She isn’t startled by the night-black of the wall in front of her, nor the stark white of the ground beneath her feet. It’s a stoic womb, one that gives birth in cold waves of indifference and modernization, and obsession with the latter. She’s obsessed with the latter. A change, and a movement to find more black, more white. To mix everything they have in their little sharp cold world until its gray. Her name is Cira, which means Sun.
Author notes
I'm trying to get an experimental story written, where the main character makes a symbolic journey from cold colors to warm colors. Her name is supposed to be ironic and forshadow stuff. This is all I have so far, and may indeed be all I ever have, haha. =]
(I'm musicalmousie, by the way)
A contest entry
- Starting Paragraphs by LiveLoveJabberwocky.
175 points, ended December 25, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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That sounds like a very interesting story! Based on this paragraph, it's going to be amazing. I'd really like to read it; sounds like my kinda thing. Anyway, that was a very good paragraph, well-written and just plain awesome
I'll have to make a note to read more of your work.
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Thank you so much! =D
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