Posts Tagged ‘Oxford’

Words written: 987
Setting: Oxford
Perspective: Ryan’s Narrative

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She shook her head again and placed the ornament she’d been holding on to the tree and crossed her arms. She trembled lightly and stared up at the angel while tears welled up in her eyes. I carried on and tried my hardest to make myself believe what I had just promised her.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael

Words written: 1047
Setting: Oxford
Perspective: Ryan’s Narrative

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It was an interesting dilemma for Dr. and Mrs. Peters. They only knew how to spoil Finn, but they wanted him to be civilized and responsible. He only knew how to be spoiled, but couldn’t help himself when it came to a party or a horserace.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael

Words written: 971
Setting: England’s M40
Perspective: Ryan’s Narrative

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I had never expected to get the part. But isn’t that how it always goes for burgeoning actors who make it to the big leagues? You always hear them say that during press junkets, “I never expected to get the part.” And now it was my turn. But it was the honest truth. I thought Lawrence was only trying to give me an ego boost when he came to me with a plane ticket and a script.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael

Words written: 2,756
Setting: Oxford
Perspective: Renata and Ryan’s Narratives
Milestone: Connected two major plot points of my story!

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“Don’t bother with your rubbish,” she hissed and pushed past us to get into the house, her little dog following close behind. Ryan knocked back into me accidentally making me lose my balance and hit the kitchen table, which consequently knocked over an open bottle of red wine. It gushed over the tabletop and onto the floor. When the aroma reached my nostrils I rushed to the sink to make the ultimate first impression by throwing up all over Susan’s dishrags. Everyone froze behind me, except for Lynne’s dog Tommy, who went to work investigating the spilled wine.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael

I can’t believe I wrote a vomit scene! I never would have imagined that would be part of my story, but it fit so perfectly and provided the perfect set up.

Words written: 1,336
Setting: London and Oxford
Perspective: Renata’s narrative

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The framed photograph in Ryan’s room had not done her justice. I thought that I knew her face so well since I had studied it so many times, but this face was fresh and vibrant. Her full lips were mauve and just like Ryan’s, they turned up at the corners ever so slightly. Unlike in the photo, her auburn hair was now long and pulled back in a ponytail. She reminded me more of a cheerleader than a classics professor. She was stunning. Seeing her now in person made me worry that I wasn’t nearly beautiful enough to be with her heart throb son.

© 2009 Rochelle Michael