Addy was turning twenty today. There was nobody at her home, no presents on her table, not even a card for her in the mailbox- at least not yet - and for this reason she had been sitting in the same place for roughly an hour now, dreaming her future as she cuddled up with a book. It was a romance novel, her favorite actually, and although she’d read it at least five times it never seemed to grow old to her; regardless of the way the beloved always died at the end. And as usual, it amplified the melancholy feelings she always felt, which had already grown worse with the somber winter.
2007-11-07
14:59:31
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She closed its covers and stood at last; her long brown hair falling down to her shoulders. Outside, the light purr of a cold motor stalled for a bit, then started up again as it left into the distance. Addy put on her slippers, and stretched as she slowly made her way into the kitchen, out through the door, down the driveway, and to the front of her old bronze mailbox which she opened with greedy hands. The spoils were counted: two birthday cards - one from Chris and another from Angela; an invitation to her own birthday party – from mom; and an ad for a furniture sale - from some store she had never heard of before. She threw the last one away.
2007-11-07
15:03:31 ·
update #1
Satisfied with her loot, Addy slammed the mailbox shut a bit too hardly and it flew off of its flimsy base. The mailbox rolled a bit in the snow, and the lid popped open as out slid another letter. She turned it over, and looked at the Address, “Elizabeth Grey,” Addy read to herself, “1329 Oak St.” She looked a little farther, and saw the letter was sent to Reedsdale - only a few miles away from her house. Curiosity enveloped her; and without second thought she opened the letter. Addy skimmed the letter once: it was a love letter, from someone named Gaines. She read it a second time, and a third, and a fourth.. Addy read it once again slowly pronouncing each word. She laughed at herself for being so silly, and silly she was, for not only had she had just fallen in love, but she had fallen in love with someone she had never met. Addy looked at the envelope one more time, but there was no return address on it. She trudged back inside and fell onto the couch; on which she promptly fainted
2007-11-07
15:03:59 ·
update #2
hope you guys dont mind if I added the next two paragraphs.. they need work, but this is stil la rough draft with the absolute smallest number of revisions possible.
2007-11-07
15:04:55 ·
update #3
I was afraid it would be boring, but after these three paragraphs the dialogue picks up dramatically.
And besides her life IS boring until the latter of the three paragraphs.
2007-11-07
15:44:38 ·
update #4