Mama's dark curls peeking out from under the cover, but Papa had kicked the covers off and was sprawled out on the bed. Eleanor and Angelindo's only daughter tip-toed noisily to the side of the bed, and one hand reached out to touch Mama's face. Eleanor groaned, her brow furrowing.
"Mama," Chanella whispered, her breath noisy, her blue eyes bright. "Mama," she repeated. "Ven aqui."
Eleanor groaned once more, then mumbled in her British accent, "Chanella...vaya a tu cama, hija."
Chanella frowned. She was used to adults doing what she wanted them to do. She only shook her head, and stomped her little foot, though of course Mama couldn't see. When there was no further response, the little girl turned and fled from the room, running down the hall back to her own room. Her kingdom, where she was the princess and everyone really did do what she wanted them to.
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