Choice, Which Should I Write? - Author's Note
3 stories, which one would you prefer to read? OK, so I've written the beginning of three stories but I don't know which I should write first, so you can decide.
Story Idea 1
I awkwardly tried to shift the contours of my body in to a comfy (or at least, less UN-comfy) position in the small squished airplane cabin. I sighed inwardly and pulled my legs up under me, and gave up trying to get the pins and needles out of them, instead watching out of the window, above the clouds. It was as if I were floating away from everything, no say in where I was going. My life in the hands of someone, I'd never even met before. Two whole hours until I'm officially back in England. Back to my old life, one I'd left behind for three years, all the people I had forgotten about.
But there is one I'd never forget. Ever. How could I, when the last words he muttered in my ear was 'I love you' and his last actions to kiss me gently, cupping my chin with his hand, before I was lead away by my dad, grumbling about how much of an ungrateful brat I was. Lovely.
"Skye, move your elbow, its bloody bony and painfully wedged in my stomach," my brother Aaron sighed towards me. Even when he was annoyed with you, you could never be angry with him, just his charisma and something I couldn't quite pin point. I could see why the girls were lining up his door. Which was also my door, which got rather annoying. You would have thought there had been a mass murder when everyone heard he was leaving. Me on the other hand, was hardly missed.
Only one person bothered staying in touch. Yep, always a boy isn't there? Except somehow I don't think a fairytale ending is in store for me, because he got someone else. Then the phone calls, text, emails, they all stopped. Petered out just like with all my friends. It hurt more than anything. And I'm dreading going back, seeing him, the awkwardness sure to follow...
"Sorry," I sighed, answering Aaron and removing my elbow from his midriff, making me even more uncomfy.
"Don't worry babe, couple more hours and we'll be back," he said, before slipping his earphones in and instantly going in to an almost catatonic state. I decided to do the same, and after decidedly longer, the plane noises got further away, slipping in to a world of dreams.
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Story Idea 2
"Hello, hello, where am I?" My heart rate was sky rocketing, my hands trembling uncontrollably. Why were my hands so sweaty? I looked at them and screamed, they were covered in blood.
"Abigail, shut up," a voice came from nowhere. I was in the middle of a jungle, the trees lunging at me, trying to hurt me. The voice was coming from a helicopter, and it was flying over, leaving me, leaving me to fight alone -
"Abigail for Christ's sake stop screaming!" What? Alex was shouting at me, bored with the same thing every night, of course it was a dream, it always was. The same one every time.
"Sorry, it was just you appeared in my dream," I snapped back, really not in the mood.
"Jeez, we go on holiday and I'm not going to be awake because you'll have kept me up all night." He said, scowling at me, and slamming the door as he went out of my room, at least for the next two weeks. It was so plain, so not me, it needed some color, but it probably matched how white I was now. I had that dream every night for a month. I don't get why though. I mean they say that you dream about whatever is wrong in your life or something like that, don't they? But my life's perfect.
All the boys want to date and all the girls want to be me. The popular one. The one that has everything. The one that gets half the school asking her to prom. Dad was a lawyer that had even worked with famous people and my mom is in the fashion business, and has her own clothes shops all around England. And as for Alex, he isn't worth having a nightmare over. Yeah, my life was perfect. So why did I still feel like I was all alone even though I had woken up?
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"Hey, hey Abby get your cute ass up, there are loads of boys to be checked out on the first day of our holiday in the amazing Florida!" Sammie said, opening my blinds and practically blinding me. I sat up, and groaned.
"What time is it?"
"7 a.m and time to rise and shine!"
Typical, I have to go on a holiday with an early riser. I shooed her out and got dressed. I checked out my butt in the mirror. I guess it was kind of cute. I decided to take inspiration from her comment and wear skinny jeans. I put on a cute pink vest top, and pink gladiator sandal's. I put as much make up as possible on in 10 minutes. I then made sure that I looked ok, and walked out of my hotel room, through the living room and to the kitchen.
Everyone was at the table, Alex sitting as far away from Sammie as possible, Sammie flirting with him at every moment possible, really she'd try her luck with anyone. Mom reading a fashion mag (in which she has a column) and Dad reading the newspaper. Alex came up and ruffled my hair, "Not in an, aww my baby sister, way, more a, I know you hate your hair being out-of-place. So I'm going to mess it up completely, way." How considerate he is.
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Story Idea 3
I timidly dipped my pale, silver painted toes in to the freezing water of my pool, flooding my body with immense relief from the sweat-making midday, mid July weather. Bliss. A whole day out from my usually absolutely full schedule to just sit, and try in vain to get a tan on my hopelessly pale skin to form. OK, so maybe I'm going to give up the thought of getting a tan, but still, it's nice to just do nothing, and be, well quite frankly, an anti social bitch.
"Mollie, Hun, I was just sitting at home, practically dying from lack of anything interesting going on, then I thought, I know, I'll go see Mollie! And here I am." And with those words, any hope of a peaceful day of nothing more than sitting and cringing from the cold water dissipated in to thin air. Taken by a girl who goes by the name Lola, with pure green eyes, impossible high cheekbones, light brown freckles on the bridge of her nose, and dyed fire hydrant red hair. Otherwise known as my best friend.
I love her to bits, I really do, but the thing about Lola is she needs constant attention, and I mean constant. She would even have people chatting to her while she was sleeping if she could. But luckily, her gorgeous contrasting features mean she's never without at least two guys begging to take her on a date. Me on the other hand, am the complete opposite. I have blondy-brown natural hair, murky brown-green eyes, and average looking features. In fact the only similarity in our looks were our freckles, as I also had light brown freckles spotted around my face.
