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Paperclips
The early morning rays shone through the blinds as I awakened slowly, gearing up for the new day like a hound ready for the chase at the races. Dad’s aging smile greeted me as I entered the kitchen, and the vast heavens looked down on me, seeming to smile, as clear as Caribbean waters. Mum looked at me with a warming expression, as my brother woke up the neighbourhood with his blistering noise. I got my coat and headed out in the soothing summer’s breeze.
The gentle winds encircled me as I trotted along the path, seeming to protect me from any signs of danger. My girlfriend’s gleaming eyes blinded me as we met up under the Oak tree, and we sat there for several minutes, laughing and holding each other under the morning sunshine. I shouted to the boys further along the path, and we laughed about Saturday’s match and the day ahead. I held her hand in mine, holding her delicate structure with care as the school gates beckoned closer.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window smiled at me, warming my soul with their eternal beauty. The birds sang their morning hymns so gracefully as we walked along the street, and I gave a huge sigh as we strolled to the gates, hand-in-hand. A couple of the boys came and greeted us, and we all laughed and joked together under the watchful eyes of the royal blue sky. I sat at my desk in the classroom, as the hypnotic wafting heat swirled me into a trance, a trance of splendour and enjoyment. I picked up the crumpled up piece of paper the teacher handed me, and clenched my fists in joy when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And there I sat, under a gentle blue sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The early morning gusts startled me as I slowly got out of bed, a nervous feeling piercing through my soul. Dad gave me a quick smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper as I entered the kitchen, and the pale skies seemed to glare down upon me, expressionless, but wallowing in fear. Mum glanced at me, an uncertain expression melted upon her face, and my brother was surprisingly quiet as he came down the stairs. I got my coat and headed out into the cold autumn winds.
The gusts blazed around me like a furnace, unsure of what to do, and just wafting along under a scarred heaven. My girlfriend’s misty eyes seemed to stare straight through me as I met her by the wall, and we walked along the road, saying very little to each other. I called to the boys, but only got a few mumbles back. I’d best forget what the weekend had brought us. I felt uncomfortable around my girlfriend, and we walked toward the gates with a feeling of uncertainty swirling between us, slowly tearing us apart.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window hung slightly, their once blazing blue coats now drowning in the pale, emotionless atmosphere. A few bird cries echoed through the morning breeze, as we walked into the school grounds. The boys were standing around the grounds, and I looked at each one, who in return gave me a quick smile and then stared back at the ground. They all stood apart from each other, as if a disease had inhabited one of them. I walked into the classroom along and sat at my desk. The chilly winds of autumn gave the classroom an artic touch, and I sighed to myself as I looked at the red letter at the bottom of the piece of paper the teacher handed back to me.
But there I sat, under a hard, pale sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The howling winds of the mid-winter offerings clattered against my window, as I sat in bed, so tired, so cold, so lonely. The chair where Dad usually sat stood alone in the kitchen as I made my way in. My mum looked hard at me, her face scarred with tiredness and stress. Mum assured me Dad would be fine, and continued with her daily schedule. My brother put his head in his arms and sat at the table, a soft weeping could be heard through the deadly silence of the room. I got my coat and headed out into the fearless winter weather.
The winds battered against me, as I struggled along the path. I could barely handle the pain as the icy fingers of the howling gusts tore through my skin and ripped pieces from my inside. I tried my best to comfort my girlfriend at the lights, but she kept walking as tears streamed down her face like flowing rivers. Her cold hands struck my face several times as she yelled at me to leave her along. I stood in the fearless, and watched her slip so painfully from my grasp. The boys walked along the other side of the roads, their heads staring at the floor and not one of them speaking a word. I decided not to call them.
An empty pot lay by Mrs. Harris’ window, signifying to me the happy times were forgotten in the mist of the mind. I walked up to the school gates along. The grounds lay empty, only a few people enduring the cold winter winds. I was shattered by the hoards of pairs of eyes that set upon me as I entered the class, and, with head hung low, I made my way to the desk. The teacher handed me a piece of paper, and I put my head in my hands when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And here I sit, under a dark, lifeless sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The early morning rays shone through the blinds as I awakened slowly, gearing up for the new day like a hound ready for the chase at the races. Dad’s aging smile greeted me as I entered the kitchen, and the vast heavens looked down on me, seeming to smile, as clear as Caribbean waters. Mum looked at me with a warming expression, as my brother woke up the neighbourhood with his blistering noise. I got my coat and headed out in the soothing summer’s breeze.
