New Project Preview

A while ago I began writing a story (think it’s from July’s Camp NaNo) and today I’d thought that I could share a short excerpt from it for you!!

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Time is almost like money. The more you have, the more you can do. If you spend it well, you’ll have a good life. You can waste it or throw it away on pointless things. But most of all like money, it runs out.

Death invades the most peaceful homes. It takes your time from you, and sucks you dry so that no more memories will be made.

You can make time for people, or for certain activities but you will by no means be granted more time.

I hate it. Some people deserve more time. Some people deserve less. My grandfather certainly deserved more than he got.

Dull funerals with black clothing and watery cheeks are the outcome of death. Most funerals-at least this one- also feature flowers donated by close family members or friends. However, that was not the case for this funeral.

As I stood in the showing room, the casket before me, it was not the scent of flowers that assaulted my senses. It was the noise of a dozen of different clocks ticking in synchronization.

You see, gramps was in love with clocks, a love that he had passed on to my father and I. I had examined the clocks one by one before placing them around the casket.

Morbidly, I had thought to take the batteries out of them, so they were all stopped. Although my grandmother had chuckled at the idea, she had suggested that I leave them alone.

So after listening to each one carefully and picking out the ones that were either a second slow or fast, I organized them so they were in order from earliest to latest so that they clicked in a satisfying ‘tick’.

The funeral wouldn’t begin for another hour, but I felt like I needed just a bit more time with gramps before his burial. It was a closed casket, which matched gramps perfectly. He didn’t like people looking at him in general, even more if he wasn’t around to advert their attention.

The closed casket idea ran in the family, I guess. Not quite three years ago I attended a funeral for my father. It was a hunting accident.

My mother has been out of the picture since birth, but somehow I wished that my father’s death could have harbored some sort of a reach out. Instead, depressed and disappointed, my grandparents let me invade their home.

“Are you alright, dear?” Gram asked, peering through the doorway.

“Are you?”

“No. Hopefully, someday we can be alright together.” she said, walking into the room and grabbing my hand.

Gram had a forever beauty. She was draped in black silk, which complemented her porcelain skin. Her silver hair fell in curls to her cheeks, and her striking honey eyes could lure in the most troubled of souls.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked miserably, the familiar feeling of loss creeping into my veins.

“I think we deserve a fresh start. Gramps had some money saved up, and I’m ready for a house on the beach.” Gram suggested, a twinkle in her eye.

“Really?” I asked, surprised at the suggestion. It was summer, and the promise of new beginnings made me rise out of my doom for a moment.

“It can be your post-graduation pre-college present, Melly.” Gram winked. Gram was the only person I allowed to call me Melly. Most people called me Mel, because apparently it was easier for them to say instead of my full name Melanie.

“I like the sound of that.” I told her honestly.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll definitely be posting more excerpts from it at some point. I love the story line that I have so far with this one.

Anyways, with less than a week until April, I encourage you all to think about joining in on Camp NaNo for a fun-filled month!!!

 

Happy Writing!

-Kate

One thought on “New Project Preview

  1. This is really good!

    On Mon, Mar 27, 2017 at 6:51 PM, KatelynJaneOfficial wrote:

    > katelynjane99 posted: “A while ago I began writing a story (think it’s > from July’s Camp NaNo) and today I’d thought that I could share a short > excerpt from it for you!! _______ Time is almost like money. The more you > have, the more you can do. If you spend it well, you’ll hav” >

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