Fifteen Minute Ficlets (#15MF) is a weekly Sunday writing challenge hosted here on The Literary Phoenix. Based on a single word, write a short story in fifteen minutes. The word count is irrelevant. Just write your heart out for 15 minutes and be inspired by the word. You never know what you’ll end up with!
1. a curve, especially a sharp one, in a road, river, racecourse, or path.
2. a curved or angled part or form of something.
1. shape or force (something straight) into a curve or angle.
2. (of a person) incline the body downward from the vertical.
Ariella entered the library and ran her fingers through her hair. Silky smooth, gentle curls, perfect. She loved the feeling on her hair between her fingers. The library was just as empty as always, with a couple of exceptions to the rule – a school like Strange Academy didn’t attract as many studious types as she expected when she enrolled. Ariella herself wasn’t there to hit the books, either. She was there for Helen.
Helen, also known as ‘Sparks’ for the tendrils of electricity that wrapped around her fingers, caught Ariella’s eye the first time she had seen her in Advanced Algebra. The curve of her nose and the sharp corners of her cold blue eyes made her sweet and forbidden. Ariella knew she was in here, because she watched her turn the corner into the dusty old room.
The question remained – where was she?
Ariella picked a table with a good vantage point and sit her messenger bag down. She bent over and fished a couple books out at random, plopping them on the table before disappearing the stacks. A library was like a labyrinth when you were really looking for something… or someone. Her heart leapt up and down in her chest like a little bird hopping along a terrace. She ran her fingers along the books and paused when a title caught her eye.
Sonnets by William Shakespeare.
She smiled and traced the title affectionately. Shakespeare understood her lovesick heart, in some ways. Like her, he chased a forbidden love. Ariella moved on, out of the poetry section.
As she turned the second corner, she started and drew back. Sparks had returned to her table, a couple books sprawled out in front of her, where she sat with a couple of the psychics. Ariella’s hands shook and she pressed back hard against the shelf, the curve of books digging into her back. There was not way she could go over there and talk to her, not now. Not with the psychics over there. They pull ever tangled thought out of her head and twist it into something sad and pathetic.
No, no. This had been a bad idea from the start. They weren’t even friends. They were enemies, on two sides of the internal battle within the school. She shouldn’t even dream of talking to her Juliet… especially not surrounded by Capulets. She’d get over it. It was just a stupid crush. What had she been thinking?
Ariella bend and her waist and put her hands on her knees, breathing deeply as her head ran spirals of regret. Stay calm. Get out of the library. This was a mistake.
But yet, her heart yearned.
Aaaaagh I hate writing flirting and love stories. I am so ridiculously bad at it. I’m not a cutesy, lovey person. This is also what happens every time I try – I send the character into the scene to be all “you are my one and only” then chicken out and give them an escape. I need to practice.
Ariella and Sparks are characters from the story Strange, which is about a government run high school for gifted students. The “war” mentioned is the choice of morality – whether it is the born right to use their powers as they see fit, even if it hurts others. I’ve written three different shorts trying to wrap Riella and Sparks together and the first one (not on here) was amazing but otherwise it’s all a bit of a mess. Their love story would actually develop in the second book, Vaccine.
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