The gentle winds encircled me as I trotted along the path, seeming to protect me from any signs of danger. My girlfriend’s gleaming eyes blinded me as we met up under the Oak tree, and we sat there for several minutes, laughing and holding each other under the morning sunshine. I shouted to the boys further along the path, and we laughed about Saturday’s match and the day ahead. I held her hand in mine, holding her delicate structure with care as the school gates beckoned closer.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window smiled at me, warming my soul with their eternal beauty. The birds sang their morning hymns so gracefully as we walked along the street, and I gave a huge sigh as we strolled to the gates, hand-in-hand. A couple of the boys came and greeted us, and we all laughed and joked together under the watchful eyes of the royal blue sky. I sat at my desk in the classroom, as the hypnotic wafting heat swirled me into a trance, a trance of splendour and enjoyment. I picked up the crumpled up piece of paper the teacher handed me, and clenched my fists in joy when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And there I sat, under a gentle blue sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The early morning gusts startled me as I slowly got out of bed, a nervous feeling piercing through my soul. Dad gave me a quick smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper as I entered the kitchen, and the pale skies seemed to glare down upon me, expressionless, but wallowing in fear. Mum glanced at me, an uncertain expression melted upon her face, and my brother was surprisingly quiet as he came down the stairs. I got my coat and headed out into the cold autumn winds.
The gusts blazed around me like a furnace, unsure of what to do, and just wafting along under a scarred heaven. My girlfriend’s misty eyes seemed to stare straight through me as I met her by the wall, and we walked along the road, saying very little to each other. I called to the boys, but only got a few mumbles back. I’d best forget what the weekend had brought us. I felt uncomfortable around my girlfriend, and we walked toward the gates with a feeling of uncertainty swirling between us, slowly tearing us apart.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window hung slightly, their once blazing blue coats now drowning in the pale, emotionless atmosphere. A few bird cries echoed through the morning breeze, as we walked into the school grounds. The boys were standing around the grounds, and I looked at each one, who in return gave me a quick smile and then stared back at the ground. They all stood apart from each other, as if a disease had inhabited one of them. I walked into the classroom along and sat at my desk. The chilly winds of autumn gave the classroom an artic touch, and I sighed to myself as I looked at the red letter at the bottom of the piece of paper the teacher handed back to me.
But there I sat, under a hard, pale sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The howling winds of the mid-winter offerings clattered against my window, as I sat in bed, so tired, so cold, so lonely. The chair where Dad usually sat stood alone in the kitchen as I made my way in. My mum looked hard at me, her face scarred with tiredness and stress. Mum assured me Dad would be fine, and continued with her daily schedule. My brother put his head in his arms and sat at the table, a soft weeping could be heard through the deadly silence of the room. I got my coat and headed out into the fearless winter weather.
The winds battered against me, as I struggled along the path. I could barely handle the pain as the icy fingers of the howling gusts tore through my skin and ripped pieces from my inside. I tried my best to comfort my girlfriend at the lights, but she kept walking as tears streamed down her face like flowing rivers. Her cold hands struck my face several times as she yelled at me to leave her along. I stood in the fearless, and watched her slip so painfully from my grasp. The boys walked along the other side of the roads, their heads staring at the floor and not one of them speaking a word. I decided not to call them.
An empty pot lay by Mrs. Harris’ window, signifying to me the happy times were forgotten in the mist of the mind. I walked up to the school gates along. The grounds lay empty, only a few people enduring the cold winter winds. I was shattered by the hoards of pairs of eyes that set upon me as I entered the class, and, with head hung low, I made my way to the desk. The teacher handed me a piece of paper, and I put my head in my hands when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And here I sit, under a dark, lifeless sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
This is pretty good. I tend to like short stories that have a repeated motif.
