A fresh start...sorta? I'm trying -_-
Okay, so all past short stories are scrapped. I'm going to start fresh and I'm going to start writing for this month, damn it. I have not had any motivation to write at all. The only reason I could get this going was because I forced the idea out. It sounded good in theory and I think it had to be written, but I'll be damned if I know what to do for that Twirling theme. Sometimes I really hate the themes from that group....
I imagine this is a weak story...but any suggestions for it will be used. I want to get back into writing (and set a good example for the two of you ^_-)
Title: Makoto's First Step
Author: Seniumboy
Theme: Bridge
Genre: YA
Rating PG
Words: 972
When she came to the bridge, Makoto looked both ways, behind her, and waited. Her heart was beating faster, her palms were getting sweaty, stomach tightened up, and ears raised up like a cat to the slightest hint of a footstep. She squeezed her book bag tightly, turning her knuckles a pale shade of white that almost matched the lack of color on her face. She quickly put her free left hand in the pocket of her skirt and felt the thousand yen bills still in place. It was all she had left for the whole month, but it would be worth payment for safe passage.
Kino Makoto was scared, so scared that she didn’t even step onto the bridge. She knew the rules.
“Yo, orphan!” a rough voice called out. Makoto practically jumped out of her shoes at the sound of the man’s voice. She looked down to make sure her feet weren’t touching the bridge yet. The rough, unshaved face of a man she only knew as Sanjo came staggering from the other end of the bridge, hands thrust into his dirty, brown, thread-bare jacket. Makoto was sure he was a homeless man that sometimes lived under the very bridge she had to cross.
“You better have my money if you plan on getting to school today.” Sanjo shouted, making Makoto flinch. At four-foot-eleven, the young girl felt smaller than a child compared to the scary looking man. She quickly pulled out the wad of bills and held them out to Sanjo as he crossed the bridge. Makoto’s fear was so great that her eyes were shut tight. She wanted this moment to hurry and be over, to go on to school and have lunch with her friends and pretend everything was okay and normal.
“Good girl. I’ll let you pass today, but tomorrow you better have more, otherwise I’ll get nasty on you.” Makoto heard Sanjo say. Though her eyes were shut tight she could smell that he was close. The stench of body odor, booze, and urine were hard to miss. Makoto only hoped that the stench wasn’t going to cling to her school uniform. But being told that she had to have more tomorrow gave her something new to worry about. She wanted to protest, to cry and run back to her parents, but that of course was useless. Her parents were gone and never coming back. She had no one left to protect her. Certainly not the other family members that only wanted the money left to her. Not her friends who had their own issues.
Makoto opened her eyes a little, wondering why the money she had in her hand hadn’t been taken yet.
Her view of Sanjo was blocked by a young man, taller than her, blond, wearing a school uniform she had never seen before, and standing in a fighting stance.
“So you’re the famous troll under this bridge?” the young boy asked.
“Who the fu-“
Sanjo was cut off mid-speech when a roundhouse kick connected with the right side of his face. The homeless bully was spun off his feet by the smaller boy. From her distance Makoto could see that the boy was slimmer than her, yet he seemed to have more strength then what should have been possible for his smaller body.
“I got complaints from two other girls in my school about you. Guys like you are the worst, so I’m not going to hold back.”
Makoto didn’t hear the rest of what the boy said. The world around her disappeared as she silently watched the boy in front of her attacking the man the fearlessly. The wind stopped blowing, trees became silent, only the sound of fists and feet colliding with body parts could be heard. Makoto was too afraid to look away, but this was a different fear then what she was use to feeling. This wasn’t the scared motionless, run to parents she wished were still alive kind of fear, this was something new that made her scared in the same way people she deemed normal would be scared to see a car accident or a group of police arresting people off the street.
The boy was amazing. Makoto never got to see his face, always looking at his back as he moved with grace and practiced movements. He was like an action star in a movie; he made every kick and punch look easy and cool. He made Makoto want to join in. A unfamiliar itch was growing inside her to throw punches and kicks, but fear that comes with all things new kept her rooted in place, still not stepping on the bridge.
Before she knew it, the boy had stopped. Sanjo was limping away, cursing and holding one of his arms. Makoto realized she still had her money in her hand.
“Are you okay?” the boy asked, turning finally so that Makoto could finally see the person that saved her.
He looked like any other boy in Makoto’s class. He was handsome, cute, but no marks or scars of past fighting. He didn’t even look like he had broken a sweat.
Makoto’s young heart felt like it was soaring with clouds.
“I’m…okay,” Makoto said softly. She felt her cheeks flush red. Say thank you! Same something cool! Get his number, name, anything! Ask him to train you! Tell him you want to learn how to fight!
“You don’t have to worry about that guy anymore. He won’t ever bother you or anyone else again, I promise.”
He’s so cool!!
“Watch yourself on your way to school, a pretty girl like you needs to take care of herself,” the boy said, giving Makoto confident smile that made her knees buckle. When he turned his back on her to leave, Makoto felt her chance for something important slipping away, something she couldn’t name. Before the boy could get any further, she took one brave step on the bridge and called out:
“I don’t know your name!”
