Stories of a Lonely Girl
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Jill_Pole_Wannabe
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I can't wait to read it Powl! I hope it's not based on someone...
Still, I didn't know you enjoyed writing!
Still, I didn't know you enjoyed writing!
Powl'
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Stories of a Lonely Girl
I’ve always been composed of two parts, they’re both lonely but:
-one is lonely, and wants to be ;
-one is lonely and doesn’t want to be.
I’m not unhappy, I’m just lonely. I know I must not complain, some people have lost everything, and maybe they’ll never see what’s good in this world, but I don’t feel like I belong there … I’m lonely because I’m different from people around me, I don’t think like them, I don’t do what they do: I read, I write, I study hard, I speak English which makes me the “weirdo” because they don’t etc.
But I could always find somebody whom I could share what I like, but my school is soooo small that it is impossible. I lived there for two years, and I tried as hard as I could, but the more I wanted to be friends with the students in my school, the more I was hurt …
When something great or sad happens to me, I can’t take my cell-phone and call someone to talk about it… The only thing I have is my family (the closest one: my grandparents, my uncles, cousins live far far away from here) and my dog that I love very much.
So I use a lot my imagination to create my life another way: in different places, different times, different worlds, with different people etc.
I’m going to tell you my fantasies: those crazy lives I invent but I’m also going to talk about my simple, lonely and real life.
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Powl'
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It was a Monday and school had just ended, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, I kept saying to myself
“If they do it again, I’m going to crack”
But I was kind of saying the contrary of the fact, because they didn’t do anything, that was the point.
In English class, we were only four girls to participate, one Canadian, one South African, one Congolese who didn’t speak English quite well but who tried the best, and me, a French girl like the other pupils of my class, but I admit I had an advantage: I had lived a year in London, but I had started just like them, with the same bases, and I was in a French school, just like this one. I just had done some efforts, because I thought speaking English was a great thing. Apparently, most of the students in my class didn’t see that way: English class was a place to sleep, eat, chat or go to the bathroom.
Until the end of the second term it always worked like that, and everything was alright. We, girls who participated, had great marks and the others bad ones. But, at the meeting of the class, some students started complaining about us, speaking too much during class, and not letting them participate, so we made an agreement, we would talk less, and let them have the time to think more. That was supposed to happen this way, but it didn’t. They still slept, ate, chatted and went to the bathroom, though we took some retreat, and it kept getting worst. Every class was like that, but I have to say, English class was THE ONE which always made me furious, I felt rage at those pupils.
As I was saying, school had just ended, and I was angrier than ever. I went back to home, put my swim suit on, and I jumped in the pool. I always loved swimming; the transparency of water had always fascinated me.
If I were a mermaid, a fishy mermaid (because there are the bird ones)…
“If they do it again, I’m going to crack”
But I was kind of saying the contrary of the fact, because they didn’t do anything, that was the point.
In English class, we were only four girls to participate, one Canadian, one South African, one Congolese who didn’t speak English quite well but who tried the best, and me, a French girl like the other pupils of my class, but I admit I had an advantage: I had lived a year in London, but I had started just like them, with the same bases, and I was in a French school, just like this one. I just had done some efforts, because I thought speaking English was a great thing. Apparently, most of the students in my class didn’t see that way: English class was a place to sleep, eat, chat or go to the bathroom.
Until the end of the second term it always worked like that, and everything was alright. We, girls who participated, had great marks and the others bad ones. But, at the meeting of the class, some students started complaining about us, speaking too much during class, and not letting them participate, so we made an agreement, we would talk less, and let them have the time to think more. That was supposed to happen this way, but it didn’t. They still slept, ate, chatted and went to the bathroom, though we took some retreat, and it kept getting worst. Every class was like that, but I have to say, English class was THE ONE which always made me furious, I felt rage at those pupils.
As I was saying, school had just ended, and I was angrier than ever. I went back to home, put my swim suit on, and I jumped in the pool. I always loved swimming; the transparency of water had always fascinated me.
If I were a mermaid, a fishy mermaid (because there are the bird ones)…
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Copperfox
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This is a very intelligent story. Anyone writing in a language which is not his/her own first language will run up against the little tricky details of word usage; it happens to me when working with Russian. For instance:
>> English class was THE ONE who always made me furious...