Paperclips
The early morning rays shone through the blinds as I awakened slowly, gearing up for the new day like a hound ready for the chase at the races. Dad’s aging smile greeted me as I entered the kitchen, and the vast heavens looked down on me, seeming to smile, as clear as Caribbean waters. Mum looked at me with a warming expression, as my brother woke up the neighbourhood with his blistering noise. I got my coat and headed out in the soothing summer’s breeze.
The gentle winds encircled me as I trotted along the path, seeming to protect me from any signs of danger. My girlfriend’s gleaming eyes blinded me as we met up under the Oak tree, and we sat there for several minutes, laughing and holding each other under the morning sunshine. I shouted to the boys further along the path, and we laughed about Saturday’s match and the day ahead. I held her hand in mine, holding her delicate structure with care as the school gates beckoned closer.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window smiled at me, warming my soul with their eternal beauty. The birds sang their morning hymns so gracefully as we walked along the street, and I gave a huge sigh as we strolled to the gates, hand-in-hand. A couple of the boys came and greeted us, and we all laughed and joked together under the watchful eyes of the royal blue sky. I sat at my desk in the classroom, as the hypnotic wafting heat swirled me into a trance, a trance of splendour and enjoyment. I picked up the crumpled up piece of paper the teacher handed me, and clenched my fists in joy when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And there I sat, under a gentle blue sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The early morning gusts startled me as I slowly got out of bed, a nervous feeling piercing through my soul. Dad gave me a quick smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper as I entered the kitchen, and the pale skies seemed to glare down upon me, expressionless, but wallowing in fear. Mum glanced at me, an uncertain expression melted upon her face, and my brother was surprisingly quiet as he came down the stairs. I got my coat and headed out into the cold autumn winds.
The gusts blazed around me like a furnace, unsure of what to do, and just wafting along under a scarred heaven. My girlfriend’s misty eyes seemed to stare straight through me as I met her by the wall, and we walked along the road, saying very little to each other. I called to the boys, but only got a few mumbles back. I’d best forget what the weekend had brought us. I felt uncomfortable around my girlfriend, and we walked toward the gates with a feeling of uncertainty swirling between us, slowly tearing us apart.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window hung slightly, their once blazing blue coats now drowning in the pale, emotionless atmosphere. A few bird cries echoed through the morning breeze, as we walked into the school grounds. The boys were standing around the grounds, and I looked at each one, who in return gave me a quick smile and then stared back at the ground. They all stood apart from each other, as if a disease had inhabited one of them. I walked into the classroom along and sat at my desk. The chilly winds of autumn gave the classroom an artic touch, and I sighed to myself as I looked at the red letter at the bottom of the piece of paper the teacher handed back to me.
But there I sat, under a hard, pale sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The howling winds of the mid-winter offerings clattered against my window, as I sat in bed, so tired, so cold, so lonely. The chair where Dad usually sat stood alone in the kitchen as I made my way in. My mum looked hard at me, her face scarred with tiredness and stress. Mum assured me Dad would be fine, and continued with her daily schedule. My brother put his head in his arms and sat at the table, a soft weeping could be heard through the deadly silence of the room. I got my coat and headed out into the fearless winter weather.
The winds battered against me, as I struggled along the path. I could barely handle the pain as the icy fingers of the howling gusts tore through my skin and ripped pieces from my inside. I tried my best to comfort my girlfriend at the lights, but she kept walking as tears streamed down her face like flowing rivers. Her cold hands struck my face several times as she yelled at me to leave her along. I stood in the fearless, and watched her slip so painfully from my grasp. The boys walked along the other side of the roads, their heads staring at the floor and not one of them speaking a word. I decided not to call them.
An empty pot lay by Mrs. Harris’ window, signifying to me the happy times were forgotten in the mist of the mind. I walked up to the school gates along. The grounds lay empty, only a few people enduring the cold winter winds. I was shattered by the hoards of pairs of eyes that set upon me as I entered the class, and, with head hung low, I made my way to the desk. The teacher handed me a piece of paper, and I put my head in my hands when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And here I sit, under a dark, lifeless sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The early morning rays shone through the blinds as I awakened slowly, gearing up for the new day like a hound ready for the chase at the races. Dad’s aging smile greeted me as I entered the kitchen, and the vast heavens looked down on me, seeming to smile, as clear as Caribbean waters. Mum looked at me with a warming expression, as my brother woke up the neighbourhood with his blistering noise. I got my coat and headed out in the soothing summer’s breeze.
