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Under The Shadow Of The Maple Tree.
By anna_svit-kona
04 August 2006
I was not sure what to name the story. I thought of perhaps, A New Day, or, A New Dawn. I came up with this in the end. Tell me if you have better suggestions.
 
A disciptive short work of mine. Enjoy.

She opened her eyes.

She blinked. Light caught off of her long, blond eyelashes. She stared up at them then let her gaze fall across the room to the beams of light. They lay like silk across the floor.

She moved slightly so she could better see out the window across the room from her bed. It was still very much grey in the land below. Her room was dark.

She blinked again. There was not a noise to be heard. She yawned and continued staring out the window. It was still early. The sun had not yet reached its blinding brightness. She reminded herself not to stare at the deep citrus pink light.

It was bound to be a good day. She just felt it.... After all the things that had gone wrong in the past few weeks. Today would turn out alright.

Fiercely a loud beep interrupted her sleepy thoughts with a juvenile moment of panic. She quickly pressed the sleep button on her alarm clock then switched it off. She felt silly.

Then she sat up. Quietly she slid down from her bed.

Softly her footsteps fell as she made her way across the floor. They made a ffoof fffoof ffffoof as her feet sunk into the thick carpet. Then she stopped. She gently nudged the door open. crruurssss. And she slipped out of the doorway. Then she carefully pushed the door shut...ffffa...fa.

A soft rumble rolled from the couch, the purring of the black kitten. It was somewhat like the rr in Spanish, rolling out of the feline. The kitten dismounted from his perch and padded up to her. His knowing blue eyes peered up, searching, interrogating. Then he went on past her slipping into the shadows of the early morning house.

She sighed softly and made her way to the front door. It was quiet and serene out. The sun was gaining its brilliance none to slowly.

Ahhhhhh, the beautiful, quiet mornings, they did not barge their way into the world. They crept along slowly and steadily. She loved the morning's atmosphere. How it gradually expanded its way throughout her homeland. It was just a small little light at first, weak and easily put out. Then it grew stronger, dazzling, gleaming, sparkling, till its span stretched from sky to sky. But it did not just happen in a second. It took time. Time to fully expand, to swell and finally it would burst forth, brilliant sunshine.

How true that is to life. It takes time and patience. It's no small miracle that it can happen in the first place. And then if we work at it, slowly it grows and grows. Then expands....till it's so immense, it can change the whole world.

She blinked again. The grass was golden with the light of the sun. She let out a long, tired sigh. There was so much to do. So many people depended on her. The weight was so hard to carry alone sometimes. But she had Him. She had Him if she could accept it.

She opened the front door. The grass was covered in dew. It looked like golden blades with crystals to crown them. But the majority of her yard was shadowed by the towering maple tree. She carried herself through the shade then stopped at the border. The border of darkness and brilliance. Shadow and light. Was she going to change her life forever? Could she accept Him? For a second she shuddered, unsure of herself. Like the sun before it reached over the horizon.

Then she smiled and knew she could do it. She stepped into the sunlight. Her golden hair lit up, ablaze with the light of the sun. She took a deep breath of air and exhaled. Yes she felt the change already in her life. Today was a new day.


Reviews
it's nice...
Written by rilLie (327 comments posted) 4th August 2006
i loved it very much.. so spiritual and from the heart.. i like it..
well.
Written by austheke (35 comments posted) 25th April 2007
descriptive, yes. 
 
story, no. 
 
this would work pretty well if you put it in as part of a longer work. 
 
"Softly her footsteps fell as she made her way across the floor. They made a ffoof fffoof ffffoof as her feet sunk into the thick carpet. Then she stopped. She gently nudged the door open. crruurssss. And she slipped out of the doorway. Then she carefully pushed the door shut...ffffa...fa. 
 
A soft rumble rolled from the couch, the purring of the black kitten. It was somewhat like the rr in Spanish, rolling out of the feline. The kitten dismounted from his perch and padded up to her. His knowing blue eyes peered up, searching, interrogating. Then he went on past her slipping into the shadows of the early morning house. "  
 
these two paragraphs annoy me, if only because there's too much... well, you wouldn't call it onomonotopeia. describing sounds are good (it helps with the atmosphere) but too much makes it sounds amateurish. other than that, it's not bad.

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