The boy didn’t stop, already walking off the bridge as he held out his hand and waved to Makoto without facing her. She barely heard the name of her newest idol.
“Tenoh Haruka!”
I imagine this is a weak story...but any suggestions for it will be used. I want to get back into writing (and set a good example for the two of you ^_-)
Title: Makoto's First Step
Author: Seniumboy
Theme: Bridge
Genre: YA
Rating PG
Words: 972
When she came to the bridge, Makoto looked both ways, behind her, and waited. Her heart was beating faster, her palms were getting sweaty, stomach tightened up, and ears raised up like a cat to the slightest hint of a footstep. She squeezed her book bag tightly, turning her knuckles a pale shade of white that almost matched the lack of color on her face. She quickly put her free left hand in the pocket of her skirt and felt the thousand yen bills still in place. It was all she had left for the whole month, but it would be worth payment for safe passage.
Kino Makoto was scared, so scared that she didn’t even step onto the bridge. She knew the rules.
“Yo, orphan!” a rough voice called out. Makoto practically jumped out of her shoes at the sound of the man’s voice. She looked down to make sure her feet weren’t touching the bridge yet. The rough, unshaved face of a man she only knew as Sanjo came staggering from the other end of the bridge, hands thrust into his dirty, brown, thread-bare jacket. Makoto was sure he was a homeless man that sometimes lived under the very bridge she had to cross.
“You better have my money if you plan on getting to school today.” Sanjo shouted, making Makoto flinch. At four-foot-eleven, the young girl felt smaller than a child compared to the scary looking man. She quickly pulled out the wad of bills and held them out to Sanjo as he crossed the bridge. Makoto’s fear was so great that her eyes were shut tight. She wanted this moment to hurry and be over, to go on to school and have lunch with her friends and pretend everything was okay and normal.
“Good girl. I’ll let you pass today, but tomorrow you better have more, otherwise I’ll get nasty on you.” Makoto heard Sanjo say. Though her eyes were shut tight she could smell that he was close. The stench of body odor, booze, and urine were hard to miss. Makoto only hoped that the stench wasn’t going to cling to her school uniform. But being told that she had to have more tomorrow gave her something new to worry about. She wanted to protest, to cry and run back to her parents, but that of course was useless. Her parents were gone and never coming back. She had no one left to protect her. Certainly not the other family members that only wanted the money left to her. Not her friends who had their own issues.
Makoto opened her eyes a little, wondering why the money she had in her hand hadn’t been taken yet.
Her view of Sanjo was blocked by a young man, taller than her, blond, wearing a school uniform she had never seen before, and standing in a fighting stance.
“So you’re the famous troll under this bridge?” the young boy asked.
“Who the fu-“
Sanjo was cut off mid-speech when a roundhouse kick connected with the right side of his face. The homeless bully was spun off his feet by the smaller boy. From her distance Makoto could see that the boy was slimmer than her, yet he seemed to have more strength then what should have been possible for his smaller body.
“I got complaints from two other girls in my school about you. Guys like you are the worst, so I’m not going to hold back.”
Makoto didn’t hear the rest of what the boy said. The world around her disappeared as she silently watched the boy in front of her attacking the man the fearlessly. The wind stopped blowing, trees became silent, only the sound of fists and feet colliding with body parts could be heard. Makoto was too afraid to look away, but this was a different fear then what she was use to feeling. This wasn’t the scared motionless, run to parents she wished were still alive kind of fear, this was something new that made her scared in the same way people she deemed normal would be scared to see a car accident or a group of police arresting people off the street.
The boy was amazing. Makoto never got to see his face, always looking at his back as he moved with grace and practiced movements. He was like an action star in a movie; he made every kick and punch look easy and cool. He made Makoto want to join in. A unfamiliar itch was growing inside her to throw punches and kicks, but fear that comes with all things new kept her rooted in place, still not stepping on the bridge.
Before she knew it, the boy had stopped. Sanjo was limping away, cursing and holding one of his arms. Makoto realized she still had her money in her hand.
“Are you okay?” the boy asked, turning finally so that Makoto could finally see the person that saved her.
He looked like any other boy in Makoto’s class. He was handsome, cute, but no marks or scars of past fighting. He didn’t even look like he had broken a sweat.
Makoto’s young heart felt like it was soaring with clouds.
“I’m…okay,” Makoto said softly. She felt her cheeks flush red. Say thank you! Same something cool! Get his number, name, anything! Ask him to train you! Tell him you want to learn how to fight!
“You don’t have to worry about that guy anymore. He won’t ever bother you or anyone else again, I promise.”
He’s so cool!!
“Watch yourself on your way to school, a pretty girl like you needs to take care of herself,” the boy said, giving Makoto confident smile that made her knees buckle. When he turned his back on her to leave, Makoto felt her chance for something important slipping away, something she couldn’t name. Before the boy could get any further, she took one brave step on the bridge and called out:
“I don’t know your name!”
The boy didn’t stop, already walking off the bridge as he held out his hand and waved to Makoto without facing her. She barely heard the name of her newest idol.
“Tenoh Haruka!”