The class is a thing, not a person, so it should be "which always" or "that always," not "who always." All of us tackling our second or third languages will hit these little snags. The only cure for it is to READ MORE of literature written in the language you are working with--and, of course, to keep writing so you put into practice what you learn by reading.
>> English class was THE ONE who always made me furious...
The class is a thing, not a person, so it should be "which always" or "that always," not "who always." All of us tackling our second or third languages will hit these little snags. The only cure for it is to READ MORE of literature written in the language you are working with--and, of course, to keep writing so you put into practice what you learn by reading.
Powl'
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First Part : Along the Current of Water
I closed my eyes, and opened them, everything wasn’t blurry anymore, I wasn’t in my pool, I can in the deep blue of the ocean, I looked up, and noticed surface was too far from me, I wouldn’t have enough air, and I started swimming, but I felt weird, something wasn’t right, or at least unusual, I discovered I had a fish tail, I was so surprised, but the reflections of the scales hypnotized me, it was beautiful, I continued swimming to the top, but I couldn’t, I didn’t have enough strength even with my tail, I thought it was over, I panicked, I opened my mouth, and was ready to drown, but something strange happened: water came in my mouth, but something in my throat blocked the liquid to go deeper, and that wasn’t on purpose but I suddenly took a breath. That was amazing, I was a mermaid, I started swimming and move like a dolphin, I went to the surface and jumped in the air, to plunge in the ocean.
I looked at the horizon and I saw the sea like I never saw it before, it was much more beautiful, than from a simple boat, or a beach. I went back in the water, and started looking around, the colours of the creatures, fishes, jellyfishes, eels, corals were beautiful, that universe was so amazing. Some crabs were hiding in the rocks, and fishes went scared of me at all, I was swimming with them, and they weren’t afraid.
Suddenly, something caught my hand, I didn’t move, what could it be? I turned back, a mermaid man was looking at me, he had a beard, a black beard, he stared at me for a minute, or two, I was so surprised I couldn’t say anything. He finally spoke:
“Miss, your parents have been looking for you for more that two hours, you need to get back to your home.”
His voice sounded like a melody.
“Do I know you?”
The man was perplexed. He gave me an angry look and said:
“Miss Camilla, this is not a good time to make jokes.”
“What? What are you talking about, I really don’t know you” I replied.
“I’m sure your parents are very worried, we shouldn’t let them wait longer, and you should stop pretending I’m a stranger or your parents will know about it.”
I didn’t want to follow this complete unknown mermaid, and Camilla? My name wasn’t Camilla. The man took my arm and forced me to swim to a strange place. It was a big rock, with holes in it, so we could see what was inside it. Two mermaids were looking at us arriving, and swam towards us.
“Where were you?” asked a man, with grey hair.
“We were so worried, what were you thinking?” this time the woman was speaking.
Their voice was beautiful as well. I looked around me to make sure they were talking to me. They seemed to be forty-five or fifty. They both had grey hair, and they looked really anxious. So they were my parents? I thought I was just a mermaid, but apparently I had a complete different life. So I thought I would act, just pretend I was their daughter and see what would happen next.
“I’m really sorry. This won’t happen again. I promise.”
“What go into your mind?! Leonardo was really upset” said my “mother”.
Wow, Leonardo? Ok this was crazy, my imagination was crazy.
“When he didn’t see you come to the furnace bridge, he panicked.” said the merman.
“Why didn’t you show up?” she asked.
“Ah, I think I wasn’t ready …” I said, but the idea of getting married was the cherry on the cake.
I tried to think as fast I could to invent a big lie, because there was no truth!
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Copperfox
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I like it that you tried imagining what it would feel like to be able to breathe water.
If you can ever find it, I urge you to read an old story called " The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," written by James Thurber. It is a classic example of a story about someone living in fantasies.
If you can ever find it, I urge you to read an old story called " The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," written by James Thurber. It is a classic example of a story about someone living in fantasies.
NarniaGirl12
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Great story, Pauline! I love it so far! It reminds me of something I would write...
It reminds me of something I would write...
Jill_Pole_Wannabe
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It reminds me of something I could never write.
I love the description of being in the sea!
Can't wait for you to write more!!!
