Where There's A Will
I was asked to write a short story by Raynwomaan that relates to a letter of the alphabet. She kindly chose the letter for me, here. Just in case you’re like me and can’t work it out, it’s the ‘W. Anyway, below is my effort. It’s a children’s story. Sort of.
William waited, watching for any movement on the road. He knew it would take a while for them to arrive and he thought, wistfully, about the time he’d last clapped eyes on his sister, Winifred.
As he waited it felt as if there was some magic that was making the clock hands go widdershins, it had been so long since his sister had been in his life. Sometimes it felt like a world away. He stood up, his excess body weight forcing him to waddle his way to the kitchen, his many chins wobbling every which way. He needed a cup of tea, something to calm him down. While he admitted that he was looking forward to seeing Winifred, something made his heart flutter, as if there was a weakening of sorts happening inside his chest.
The kettle whistled as it came to the boil and William lifted it gingerly, the handle feeling white hot against his clammy skin. Why was he feeling so weird?
The hours passed by and Winifred had yet to appear, to come knocking at the door, and William realised he missed the familiar whack of her hand as it connected with the wood. He decided something must have happened to his sister on her way to his home, something that, when he let his mind wander brought fear winging its way to his heart.
“I can’t just sit around here, waiting,” William said to himself. “I can’t wonder any longer about what might have occurred on the way here. I’m off to find out, I’m off to wander the surrounding area to find my sister.
And so, William left his home for the first time in, well, in weeks.
Once he was outside, William discovered that changes had come about since his last venture into the big wide world . A wall of spiky thorns had sprung up and created an impenetrable forest that William felt sure he’d never get through. And perhaps he wouldn’t have, had the wizard not suddenly appeared beside him, whispering in his ear.
We will never know what the wizard spoke into William’s ear that day, but whatever it was it seemed to galvanise his spirit. People still talk about what happened that day in reverential tones.
They talked in hushed voices about how William had picked up a sword and begun to hack his way through the forest of thorns as if in a frenzy. Later, stories emerged that Winifred, William’s sister was being held captive in her home by an evil witch and the wizard had been the bearer of the news. It was this information that had made William whisk himself off through the thorny forest at great speed. No one else had been able to hack their way through, which just goes to prove: where there’s a Will there’s a way .
THE END
8 comments:
This is meant to be a little bit silly, as stories go. Created in half an hour this morning, I've highlighted the 'W' words, just in case you couldn't spot them!
It's a bit lame, but I hope it's enjoyable enough to make you want to read some of the more serious efforts on this blog.
Thanks again to Raynwomaan for the creative prompt.
purplesimon out...
what a neat bloody idea! I mean it.
Just been reading the issue of the Sentence from its inclusion of British writers. Quite the array of styles. Seems I should send a copy to you. If you're interested, send me your snail address via Email and I'll get one off in the post upon my return (two weeks).
But it's a challenge to follow the letter and i think you have done an almost science job of using W to it's fullest! Very neat!
-g+bb
Simon HI!
Simple and pleasurable!
xx
-Sue
Hah! Good to see you are still around and still creating!!! Thought you'd dropped off the planet, but evidently, you haven't!
Hi Simon,
I can't get over that I missed you thus far. Great stuff.
xAmanda
Púrpulencito:
Where there is a will, indeed, there is a way. Words of wisdom, no?
Here would be my first sentence, were I not too lazy to write:
"His ass was too pointy, she told him, as he adjusted his jeans in front of the mirror. Two sharp peaks, she said, like the letter "W." Don't sit on my lap!
The other customers listened in, apparently amused, apparently trying to catch a glimpse.
OK... got the comment on Llama. I am dry, my darling. Challenge me with a prompt and I'll deliver something.
Sweet. Wish I could keep my stories to a half a page and a half an hour!
I'm near Brick lane, let's have coffee and be trendsetters ;).
My x-rated novella and pen name:
www.lewisdodgson.blogspot.com
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