I wanted to show how a story evolves as I write it. I've taken a story I recently wrote, and saved it in different incarnations. I think it's interesting because the reader can see how the story was puked out, then fleshed out as the story arch changed along the way. This first draft is the rough draft as I wrote it, without taking time to revise or reread. Next I will post a revised version of the story after the first reading and set of revisions. Later, hopefully after hearing some comments, I hope to post a finished draft to see the final version of the story. Please comment as you see fit. Thanks.
The smell of wildberry muffins wafted through the old brownstone, slipping in and sneaking about the second floor bedrooms in search of the birthday girl they were made for. Kelsie loved wildberry muffins more than anything else in the world, including birthday cake. So each year wildberry muffins were made in honor of the occasion, each holding aloft a single pink candle, which happened to be Kelsie’s favorite color. The scent sifted and seeped throughout all the cracks, crevices, and crawlspaces until they found a nose, but that nose was not Kelsie’s.
Kelly woke with a sigh, wishing away the yellow light screaming in through the glass panes. Kelly always closed the blinds at night, but Mother would sneak in and reopen them out of spite. That’s how mother operated. Unchallenged. Unrelenting. Kelly sighed again, then got up and headed to the closet, bypassing the white, lacey summer dress with pink trim along the sleeves and hem. After slapping on some denim shorts and a plain, yellow top, Kelly once again passed the awful dress, stopping just long enough to make a face. Today wouldn’t be a good day. But then again, most others weren’t either, so best to get it over with.( Read More NowCollapse )