I love the description of being in the sea!
Can't wait for you to write more!!!
Powl'
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So I was getting married, to someone I didn’t know … Unbelievable!! My “parents” took me to my fiancé. He was beautiful, he had blond hair, and incredible eyes, blue eyes, just like the ocean, I was prisoner of his look. But he was really upset, that wasn’t a surprise, the bride hadn’t shown up at the wedding. I was actually wondering how a mermaid wedding was … I was really uncomfortable with my “parents”, him and his family … I opened my mouth to say something, and then closed it. I thought I’d wait for someone else to start the conversation. This someone, was my “mother” who exclaimed:
“We want to apologize for Camilla’s behaviour; we really don’t know what she was thinking, we must tell you, it won’t happen again. Camilla loves Leonardo and there’s no reason why she shouldn’t show up at the furnace bridge.”
“It’s alright, we were just worried there was a problem between her and our son, but if you say there was no special reason, it’s alright, it can happen to any young mermaid” answered Leonardo’s mother.
Her smile was soft and cordial. I felt so well contemplating her. On the other hand, the father seemed really serious, but nothing on his face showed he was mad, which was incredible since I had abonded his son on “our” wedding day.
“We should let them take a walk and talk about it alone” said my “future mother in law”.
“You’re right” replied my mother.
And so, they left me alone with the handsome Leonardo. The way he looked at me showed he was madly in love with his fiancé. I was wondering if I was the real Camilla, if I had her personality, if Leonardo loved me … I couldn’t dare look him in the eyes … I felt so bad …
“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
Leonardo didn’t say anything, he kept looking at me, which made me feel really embarrassed. He took my hand and we swam to a wreck. It was amazing; the ship seemed to be floating, just like it used to be before it ran aground, it was almost intact. I was curious to know why Leonardo brought me here. I couldn’t dare ask him, maybe it was obvious, but only Camilla knew that, I didn’t, so I preferred stay quiet.
We went closer, and closer and he let my hand go, and gave me a sign to tell me to follow him, we were swimming just above the prow, and strangely, I could feel a light breeze. I smiled, and looked at my fiancé, he was looking right in front of him, like he was watching the sun set on the horizon. I felt like we were simple humans, on a ship that was sailing on the sea.
“Do you remember?” he asked.
The voice of the first mermaid I met had fascinated me, but his, got me hypnotized. I didn’t answer, I was too afraid of saying something wrong. He took his eyes of off me and looked right in front of him, again.
“I’ll never forget when I first met you. I can still remember when I saw you for the first time, looking at that strange mermaid, who wasn’t, who is not alive …”
I figured out he didn’t know humans used to make mermaids out of wood, for they prow. Leonardo continued:
“You were so impressed, so was I” he smiled, “I came to look at the static mermaid, and you looked at me and you told me: ‘What’s going on, why is it so tough? It’s like a stone, and it’s brown! And it doesn’t move! What happened to that poor mermaid?’”
He laughed a little, I did, because I knew why the statue was still. His laugh sounded so sweet, I felt like home listening to his voice. It was like I always knew him.
“You were so beautiful that day, you had captivated me.”
He blew, and strangely, I didn’t notice any bubble of air, another discovery. I wanted to know if I was in my world, or another one where mermaid existed. I thought the second option was the most realistic one, and again, I was saying the contrary of the fact: being a mermaid wasn’t logic at all.
“We want to apologize for Camilla’s behaviour; we really don’t know what she was thinking, we must tell you, it won’t happen again. Camilla loves Leonardo and there’s no reason why she shouldn’t show up at the furnace bridge.”
“It’s alright, we were just worried there was a problem between her and our son, but if you say there was no special reason, it’s alright, it can happen to any young mermaid” answered Leonardo’s mother.
Her smile was soft and cordial. I felt so well contemplating her. On the other hand, the father seemed really serious, but nothing on his face showed he was mad, which was incredible since I had abonded his son on “our” wedding day.
“We should let them take a walk and talk about it alone” said my “future mother in law”.
“You’re right” replied my mother.
