Interlude

[Eevee]

I wrote this in Spring of 2008, I believe.

And I decided...why not post it? I have another short story I wrote around that time that I may put up. It has a mood to it that is much opposite of this one, though.

When I wrote this, spring has just begun so I was really excited about that. And, also, I was really into Jane Austen at the time and was reading Pride & Prejudice.

The song I wrote this to was from the 2005 Pride & Prejudice movie.

And its call Dawn.

(And, yes, I know its not very goth )

Interlude.

Basking in the sun is one of my favorite hobbies.

There is this perfect hill just a block away. With a paint-chipped picnic table set just in the center at the apex. I often find myself at that park, walking through the rows of trees surrounding the playground and climbing the hill up to the bench.

Sometimes to work on homework, sometimes to read and sometimes just to think.

I consider it my place.

And my place is the best place to practice my favorite hobby.

Today was handsome and sunny, though not too warm. Thank goodness.

I left in the morning.

So early, in fact, that dew clung to my bare feet as I trotted up the grassy protuberance.

I set my sketchbook and pen on the table top and slid onto the bench. Flipping to a blank page, I paused. The early morning sun was gleaming off the blank white sheets, nearly blinding me and causing my eyes to water.

I tore my eyes from the brightness and rubbed away the tears with the palms of my hands.

I opened my eyes. To look out at the mass of overgrown grass that swept across the bottom of the hill. A smile grew across my lips and I leaned forward onto the bench.

I wish I could just get sucked right into nature...

A butterfly swept across the picnic table and over my head. I leaned back, following its stuttering flight.

With my hands clutching the edge of the picnic table, I leaned farther backwards. The flitter flutter of the butterflies wings transfixed my gaze.

Even upside down it was beautiful.

Finally...it disappeared over the hill.

I could feel the blood rushing to my head. It couldn't have been healthy.

But the view was so beautiful!

I leaned back farther and farther, eventually letting my hands free from the table and hooking my legs onto the bench. If any normal person attempted to bend as far back as I had...they would surely have broken their back!

My neck bent. I could see right under the bench.

The grass dripping with dew and the random spatters of clovers that looked as though God himself took a paintbrush and spattered the magnificent hill with shamrocks.

I smiled widely. And pushed myself just further.

I felt my body weight shift. For a moment my body seemed as though it was floating. As though angels came down to tie light-as-feathers strings to my limbs to balance me into the air.

But then...my head collided with the dirt floor with a sickening thud.

I winced and rolled off the bench.

Rubbing my head and the new protuberance that, I'm sure, represented my lovely hill very well.

Even beauty has its downfalls.

[Destroit]

Yay for appropriate writing skills . I'm a writer myself, as I may have already told you or you may have picked up on, and I'm hyper-critical of the lack of writing skills from most other writers. Your shit is pretty solid though. Actual, you know, description instead of stuff like "I felt like _______". Grammatically there is not really anything overtly wrong with it either.

[Eevee]

Thanks, haha!

I'm a bit of a grammar Nazi at times sooo...yeah. I tend to pick that shit apart.

[Destroit]

Rofl. I could not help myself.

(For those who can't read the yellow)

Rofl. I could not help myself.

Edited April 6, 2010 by Chernobyl

[Eevee]

Awesome