Phoenix in the water, pt. 2

I’m not quite done with this idea, so here comes a little more.

That really wasn’t a good idea. Wet footprints lead from the pond to her bedroom. Thank God she had saved up enough to get a single-room. Sharing the story of how she fell into the water would certainly not help on her mood. Damn fish-bird. With the already down she twisted out of the soaked rags and hurried into the bathroom. Cold water poured out, but it was still warmer than her blue lips. She’d have to get up earlier to catch up with the homework she was supposed to do tonight. That didn’t really matter. All that was in her head was the slight burning sensation of blood returning to her skin. Washing out some dirt that managed to get in her hair there was absolutely nothing on her mind. Just her and the water.

Doo-wee-doo! Ugh, god damn Doctor Who. Creatively cursing her choice of alarm tone she half slid, half rolled out of bed and managed to get across the room where she’d hidden her phone. “Frodo traveled to Mordor with The Ring, you can get out of bed!” Mission accomplished. Still pretty drowsy she put on some rags and turned on the excuse of a TV. No interesting news today. A suspected arsenal case in the neighbor town. The owner seemed to have found a fine mixture between shocked, devastated and furious. Selling religious artifacts sure seemed to piss someone off. The rest of the world seemed like the mess it was yesterday.

A vibration and a muffled sound came from somewhere between the couch’s cushions. Fishing up her phone she read the concise SMS. “This is an automatic notification. The following books are due within the next 24 hours. ‘John GreenLooking for Alaska‘ and ‘Markus ZusakThe Book Thief‘. Have a pleasant day.” The books war still lying next to her bed. She’d thought she could finish them both, but school continued to occupy her time. Not even considering all the time she spent fixing Josh’ problems. With only about a hundred pages left she figured she could finish the book before diving into her homework. Grabbing an apple from her desk and “Looking for Alaska” from the floor she made herself comfortable in the couch again.

The mentioning of the Smoke Hole reminded her of their own pond. That fish, or bird, or whatever was truly fascinating. It couldn’t be real though? She’d never seen anything like it, but admittedly creatures in the water wasn’t her speciality. Maybe she could draw it down. At least it would make a great picture. No, she had to focus. Book, then homework, then Josh. I could never live by a scheduleshe thought with a little chuckle, and turned the page.

I have to end it here. I’ve actually come up with a great idea for this little story of mine, but I’m going to be strict with myself. Only one hour of writing a day, no more, no less. Hope you’ll enjoy my attempt at writing!

P.S.
I made a couple of links so you can check up those books. They are incredibly beautiful and definitely worth reading.

 

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The Moment

There are many things in life that are more valuable than a stock of money. The tiny details noticed by the open mind, the senseless conversations shared between equal souls, the pause in a song, the irrelevant things that can be the whole island to Miranda’s world. Seconds spent in a book store, crowded by travelling people, working, thinking, hurrying, and amongst them there is you. Deep inside a novel recently discovered. Calm music surrounds you from nowhere, everywhere. Swirling around in a constant orbit, soothingly embedded in the story told between the words. Curled together in a little corner you sit, books covering the little body on the floor. High in the ceiling, long against the walls, rising on the tables, the floors are filled with books unread, ready to tell their story. “Feed on me, I’ve got a nice little tale to share”, they shout in a lulling voice, beaming alongside your thoughts. There is too much to read, too much to discover. Book after book fall upon you, trapping you in a circle of knowledge. Time leaves, and there is nothing that can hinder you. Curled together in a little corner you sit, books covering the little body on the floor. The books speak, and you are listening.


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