It always came right when it wasn't wanted.
She sighed as she watched the raindrops splatter to the ground and onto the window pane. Why did the clouds always come at the worst times?
Not when everyone was sick. Not when the teachers shooed their students into the grueling hot sun. Not when track and field practice took extra time. It always came on a Saturday, when a carefully planned picnic was about to take place. Never sooner, never later. Right then.
She flopped down on the couch, her eyes boring into the ceiling. There was nothing to do! Nothing!
She forced herself to her feet and dragged herself to the kitchen, half-heartedly opening the fridge. A bruised apple. Spoiled milk. Too sweet jam.
In short, nothing to eat.
She huffed at the lack of good snacks before plopping herself in the computer chair and starting up the achingly slow device. Finally, it stopped loading, she logged in and saw, to her surprise, a document was already open on the desktop. One that she hadn't written.
Welcome to One Warrior.
I recently was admiring my profile, and I was startled by how cluttered and overwhelming my story list was becoming. So, I decided to combine them all, to create an account of sorts.
One Warrior is a collection of all my Warriors one-shots ever posted - and to be posted.
So come in. Please. Enter and let yourself be taken. Also your senses to be ensnared and your mind's eye to see and my words to be its guide.
This is a collection of one-shots, yes, but it's also my story. It's my story in becoming a writer, in adapting my style, in being me on in a place where no one knows me.
Read. Review. Enjoy.
Welcome to One Warrior.
She shrugged and kept scrolling down, interest sparking...