I took a class on writing, and the instructor gave us these four words below to write a short story using them as part of the story. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave comments and if you would like to see me post more stories here.
Sarah pushed herself up on to her left knee and cried out. Her knee felt like she had pressed it into a hotbed of coals. She glanced down as she switched knees and saw bits of sand and rocks in the scrapes on her knee with blood running down her leg.
She looked around, closing her eyes momentarily as she prayed no one had seen her make a fool of herself as she fell flat on her face trying to run and jump the chain rope across the drive.
Sarah pushed herself to a standing position and realized there was a shooting pain in her elbow. She attempted to gently brush away the meteor shower of rocks, sand, and glass embedded in her skin. The pain was excruciating, and she decided to give up until she could get home.
Her cheek and forehead seemed to be on fire. She reached up to touch each area, and her fingers came back bloody. Her head was pounding. She felt as if someone were beating a bongo drum the size of Texas in her head.
She gathered her wounded pride and tattered dress and hobbled down the street to her home on Florida Street. She had run and jumped that chain rope almost every day she went to school. For the first time since she started, she had gotten her foot caught and tripped. At fifteen, it was time she stopped jumping that chain fence.
Well, that’s my story, and I hope you liked it. Later this morning at 7:01 a.m. is the my official time of my birth. I always celebrate the whole month of April as my special time.
Until the next time, keep the faith. lw