Here's a piece of writing I found from way back in 2007! When I first wrote it, I only had the two scenes in mind, which ended up being two chapters ... and then my inspiration blanked out.
So not surprisingly, that's the state I found it in on my computer a few days ago. After all these years, I'm still clueless as to how to continue the story, I think it'd probably remain forever in my "uncompleted" pile. (wipes a tear from my eye) Nah, I know I should sort of be emotional about ditching my pieces of writing only after two chapters but I'm not really. Well, if this were to happen to any of my current WIPs - which it won't because inspiration for those is still happily flaring away despite the years that have passed with me lazing around lol - that might be a different matter.
Oh, and I must explain myself, the reason why I didn't update on Sunday was because I was out the whole day, and I can't figure out how the stupid Blogger automated posting works, grr. The fireworks I watched yesterday were so pretty though! It may very well have inspired a scene in one of my writings ohohoho, don't you just love it when that happens? Well I do so there! :)
Anyway, without further ado, here's the first scene from said uncompleted work. I'd post the second scene next week, feedback as always is welcomed!
Prologue
A soft evening breeze made its entrance into the garden, teasingly tugging on the curls framing the face of the lone girl who sat, her glistening eyes overlooking the blossoms. Delicate flowers adorning the crowns of the tall and proud trees in the breathtaking garden danced gently to the lilting rhythm of the wind. The crisp autumn leaves, strewn all over the garden, crunched under her feet as she absently wiggled her toes in them.
The wind came again; whispering its age old secrets into her ears, which were tinged pink from the slight cold.
But it wasn’t the wind; nor its interesting secrets; that commanded the girl’s attention.
It was the deep, still silence; the quietness that often preceded momentous decisions in one’s lifetime.
The girl clasped the gold locket tightly to her chest, breathing heavily and trying desperately to ease the pounding of her heart.
It was to no avail.
She stood up with an effort and trudged towards the gushing fountain, her fingers still absently stroking the rather tarnished surface of her little trinket.
The cloak of silence that draped the garden was slightly lifted by the rushing water of the Victorian-style fountain. The hairpin cracks and chips in the gray slabs of stone caught her eye yet did nothing to mar the fountain’s image of unparalleled beauty in her mind. As she drew nearer, she could feel the aching beat of her heart ebbing away. The aura of ancientness exuded by the old fountain somehow managed to instill in her a sense of comfort and security.
Perhaps that was the reason why she had come to this enchanting garden in the first place.
For the umpteenth time in her life, she stared deep into the eyes of her reflection; mirrored in the waters of the fountain.
As a child, she had always visited the fountain whenever she felt troubled. Things had pretty much remained the same even as she entered adulthood. The sense of warmth that the fountain, and only the fountain alone, could evoke in her had never faded. It had, on the other hand, probably grown stronger with the passage of time.
The girl that stared back up at her from the cool waters possessed the same penetrating, liquid brown eyes as her. As she shifted slightly to rest her arm on the fountain, the last rays of light managed to catch her pupils, turning that same liquid brown into circlets of dusky gold. She had inherited this unique trait from her mother. And those very eyes, coupled with her other aristocratic and delicate features, constituted a face that was often described as hauntingly beautiful.
The gold locket felt cold in her warm hands.
Sighing to herself, she slipped the locket out of her hand and onto the crumbling slabs of the fountain. The surface of the locket had dulled with time, just like all the feelings and memories that it bore.
She let out a shaky breath then pushed the locket into the waters gently and walked away, her head cast down.
The current caressed and carried the locket almost lovingly. The beautiful locket danced seductively on the surface of the rushing waters for a moment; as if it refused to be bogged down by the waters for fear of being lost to oblivion.
But special as it might be, the locket would never, could never defy great Mother Nature. And so it sank, floating ever so slowly towards the bottom of the ageless fountain despite its considerable weight. As the locket spiraled towards an undetermined fate, the delicate inscription carved into it glinted, deliberately catching the very last ray of light:
Two separate hearts
Melded into one
To span the widest oceans
And the rest of eternity
And then the ride was over. The locket now lay mournfully on the fountain floor, waiting patiently for the day it would be reclaimed.
The trouble was it probably never would.
I thought of posting both scenes up but I thought anticipation - if there is even anyone reading the blog lol - is always worth it, no? But mostly, the second scene is 6 pages of 10point font long, hence my decision of staggering it :)
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