Wordsmithing: SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY - STARRING THE BUTTERFLIES

Sunday, 19 June 2011

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY - STARRING THE BUTTERFLIES

Sunday is my favourite day of the week.

This Sunday is Fathers' Day so I've been doing the family things.

Then I made time to read a play a friend has written: Antigone - based on the play by Sophocles. The play is written in verse. Now I have a 2452 year-old headache ;)

My Six Sentence Sunday is from STARRING.

In the calm before..., Lucas' quiet moment at the woodland edge is interrupted by the arrival of the Butterflies... the two girls who sit nearest him in class:

“Sorry, Cate drags me here whenever Dirk Hawkesmore is playing John Bowden."

On the distant tennis court, two older boys were thumping an innocent ball around and grunting like the game was warfare.

“Who is she watching?”

"Either. She can’t decide which is all-that-'n'-more.”

Cate rested her head on one hand holding up her wide smile.

The pace is - finally - picking up. There are always lots of people about and I work best without interruptions.

CAN YOU CONCENTRATE WHEN THERE ARE LOTS OF PEOPLE AROUND?

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lexcade19 June 2011 at 20:28
Haha! I think I had Cate's affliction in high school (and she's definitely appropriately named!).

I do better when it's just me. If I can have music in the background, even better. :D
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Unknown20 June 2011 at 16:42
Hi Cate
:D
Cate seems placid... but under the surface she is all fast-running passions ;)
I'm with you. Having lots of people around has me on edge. Even when they don't interrupt my train of thought they already have.
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Sunday, 19 June 2011

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY - STARRING THE BUTTERFLIES

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