1000 Words School
Jessica Donohue
Draft 1
Flash Fiction
As we walked along the sidewalk that ran parallel to the beach we stumbled into a long wooden set of stairs. Their old and decomposed appearance was accented with winding ivy that consumed the handrail. With just a glance, no words, we decided to venture up it. Holding his hand we walked step and step. The beach was quiet, not a single person was in sight this far down along the shore. The sun was setting slowly casting its yellow orange glow along the water, leaving pink and purple watercolor skies in its place. When we reached the top of the staircase we were greeted by a flourishing garden. The blooming flower, pruned bushes, and tall trees created magical scenery. Water features accented different parts of the garden creating beautiful white background noise. I spotted a bench and began to run for it. He chased after me, only to meet at the base of the sitting area. We sat and listened to the running water, wind chimes, and rustling leaves. As the sun set and strong breeze began to move in. Luckily my jeans and pick hoodie kept me warm enough not to complain. It was getting dark and we were getting ready to leave. This beautiful garden was getting more and more eerie as the sun sank further. The darkness consumed the beauty of all the plants, and made all the nooks and crevices of the garden seem darker and full of mystery. The beautiful white noise we were listening too began to sound more frightening and less relaxing. Insects, frogs and other little creature were filling the night with their own music causing a screeching like noise. I look to him and explained my desire to leave. With a half smile he said “A few more minutes”. I trusted his ability to protect me and thought I was probably over reacting. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me a touch closer. We spent more time talking and enjoying the pleasant evening. Though I was becoming more anxious with the deepening darkness, I felt safe knowing I had
Draft 1
Flash Fiction
As we walked along the sidewalk that ran parallel to the beach we stumbled into a long wooden set of stairs. Their old and decomposed appearance was accented with winding ivy that consumed the handrail. With just a glance, no words, we decided to venture up it. Holding his hand we walked step and step. The beach was quiet, not a single person was in sight this far down along the shore. The sun was setting slowly casting its yellow orange glow along the water, leaving pink and purple watercolor skies in its place. When we reached the top of the staircase we were greeted by a flourishing garden. The blooming flower, pruned bushes, and tall trees created magical scenery. Water features accented different parts of the garden creating beautiful white background noise. I spotted a bench and began to run for it. He chased after me, only to meet at the base of the sitting area. We sat and listened to the running water, wind chimes, and rustling leaves. As the sun set and strong breeze began to move in. Luckily my jeans and pick hoodie kept me warm enough not to complain. It was getting dark and we were getting ready to leave. This beautiful garden was getting more and more eerie as the sun sank further. The darkness consumed the beauty of all the plants, and made all the nooks and crevices of the garden seem darker and full of mystery. The beautiful white noise we were listening too began to sound more frightening and less relaxing. Insects, frogs and other little creature were filling the night with their own music causing a screeching like noise. I look to him and explained my desire to leave. With a half smile he said “A few more minutes”. I trusted his ability to protect me and thought I was probably over reacting. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me a touch closer. We spent more time talking and enjoying the pleasant evening. Though I was becoming more anxious with the deepening darkness, I felt safe knowing I had