Deana Barnhart's Gearin' Up To Get An Agent Blogfest continues with week two. Today we are each adding layers to an ongoing story. I'm supposed to: Give us some conflicting emotions the MC is dealing with.
My words are: planet, guitar, flower
My words are: planet, guitar, flower
Here is the input of the blogger before me: Juliana Brandt
And this is my addition to the story of Dio:
"Hey, there," Sandy said, as she wrapped her arm around me, "cheer up, it'll be okay."
I nodded, reluctantly--wishing right then and there I could turn back time. If only I could fly around the planet...
If only I could bring my parents back.
I remember the first day my dad taught me how to play the guitar. He sat me on his lap, wrapped his arms around me and said, ever so softly, "My baby girl's gonna be a star."
Yes. He always believed in me.
Never doubted.
Never fizzled.
Never once thought dreams were impossible.
Just like my mom...
"Have you ever wondered why a flower is sometimes closed?"
"No, mom," I had said. "Why?"
She bent before the rose and beckoned me closer.
"Smile."
"You want me to smile?"
"Yes, go on."
I did just that, and at once the petals began to unfold, revealing the sweet, delicate center.
"Wow! That's awesome, mom!"
"Flowers bloom in sunlight, they need it for many things," she had said. "Few of us have that light that transcends all understanding. You are one of them."
"Me?" I had said in disbelief.
"Yes, Dio, never forget that."
Now, as I sit here, about to embark on a new journey, I can't help but miss them so. Yet, even though they're gone...I know they're never forgotten.
"This is gonna be fun, Dio," Sandy said. "Cute boys, fashion shows, cute boys, clothes, cute boys--oh it's gonna be fun!"
I gazed at my lap and said, quite plain, "Yeah, it's gonna be fun..."
My heart aches, but an excitement bubbles in my tummy.
"Hey, there," Sandy said, as she wrapped her arm around me, "cheer up, it'll be okay."
I nodded, reluctantly--wishing right then and there I could turn back time. If only I could fly around the planet...
If only I could bring my parents back.
I remember the first day my dad taught me how to play the guitar. He sat me on his lap, wrapped his arms around me and said, ever so softly, "My baby girl's gonna be a star."
Yes. He always believed in me.
Never doubted.
Never fizzled.
Never once thought dreams were impossible.
Just like my mom...
"Have you ever wondered why a flower is sometimes closed?"
"No, mom," I had said. "Why?"
She bent before the rose and beckoned me closer.
"Smile."
"You want me to smile?"
"Yes, go on."
I did just that, and at once the petals began to unfold, revealing the sweet, delicate center.
"Wow! That's awesome, mom!"
"Flowers bloom in sunlight, they need it for many things," she had said. "Few of us have that light that transcends all understanding. You are one of them."
"Me?" I had said in disbelief.
"Yes, Dio, never forget that."
Now, as I sit here, about to embark on a new journey, I can't help but miss them so. Yet, even though they're gone...I know they're never forgotten.
"This is gonna be fun, Dio," Sandy said. "Cute boys, fashion shows, cute boys, clothes, cute boys--oh it's gonna be fun!"
I gazed at my lap and said, quite plain, "Yeah, it's gonna be fun..."
My heart aches, but an excitement bubbles in my tummy.
Hop on over to Callie Kingston and find out what happens next! ^_^
15 comments:
T.D., you nailed the conflicting emotion! Great job:)
Meh, I could've done better. I lost track of time and rushed it. :(
But the rest of you had some awesome additions. I was B.L.O.W.N AWAY! :D
That was touching. I instantly liked her parents. Great job :)
I love how you weaved some characterization of her parents in this so we get a greater sense of her sadness. Wonderful!
What a great sample piece to put up here T.D. You're such a good writer :)
WOW, thanks for the kind words. I guess I did do a good job after all? I was fretting all morning about what I'm going to write; I finally wrote it and didn't like it. But I guess it has some merit.
Thanks a lot! ^_^
Oh, such beautiful memories. I loved the combination of internal conflict and external enthusiasm, too ^_^
Way to add on with some tear-jerker moments with her parents! Geeze.
Loved her memories, and the way you wove in another magical element with the rose. You have an awesome blog, too!
Loralie - Thanks so much. Dare i say (and this is off-topic), but you're very pretty. ^_^
Juliana - I wanted to evoke sadness, and, by the looks of it, I succeeded.
Love your blog btw. It's awesome!
Christina - Thanks so much for the compliment. However, I must confess that my blog is nowhere near as handsome as yours. You seriously need to give me some tips!
So, so, so good to meet you!
That was lovely about the flower, great job. This is an epic already :)
You made the parents real so well done. The conflicting emotions became real because of that.
i love the story from her childhood and the flower. Nice touch.
I was with you right until the end, where you have Sandy telling Dio -- moments after her parents died -- that she was going to love her europe trip becuase of all the cute boys.
Love her warring emotions here and great way to slip in some backstory about her parents.
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