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OK so which do you like best, one with the most comments for it, I will write first.
I awkwardly tried to shift the contours of my body in to a comfy (or at least, less UN-comfy) position in the small squished airplane cabin. I sighed inwardly and pulled my legs up under me, and gave up trying to get the pins and needles out of them, instead watching out of the window, above the clouds. It was as if I were floating away from everything, no say in where I was going. My life in the hands of someone, I'd never even met before. Two whole hours until I'm officially back in England. Back to my old life, one I'd left behind for three years, all the people I had forgotten about.
But there is one I'd never forget. Ever. How could I, when the last words he muttered in my ear was 'I love you' and his last actions to kiss me gently, cupping my chin with his hand, before I was lead away by my dad, grumbling about how much of an ungrateful brat I was. Lovely.
"Skye, move your elbow, its bloody bony and painfully wedged in my stomach," my brother Aaron sighed towards me. Even when he was annoyed with you, you could never be angry with him, just his charisma and something I couldn't quite pin point. I could see why the girls were lining up his door. Which was also my door, which got rather annoying. You would have thought there had been a mass murder when everyone heard he was leaving. Me on the other hand, was hardly missed.
Only one person bothered staying in touch. Yep, always a boy isn't there? Except somehow I don't think a fairytale ending is in store for me, because he got someone else. Then the phone calls, text, emails, they all stopped. Petered out just like with all my friends. It hurt more than anything. And I'm dreading going back, seeing him, the awkwardness sure to follow...
"Sorry," I sighed, answering Aaron and removing my elbow from his midriff, making me even more uncomfy.
"Don't worry babe, couple more hours and we'll be back," he said, before slipping his earphones in and instantly going in to an almost catatonic state. I decided to do the same, and after decidedly longer, the plane noises got further away, slipping in to a world of dreams.
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Story Idea 2
"Hello, hello, where am I?" My heart rate was sky rocketing, my hands trembling uncontrollably. Why were my hands so sweaty? I looked at them and screamed, they were covered in blood.
"Abigail, shut up," a voice came from nowhere. I was in the middle of a jungle, the trees lunging at me, trying to hurt me. The voice was coming from a helicopter, and it was flying over, leaving me, leaving me to fight alone -
"Abigail for Christ's sake stop screaming!" What? Alex was shouting at me, bored with the same thing every night, of course it was a dream, it always was. The same one every time.
"Sorry, it was just you appeared in my dream," I snapped back, really not in the mood.
"Jeez, we go on holiday and I'm not going to be awake because you'll have kept me up all night." He said, scowling at me, and slamming the door as he went out of my room, at least for the next two weeks. It was so plain, so not me, it needed some color, but it probably matched how white I was now. I had that dream every night for a month. I don't get why though. I mean they say that you dream about whatever is wrong in your life or something like that, don't they? But my life's perfect.
All the boys want to date and all the girls want to be me. The popular one. The one that has everything. The one that gets half the school asking her to prom. Dad was a lawyer that had even worked with famous people and my mom is in the fashion business, and has her own clothes shops all around England. And as for Alex, he isn't worth having a nightmare over. Yeah, my life was perfect. So why did I still feel like I was all alone even though I had woken up?
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"Hey, hey Abby get your cute ass up, there are loads of boys to be checked out on the first day of our holiday in the amazing Florida!" Sammie said, opening my blinds and practically blinding me. I sat up, and groaned.
"What time is it?"
"7 a.m and time to rise and shine!"
Typical, I have to go on a holiday with an early riser. I shooed her out and got dressed. I checked out my butt in the mirror. I guess it was kind of cute. I decided to take inspiration from her comment and wear skinny jeans. I put on a cute pink vest top, and pink gladiator sandal's. I put as much make up as possible on in 10 minutes. I then made sure that I looked ok, and walked out of my hotel room, through the living room and to the kitchen.
Everyone was at the table, Alex sitting as far away from Sammie as possible, Sammie flirting with him at every moment possible, really she'd try her luck with anyone. Mom reading a fashion mag (in which she has a column) and Dad reading the newspaper. Alex came up and ruffled my hair, "Not in an, aww my baby sister, way, more a, I know you hate your hair being out-of-place. So I'm going to mess it up completely, way." How considerate he is.
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Story Idea 3
I timidly dipped my pale, silver painted toes in to the freezing water of my pool, flooding my body with immense relief from the sweat-making midday, mid July weather. Bliss. A whole day out from my usually absolutely full schedule to just sit, and try in vain to get a tan on my hopelessly pale skin to form. OK, so maybe I'm going to give up the thought of getting a tan, but still, it's nice to just do nothing, and be, well quite frankly, an anti social bitch.
"Mollie, Hun, I was just sitting at home, practically dying from lack of anything interesting going on, then I thought, I know, I'll go see Mollie! And here I am." And with those words, any hope of a peaceful day of nothing more than sitting and cringing from the cold water dissipated in to thin air. Taken by a girl who goes by the name Lola, with pure green eyes, impossible high cheekbones, light brown freckles on the bridge of her nose, and dyed fire hydrant red hair. Otherwise known as my best friend.
I love her to bits, I really do, but the thing about Lola is she needs constant attention, and I mean constant. She would even have people chatting to her while she was sleeping if she could. But luckily, her gorgeous contrasting features mean she's never without at least two guys begging to take her on a date. Me on the other hand, am the complete opposite. I have blondy-brown natural hair, murky brown-green eyes, and average looking features. In fact the only similarity in our looks were our freckles, as I also had light brown freckles spotted around my face.
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OK so which do you like best, one with the most comments for it, I will write first.
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