The gentle winds encircled me as I trotted along the path, seeming to protect me from any signs of danger. My girlfriend’s gleaming eyes blinded me as we met up under the Oak tree, and we sat there for several minutes, laughing and holding each other under the morning sunshine. I shouted to the boys further along the path, and we laughed about Saturday’s match and the day ahead. I held her hand in mine, holding her delicate structure with care as the school gates beckoned closer.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window smiled at me, warming my soul with their eternal beauty. The birds sang their morning hymns so gracefully as we walked along the street, and I gave a huge sigh as we strolled to the gates, hand-in-hand. A couple of the boys came and greeted us, and we all laughed and joked together under the watchful eyes of the royal blue sky. I sat at my desk in the classroom, as the hypnotic wafting heat swirled me into a trance, a trance of splendour and enjoyment. I picked up the crumpled up piece of paper the teacher handed me, and clenched my fists in joy when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And there I sat, under a gentle blue sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The early morning gusts startled me as I slowly got out of bed, a nervous feeling piercing through my soul. Dad gave me a quick smile and turned his eyes back to the newspaper as I entered the kitchen, and the pale skies seemed to glare down upon me, expressionless, but wallowing in fear. Mum glanced at me, an uncertain expression melted upon her face, and my brother was surprisingly quiet as he came down the stairs. I got my coat and headed out into the cold autumn winds.
The gusts blazed around me like a furnace, unsure of what to do, and just wafting along under a scarred heaven. My girlfriend’s misty eyes seemed to stare straight through me as I met her by the wall, and we walked along the road, saying very little to each other. I called to the boys, but only got a few mumbles back. I’d best forget what the weekend had brought us. I felt uncomfortable around my girlfriend, and we walked toward the gates with a feeling of uncertainty swirling between us, slowly tearing us apart.
The bluebells in Mrs. Harris’ window hung slightly, their once blazing blue coats now drowning in the pale, emotionless atmosphere. A few bird cries echoed through the morning breeze, as we walked into the school grounds. The boys were standing around the grounds, and I looked at each one, who in return gave me a quick smile and then stared back at the ground. They all stood apart from each other, as if a disease had inhabited one of them. I walked into the classroom along and sat at my desk. The chilly winds of autumn gave the classroom an artic touch, and I sighed to myself as I looked at the red letter at the bottom of the piece of paper the teacher handed back to me.
But there I sat, under a hard, pale sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…
The howling winds of the mid-winter offerings clattered against my window, as I sat in bed, so tired, so cold, so lonely. The chair where Dad usually sat stood alone in the kitchen as I made my way in. My mum looked hard at me, her face scarred with tiredness and stress. Mum assured me Dad would be fine, and continued with her daily schedule. My brother put his head in his arms and sat at the table, a soft weeping could be heard through the deadly silence of the room. I got my coat and headed out into the fearless winter weather.
The winds battered against me, as I struggled along the path. I could barely handle the pain as the icy fingers of the howling gusts tore through my skin and ripped pieces from my inside. I tried my best to comfort my girlfriend at the lights, but she kept walking as tears streamed down her face like flowing rivers. Her cold hands struck my face several times as she yelled at me to leave her along. I stood in the fearless, and watched her slip so painfully from my grasp. The boys walked along the other side of the roads, their heads staring at the floor and not one of them speaking a word. I decided not to call them.
An empty pot lay by Mrs. Harris’ window, signifying to me the happy times were forgotten in the mist of the mind. I walked up to the school gates along. The grounds lay empty, only a few people enduring the cold winter winds. I was shattered by the hoards of pairs of eyes that set upon me as I entered the class, and, with head hung low, I made my way to the desk. The teacher handed me a piece of paper, and I put my head in my hands when I saw the red letter at the bottom of the page.
And here I sit, under a dark, lifeless sky, stringing paperclips together and watching the day sail ever-so slowly by…