IWW 2014 - Story contest

[Torrie]

Do you like to write stories? Do you enjoy writing poems? How about limericks? This is where you can put your words to good use! Give us a sample of your writing involving the IWW theme - Inspiring change. The winner will announced the final day of the event and will win special Red recognition, cookies, and some other goodies.

 

Please keep your writing under 500 words.

Fiction or non-fiction - Both are welcome.

Keep it tasteful - Remember the PG13 rule!

 

 

Lets get writing!

[Moon Sedai]

A story out of the world of my novel: (Not actually in the book). I'm imagining the moment when my female lead told her father she was moving out of his home. Sometimes, changing yourself means you must stand up to others: 

 

 

Olisbeth Mason would never forget the day she took that step and moved out of her father’s home.

            Her mother disappeared when she was small, leaving Olisbeth alone with her overprotective father, a now-retired Army First Sergeant. He’d strengthened his oppressive paternal duties when she turned thirteen and began having the most severe migraines her doctors had ever seen, accompanied by occasional blackouts.

            Her father treated her like a disabled china doll, unable to drive a car, go on a date, spend an evening with a friend, or even go to the mall alone. He told her all the time “you’ll go out, you’ll get a headache, you will pass out and your date/friend won’t know what to do with you.”
            But now she was in college. And while she could drive to school now, (she got her driver’s license at eighteen with a doctor’s clearance), she really wanted to live off on her own.

            “First Sergeant,” she said meekly, about a month before classes started. He was sitting down at the kitchen table, reading the Sunday paper and drinking a cup of coffee. He’d done much the same ever since his retirement, “I want to talk with you about something.” He looked up from his Sunday paper with a furrowed brow.

            “Yes, Lissie?”
“I’m starting classes soon.”

            “Yes, child, college, I’m proud of you.” He folded his paper, and began to drink his coffee.
“First Sergeant, I want to live on-campus this year.”
            “No. You’re sick, child. What if— ” He looked at her with his steely-grey eyes, beginning what she knew was going to be the beginning of a long tirade about her illnesses and disabilities.

            “First Sergeant,” she said, sitting down at the table as to face him eye-to-eye. He stared calmly into her eyes as she said that. “Forget about my illness for a moment. I’m managing just fine, and haven’t had a blackout in seven months.”
            “But you still could...”
“No. When did you join the military?”
            “When I was nineteen.” He said calmly.

            “But nothing, Dad. Nineteen. The same age as I am now, You moved across the country from your family, for training, for your duties, for everything. I’m only moving an hour away.”
            “But what if you get-“
            “I’m making a change, father. You won’t be around forever, and I must learn to take care of myself. I’m Nineteen, father, not nine, and I’m the one who has to live with the headaches, not you.”

            “I had Drill Sergeants, instructors, people who outranked me to look out for me.”

            “And I’ll have my resident adviser in the dorm, and you are only an hour away. It’s cheaper on gas and less dangerous than me driving 45 minutes each way if I just stay near campus instead of driving there each day.”

            “But—”

“I need to learn that I can be on my own, learn to care for myself.”
            The First Sergeant nodded, for a moment. “I’ll help you pack.” 

[Torrie]

*Bows to the writing skills*

 

Wonderful example of taking steps for change, Moon.

[Moon Sedai]

Thanks.

[Panchi]

OP said poems were accepted so...

 

Change

 

Shattered hopes,

Forgotten dream,

Wrecked lives,

Countless times.

Prison of society,

Chains of tradition,

Burdened with custom,

Everywhere.

 

 

Find the dreams,

Piece together the hopes,

Remake the lives,

Renew.

Break the chains,

Tear the walls,

Discard the customs,

Change.

[Ryrin]

Panchi, that is really good.

[Torrie]

Love it!!!!!