And so, they left me alone with the handsome Leonardo. The way he looked at me showed he was madly in love with his fiancé. I was wondering if I was the real Camilla, if I had her personality, if Leonardo loved me … I couldn’t dare look him in the eyes … I felt so bad …
“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
Leonardo didn’t say anything, he kept looking at me, which made me feel really embarrassed. He took my hand and we swam to a wreck. It was amazing; the ship seemed to be floating, just like it used to be before it ran aground, it was almost intact. I was curious to know why Leonardo brought me here. I couldn’t dare ask him, maybe it was obvious, but only Camilla knew that, I didn’t, so I preferred stay quiet.
We went closer, and closer and he let my hand go, and gave me a sign to tell me to follow him, we were swimming just above the prow, and strangely, I could feel a light breeze. I smiled, and looked at my fiancé, he was looking right in front of him, like he was watching the sun set on the horizon. I felt like we were simple humans, on a ship that was sailing on the sea.
“Do you remember?” he asked.
The voice of the first mermaid I met had fascinated me, but his, got me hypnotized. I didn’t answer, I was too afraid of saying something wrong. He took his eyes of off me and looked right in front of him, again.
“I’ll never forget when I first met you. I can still remember when I saw you for the first time, looking at that strange mermaid, who wasn’t, who is not alive …”
I figured out he didn’t know humans used to make mermaids out of wood, for they prow. Leonardo continued:
“You were so impressed, so was I” he smiled, “I came to look at the static mermaid, and you looked at me and you told me: ‘What’s going on, why is it so tough? It’s like a stone, and it’s brown! And it doesn’t move! What happened to that poor mermaid?’”
He laughed a little, I did, because I knew why the statue was still. His laugh sounded so sweet, I felt like home listening to his voice. It was like I always knew him.
“You were so beautiful that day, you had captivated me.”
He blew, and strangely, I didn’t notice any bubble of air, another discovery. I wanted to know if I was in my world, or another one where mermaid existed. I thought the second option was the most realistic one, and again, I was saying the contrary of the fact: being a mermaid wasn’t logic at all.
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Powl'
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Leonardo looked at me again. His look was so different from the others’. I could see he had been through many things before, there was something deep in the blue of his eyes, something beautiful and impassioning. Until that moment I hadn’t spoken a lot, I didn’t want to, because I was afraid to pronounce something stupid or wrong, but he couldn’t let me say anything, he had captured, bewitched me: the way he was looking at me, the way he was speaking to me … It was a dream, an illusion, a beautiful one …
He took my hand, and gave it a kiss. I blushed. The touch of his lips on my skin tilted something inside my heart.
“When I didn’t see you, I thought you didn’t love me anymore …” he whispered.
I panicked, what should I have said? What would have Camilla said?
“I told you, I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t love you, but I felt like I wasn’t ready.”
“But you seemed so excited!”
“Hum…”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, no!! Of course not, you’re so sweet and perfect, why would anything be wrong?”
He looked down. Maybe something was wrong … But something that was his …
“I haven’t been completely honest with you, about this union” he began again “ I didn’t want to tell you, but I have to.”
“Tell me what?”
“I thought this was why you had left, but I must let you know anyway.”
“But… Let me know what? What is it about?”
“Our engagement. My parents wouldn’t let me marry some mermaid, I had met a while ago whereas they had plans for me, so I couldn’t tell them about you. I was supposed to marry somebody else. But I wanted to live the rest of my watery life with you, and only you… I didn’t want anything else. Just be with you. Forever.”
He looked at me, and passed his hand in my hair. He took my wrist and took me along to another place. It was a little cave, closed by a big rock, he pushed it and told me to come in, it was beautiful, the edges of the grotto were illuminated by the sunbeam that could come in, by a hole on the top of the arch of the cave. It was beautiful, there were shells, seaweeds, and colourful little fishes. There was a big flat rock just under the hole of the arch. We sat there. And Leonardo continued:
“I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to tell my parents what I truly felt.”
He took my hand, and gave it a kiss. I blushed. The touch of his lips on my skin tilted something inside my heart.
“When I didn’t see you, I thought you didn’t love me anymore …” he whispered.
I panicked, what should I have said? What would have Camilla said?
“I told you, I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t love you, but I felt like I wasn’t ready.”
“But you seemed so excited!”
“Hum…”
“Is something wrong?”
“No, no!! Of course not, you’re so sweet and perfect, why would anything be wrong?”
