Just two days ago I started writing another short story, set in Yuma Arizona. I happened to do some research on this place. It is known to be the sunniest place on earth. The summers are very hot, around 120 degrees and the winters tend to be warm. I chose this place because I think it would be a really cool experience to see Arizona. I've heard it's beautiful, and writing a story where it takes place there is even more cool.
The opening scene happens to be raining, in the month of May. This is very unlikely, since it's always hot in Yuma, but I think the inevitable happens in real life, though it may seem impossible. The girl happens to talk a walk in the rain, getting soaked but loving it. It's what she's been missing and thirsting for, since the sun always shines brightly in Yuma.
Though she likes living in Yuma, she has been there all her life and wants to see what's outside of this small town. She has heard that just twenty miles form Yuma live Native Americans. She wonders about them and their lives, living like outcasts, with the beauty of Arizona all around them. At night she looks up at the moon like a big balloon in the night sky and thinks about those Native Americans looking up at the same moon.
There happens to be an antagonist in this story, who makes the room grow cold. As well as other things that happen to arise in this short story about a girl learning about herself, life and all she has to offer.
We will see if I enter it into another writing contest... but for now it's only written in sharpie on pieces of paper in my notebook.
The opening scene happens to be raining, in the month of May. This is very unlikely, since it's always hot in Yuma, but I think the inevitable happens in real life, though it may seem impossible. The girl happens to talk a walk in the rain, getting soaked but loving it. It's what she's been missing and thirsting for, since the sun always shines brightly in Yuma.
Though she likes living in Yuma, she has been there all her life and wants to see what's outside of this small town. She has heard that just twenty miles form Yuma live Native Americans. She wonders about them and their lives, living like outcasts, with the beauty of Arizona all around them. At night she looks up at the moon like a big balloon in the night sky and thinks about those Native Americans looking up at the same moon.
There happens to be an antagonist in this story, who makes the room grow cold. As well as other things that happen to arise in this short story about a girl learning about herself, life and all she has to offer.
We will see if I enter it into another writing contest... but for now it's only written in sharpie on pieces of paper in my notebook.
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