Inspiration

Everyday I will try my best to post a piece of writing and art work I have done, I need more practice!!

Today's writing is an older one :

Character – Young Child

Small soft hair along the arm of young Rin stands up as her dreams are interrupted by the sounds of people screaming and alien abductions. The scent of old plastic lingers throughout the dark cold air, lit up by the moon beams through spider web windows. Once a beach floater used by smiling families riding crystal blue waves, now resides in this tiny apartment home lost somewhere in the out skits of the city, deflating under the weight of this girl. She soon falls back asleep, rolling off of her floater with her jacket tightly enveloped around her and her mind dreaming of tomorrow. The morning breaks the heavy clouds and her small crusted eyes open slightly. She presses her palms against the dirt stained hard wood floor, pushing herself up and then proceeding to roll up her floater for the following night. Suddenly her legs wobble, trembling in the raw power of the train rushing by her house, trying her best to keep her balance. She makes it to the kitchen, about the size of a small closet, looking for a note left by her parents. Like ancient tribes foraging berries in branches and leaves, she digs through piles of old school papers. Picking up each piece with a smile then setting it neatly to the side of the table. Each paper with little notes jogged in messy hand writing along the top, followed by a very clear and large “A”. “Aha! Mom did leave me a note, I hope she left breakfast money” She says. Her eyes glance quickly across this small ripped piece of napkin, reading it out loud to herself. “Sorry Hunnie, I had to stay at work for a longer shift and was not able to leave you any breakfast money for the morning – 9-16-02”. Today was the 17^th, and her mother still was not home yet from the factory she worked in. The small napkin folds and crushes in the palm of her tiny hands, absorbing the sweat from her tiny nervous palms. The door bell echo’s through the nearly empty house and another voice is heard yelling from the front door. “Rin! Rin! It’s time to go to school, come on! You promised that you would walk with me.” Rin quickly runs into her parents’ room and slams the door behind her. “I will be right out!” her voice muffled through the door. Behind this closed door is where she will hide what truly is herself. Packed neatly underneath an upside down plastic moving crate lies her school uniform, pressed and clean. She slides her uniform on, picking off the small pieces of dust and lint from her wool sweater. Finally her hand sets on top of the dented door knob, aged with the abuse of time. Taking a deep breath and putting on her mask for the day. A mask that smiles at the cruelty of the world, which lies and hides what, is truly inside. Something no one but her needs to know.