My first ever attempt of writing a short story was ten years ago. I wrote a story about a girl called Aurora (Norrsken) To illustrate the story I had made carefully childish drawings.
But it was a lousy story.
It was all fantasy. Technically the language and grammar was not good. No facts were straight I just wrote, for the pleasure of writing. I had no clue but I wrote anyway.
A plain story of a girl in human form, dressed in red and yellow, who flew around the world. Aurora had the abilities much like a super-hero. She would just leap into the air and she could move her self from one point to another, like being tele-ported. But it would not be instant. She would ride on the jet stream, they would determined where she would go next.
She leaped through the high mountains of Europe, Hawaii, New Zealand and she would finally settled in on one of Iceland’s mountains. Which one I don’t remember.
I wrote about places I had never been to or made any research about. It was a weak story-line. She was my fantasy, that had come to me in a dream.
Back then I was so proud with no concerns of if it being good or bad.
However, those who read it would say it was good in away you know it was not. With no further comment, the story ended up in a box stowed away not to see the light of day again.
I was discouraged, and gave up. But I have not forgotten.
So here I am trying to catch her, Aurora. I brought the alluring colours so we could talk.
Would she respond?
Yes she did. Once, very briefly.
Then she left me to my own thoughts, I have to pluck up my courage and write again.