Here’s another story I started quite awhile ago – it’s an enigma to me and I’m not exactly sure where I was going with it. I didn’t get very far – only a short prologue and two sentences of Chapter One. This would get a failing grade in a creative writing class, but maybe typing it out here will get me thinking more deeply about it. Or I might shove it into the nearest abyss and say, “Good riddance!”
PROLOGUE
Why must I always be destined to see the Gravel before anyone else does? Some people say it is a gift, but I think it is more of a curse. The sky is so full of beautiful lankness; Gravel is dark and gritty and ruinous. When did I begin to notice it? When did the nightmares start?
My mother says that I could always see what others could not. But how does she know? My life is a question. He who formed me knows the answer, but I find that He usually does not make it easy for me to find.
I do know that mirrors and reflective surfaces have been like secret watchers. I don’t remember a time when that wasn’t so. In fact, I used to run past them to avoid their intruding stare. If I can see myself in that strange shininess, then someone else must be looking at me too.
Is it any wonder that I long to be normal?
My life is a question.
CHAPTER ONE
He called me early on. It seems that there was never a time when I did not hear His voice.
What on earth was I thinking when I made up the word “lankness?” So, be honest with me. Is there potential or is this a non-starter?
I’ll probably either tuck this one away for the future or cast it away as far as the east is from the west. Oh, and this will happen in the morning, as usual.
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