A girl named Jessa slips her hand through a coffee mug, with Monet on the outside and chai on the inside. A boy named Eli reads out a Psalm from his grandfather's cocoa leather Bible, pages taped into a cracking spine. This is Wednesday afternoon. She's a photographer; he works in the bookstore they're at a table in front of. She's from Mississippi; he's from London. He misses his home, she feels it in his words. They met the day he overheard her quoting Mrs. Browning's sixth Sonnet. Against her nature, she trusted him. He makes her laugh; she makes him smile. He gets used to how she hums "The Scientist" without realizing it; she finds herself tipping her head at the way he says "love". Her messy bun bothers her less around him; he realizes he speaks to her like poetry, far too often. He's the only one allowed to see her drawings, but the way his eyes crinkle through the black rimmed glasses, she never can capture. She thanks God that He makes her Wednesdays like this; he understands the end of Proverbs more each time he sees her. She's forgotten hurt; the table where they sit is now London to him. She blinks twice and wonders why he hasn't asked her out; he brushes an eyelash off her face and thinks of how her first name will sound alongside his last.
This is my first piece on here, and I know it's far from perfect but I had such a nice time coming up with these two characters and writing down their small story. Many blessings to all of you!
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Finally you posted!
The way you wrote this is beautiful! I love the way you compared the two characters. I really, really, really hope this is just the beginning. You have a great story to tell. Great job!
Blessings to you too!
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson
You have a wonderful way of
You have a wonderful way of making your readers feel an empathy for your protagonists.
I would highly recommend that you continue with the characters you have formed and create a deeper plot. It has excellent potential to become an interesting story.
“D’ye know what Calvary was? What? What? What? It was damnation; and he took it lovingly.”
~John Duncan
Thank y'all all very much! I
Thank y'all all very much! I may work on making this something more... Maybe even attempt it for NaNoWriMo. I'm so happy to be here! :)
Wow--I absolutely love this.
Wow--I absolutely love this. I think the way it's formatted is perfect. Don't change anything! If you do continue this for NaNo, pleeeease post it on here, because I'll love reading it!
Welcome to AP!
-Homey :)
Welcome!!!
This is fantastic! I love romance between them and I really liked the line:
"She's forgotten hurt; the table where they sit is now London to him."
And I beamed at the last part!!!
You should totally think about this for NaNo... do you have the same username on NaNo as you do here? I'll try to buddy you :)
I really liked this! Please continue your work on here, I can't wait to read more!
WELCOME TO AP!!! :D :D :D!
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Write On!
I'd say you made a running
I'd say you made a running start on AP... :D
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Oh, this is very cute. It
Oh, this is very cute. It does need a little editing; and maybe some paragraph spaces would be good. Welcome to AP! It was only yesterday I clicked on your profile; and felt a little sad that you hadn't posted anything. When I saw today that you had posted today, I was like "Yippee! Another person to AP!" I really hope you'll enjoy your time here. :)
Maddi :D
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