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Free Writing Excersise #1: An Untitled Short Story.
I needed some inspiration so I decided to have a try at free writing, I've never tried it before because I didn't think it would work for me. Then I thought that listening to some of my favourite music while I write may help. As this was my first attempt at free writing I didn't expect anything to come out of it, but the music really helped to inspire me! So after a little time the following is what came through, let me know what you think:
(I was listening to 'Everlong' by The Foo Fighters while I was writing this, so please press play before you begin reading, I think it really adds to the story.)
Untitled: A short story
Running and running as fast as he could through the tall grass, his lungs burned and his ears pounded. She grasped his hand tighter as she pulled him along, "Come on! Hurry!" She called to him looking back at him and laughing. Her dark waves billowed out behind her as she ran, and for a moment he found himself lost in her beauty. He tripped, his legs buckled underneath him and he fell to the ground, pulling her with him as he did so.
They fell onto the soft earth and all at once erupted in exuberant laughter, she rolled over onto his chest and kissed him passionately. They lay amongst the reeds hidden from the world, and together they lost themselves in each other for hours.
He had never felt more alive than he did when he was with her, she was a force of nature, strong and unyielding like a tornado, but as beautiful and warm as a summers day.
As dusk began to fall clouds began to form in the sky and he felt a droplet of rain fall onto his cheek.
"I think it's starting to rain, we better go..." He mused, holding out a hand to catch the falling rain.
"Why?" She replied, smiling broadly.
"Because we'll get wet?" He offered.
"So what if we do?" She laughed as she stood and began to run again.
He stood quickly and ran after her towards the nearby river at the end of the field, by the time he reached her it was raining heavily. She was stood on the embankment of the river, arms outstretched, lifting her face towards the sky letting the rain fall down onto her fair skin. When she saw him she smiled and pulled him onto the rocky shore with her.
She was soaking wet, her hair clung to her face and her clothes dripped with rain water.
He watched her, twirling, her head thrown back into the path of the pouring rain.
"Your soaked," he laughed "you'll catch a cold!"
She shrugged, turned and ran towards the river. The view of the sun setting over the horizon was beautiful, and he watched her for a moment, stood still enjoying the magnificent view.
All at once she began to unbutton her white cotton blouse, she pulled it off and threw it to the ground.
"What are you doing?" He shouted, shocked.
She turned towards him as she pulled off her jeans, "I'm already wet!" She grinned, "I may as well go swimming!"
"You can't!" He yelled in disbelief.
She laughed joyously, "why not?" She called back, and she turned away again. Slipping out of her underwear she ran into the water, once the water had reached her shoulders she turned to face him once more.
"Aren't you coming in?" She called to the shore.
He looked at her bathed in the gold light of the setting sun shimmering off the water, and he knew he wanted to follow her. Not just tonight, but for the rest of his life, he ran to the waters edge, threw off his clothes and swam to her...
A Story by Literature Fairy (c)