He looked down. Maybe something was wrong … But something that was his …
“I haven’t been completely honest with you, about this union” he began again “ I didn’t want to tell you, but I have to.”
“Tell me what?”
“I thought this was why you had left, but I must let you know anyway.”
“But… Let me know what? What is it about?”
“Our engagement. My parents wouldn’t let me marry some mermaid, I had met a while ago whereas they had plans for me, so I couldn’t tell them about you. I was supposed to marry somebody else. But I wanted to live the rest of my watery life with you, and only you… I didn’t want anything else. Just be with you. Forever.”
He looked at me, and passed his hand in my hair. He took my wrist and took me along to another place. It was a little cave, closed by a big rock, he pushed it and told me to come in, it was beautiful, the edges of the grotto were illuminated by the sunbeam that could come in, by a hole on the top of the arch of the cave. It was beautiful, there were shells, seaweeds, and colourful little fishes. There was a big flat rock just under the hole of the arch. We sat there. And Leonardo continued:
“I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to tell my parents what I truly felt.”
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Mozart the Meerkitten
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This is a cool story. It reminds me of my imagination...
Powl'
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He caressed a sea anemone that was attached to the rock, and strangely it didn’t burn him, I guessed mermaid skins were more resistant than humans’.
“So I made them believe I was okay with them linking me with that unknown person. And I felt bad lying to them, lying to myself… Lying to you … That lasted longer than I thought. And I was suffering, you were so innocent and my parents were so happy when I knew that it wasn’t what I wanted. So I told my parents I wanted to get married. They were so happy, but I told them I didn’t want to ask the person they wished I would spend the rest of my life with. I explained to them I wanted to live my whole existence with you, how much I loved you. They didn’t understand at the beginning, but then they met you. And they liked you. And finally, they gave us their assent, their blessing.”
He caught an oyster pearl, opened it, and took a beautiful pearl necklace out of it. He tied it around my neck. I closed my eyes, because of his soft hands.
“I feel sorry I didn’t tell my family earlier, and I let you trust me, but there’s something I will NEVER regret:
You must never be afraid to express what you truly feel…”
“I love you …” I whispered.
I didn’t know where that came from, but my lips just pronounced these words, and I couldn’t control them. My heart was beating wildly. I was trembling. Leonardo bent towards me. I closed my eyes, and received a kiss. When I opened them, everything was blurry again, I swam to the surface and realised I had my legs back. I went out of the pool thinking of Leonardo, the beautiful and handsome mermaid of my imagination …
“So I made them believe I was okay with them linking me with that unknown person. And I felt bad lying to them, lying to myself… Lying to you … That lasted longer than I thought. And I was suffering, you were so innocent and my parents were so happy when I knew that it wasn’t what I wanted. So I told my parents I wanted to get married. They were so happy, but I told them I didn’t want to ask the person they wished I would spend the rest of my life with. I explained to them I wanted to live my whole existence with you, how much I loved you. They didn’t understand at the beginning, but then they met you. And they liked you. And finally, they gave us their assent, their blessing.”
He caught an oyster pearl, opened it, and took a beautiful pearl necklace out of it. He tied it around my neck. I closed my eyes, because of his soft hands.
“I feel sorry I didn’t tell my family earlier, and I let you trust me, but there’s something I will NEVER regret:
You must never be afraid to express what you truly feel…”
“I love you …” I whispered.
I didn’t know where that came from, but my lips just pronounced these words, and I couldn’t control them. My heart was beating wildly. I was trembling. Leonardo bent towards me. I closed my eyes, and received a kiss. When I opened them, everything was blurry again, I swam to the surface and realised I had my legs back. I went out of the pool thinking of Leonardo, the beautiful and handsome mermaid of my imagination …
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Copperfox
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Here's what specially intrigues me about this story, ma petite. In most stories of this kind, including the James Thurber story I mentioned earlier, the person having the fantasies can only stay in them if not disturbed. If someone else in the real world suddenly speaks to the daydreaming character, the daydreaming character is immediately shaken out of the fantasy. But in your story, it seems to me that real-world people ARE trying to bring Camilla out of the mermaid fantasy, but she STILL stays in it. At least, that's how I understand you so far.