Black-Rimmed Glasses and Toothpaste

September 28, 2010
By EmmyGrangerDC BRONZE, Houston, Texas
EmmyGrangerDC BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

Why is it that the one who made you cry is the only one that can keep you from crying? - Anonymous


My mom was to come home in twenty minutes, and I still hadn't gone to the store for the groceries. She was going to kill me. I'd decided to stay in the library after school because I needed to finish an essay in English, a very significant essay; it was worth 60% of my overall grade, and Mrs. Damask was intent on torturing us till the end of May came around. As soon as the essay was saved on my flash drive, I whirled around to look for the clock in the library, hoping I hadn't taken half of my afternoon. Twitching slightly, the lean minute hand slowly made it's way to the twelve. The hour hand yearned to reach the six. I was very, very late.

I ran out of the school waddling like a duck, for my messenger bag brought me down only on one side, and I held my keys on the hand opposite it. I pressed the Unlock button, and I heard my black Ford F-150 beep twice from the end of the student parking lot. I shrieked in complaint of the idiocy of my decision to stay after school. I waddled all the way, opened the door, shoved my stuff in the copilot seat, and practically hurled myself in. I was irritated to the core; I backed out of the parking lot, and sped my way to the nearest grocery store, which in this case, happened to be Wal-Mart.

I think I'd have taken less time going to the next town over and coming back, because it was packed in there. People going every which way, pushing, shoving, apparently they were having rollbacks today, and I was the only person who hadn't known. It was total chaos. I made my way through the swarm, and found the hygiene section. What had my mom wanted? Toothpaste, shampoo, her cough drops...

As I scrolled down the list in my head, with toothpaste already in hand, I crashed into someone, and I fell to the floor. All I remember is waking up, what seemed like hours later, into the strong arms of a stranger. He wore square, black rimmed glasses, and his light brown eyes were magnified behind them, as were his long eyelashes. His face was olive colored, and his arms were too. His expression was worried, and I heard no sounds of rushing people, but the faint sound of trees rustling and birds chirping. The words that managed to leave my mouth were about the most embarrassing words I'd ever heard myself say.

"You're beautiful..."

When the story was told to me of how this happened long after, I was sure I'd been on something that Autumn day.

The author's comments:
Most of my writing is based on one thing and one thing only: I was either not ready to go sleep, or I was bored out of my mind. This story was created from both. I hope you enjoy it, there might be another part, or should I say, there will be a new part.
PS. There's no picture because if you're like me, no matter what the author describes a person as, I'll imagine them as the picture. Let your imagination run wild.

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on Dec. 20 2011 at 11:23 pm
awensman95 SILVER, Alexandria, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"All dreams come true if we have the courage to pursue them." - Walt Disney

Well I thought it was cute :) especially the end - wasn't expecting it. 

 


on May. 19 2011 at 10:32 am
EmmyGrangerDC BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

Why is it that the one who made you cry is the only one that can keep you from crying? - Anonymous

Umm, I didn't take creatice writing classes but I had an English teacher that pushed me to writing. My dad is also an influence, to. He wants me to finish a book someday.

on Nov. 29 2010 at 3:12 pm
Mykindapeopledontcarewhatyouthink BRONZE, Gueydan, Louisiana
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I read some of your work and i found it to be amazing. and you do know what you're talking about. Have you taken creative writing classes?

on Nov. 28 2010 at 10:00 pm
xAllegria BRONZE, Singapore, Other
1 article 2 photos 112 comments

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Ça fait tellement du bien d’aimer les gens qu’on aime, que ça finit par faire mal. Je sais pas comment on survit a ça. Non franchement, je sais pas. LOL (laughing out loud) ®, Lola.

The details are okay, actually, as Mykindapeople said, the problem is that they're not used for the rest of the story when they could add a lot of spice, and it seems like the details are too focused on the beginning of the story and then the action is quite short. Glad you're not offended or anything, your style is quite good, it's basically the structure which needs work :)

on Nov. 28 2010 at 9:43 pm
EmmyGrangerDC BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

Why is it that the one who made you cry is the only one that can keep you from crying? - Anonymous

Yeah I was a bit taken aback by your comment, but I appreciate the honesty. See, I've noticed that in most of my pieces I don't give ENOUGH information, which is why I tried my hardest to give some in this piece. I guess I gave way too much. At least now I know where my ground is. Thanks.

on Nov. 28 2010 at 8:10 pm
xAllegria BRONZE, Singapore, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Ça fait tellement du bien d’aimer les gens qu’on aime, que ça finit par faire mal. Je sais pas comment on survit a ça. Non franchement, je sais pas. LOL (laughing out loud) ®, Lola.

Sorry, I'm always a bit harsh when I comment, I just like letting people know what comes to my mind directly. But I definitely like the piece- the only thing that disturbed me is the way you expect the details to contribute more to the story. So what the writer should do is maybe flesh out the action part a little more, because the setting of the scene takes about 3/4 of the story. Which isn't a bad thing, only the reader feels a little disappointed that we don't get more of a "story" after. :) Sorry if i've crushed any feelings i never mean to.

on Nov. 28 2010 at 5:15 pm
Mykindapeopledontcarewhatyouthink BRONZE, Gueydan, Louisiana
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Wow. That was harsh. I liked not knowing where it was going and what you called "unnessasary details" gives us a feel for the story and the setting. 

on Nov. 4 2010 at 7:01 pm
EmmyGrangerDC BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

Why is it that the one who made you cry is the only one that can keep you from crying? - Anonymous

I suppose that's okay feedback...

on Oct. 3 2010 at 11:05 pm
EmmyGrangerDC BRONZE, Houston, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.

Why is it that the one who made you cry is the only one that can keep you from crying? - Anonymous

Umm thanks?

on Oct. 3 2010 at 9:40 pm
apocalyptigirl BRONZE, Staunton, Virginia
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"DON'T PANIC." ~from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

Hahahahha that would be extremely embarrassing. I'm not as harsh as xAllegria, but it does seem like a random story; i would expect to see something of her mom or more of the random guy. :) Would you mind reading my story? Thank you!

 


on Oct. 3 2010 at 8:00 pm
xAllegria BRONZE, Singapore, Other
1 article 2 photos 112 comments

Favorite Quote:
Ça fait tellement du bien d’aimer les gens qu’on aime, que ça finit par faire mal. Je sais pas comment on survit a ça. Non franchement, je sais pas. LOL (laughing out loud) ®, Lola.

Your story flings back and forth a little too much, there's too much unnecessary detail and it's hard to see where it's going. You can write, at least ;)


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