bon bah pour ceux qui s'intéresse à ce que j'écris (et les autres) j'ai écris ma toute première histoire, en 1000 mots précis
par contre c'est en anglais, et oui c'était un devoir d'anglais
Endless rain:
Ashley was playing the violin. Her bow was going up and down, rubbing the strings. Her arms were moving slowly, softly, gracefully. She was lost in thought, far, far away. She stopped playing and looked through the window.
As usual the sky was dark. As usual the rain came pouring down. As usual water was running down the walls. As usual. She was sick of it. Each day was repeating to infinity. She was trapped inside the house. She had to stay at home, study various subjects, behave like a good girl and such.
Her only way of escaping the daily routine was the violin. She had been taught violin since she was four. She was already considered as a prodigy. A fourteen-year-old genius. But she didn't want that. Instead of going at some party she would rather go out, in town, run, jump into puddles, dirty her dress. In one word she wanted to be free.
Ashley sighed. There was no point in hoping for the impossible. Her mother would never agree with that. Moreover she was the only heir of an old distinguished family. She had to marry and inherit the title. She couldn't venture to do whatever she wanted.
She lifted her arm, put her bow on the strings when suddenly she heard noises. There seemed to be some commotion in the house. She opened the door and took a look in the hallway. Nobody was there. It was strange; there was always one or two men guarding her door. Something was happening and it was no good news.
She put her violin back in its case, took her coat, a scarf, an umbrella and the case and went out or her room. She was walking quickly, trying not to make a sound. She was worried but also excited. She was surprised when she saw that nobody guarded the front door. It could be a bad idea after all.
It was then that she heard voices coming to her. She didn't think anymore and rushed out. She went down a few steps, passed the gate right under the nose of some men, and run away.
Not long after she found herself on an unknown bridge. She looked around her: nobody followed her. Then she realised. She was outside. For the first time. Outside. And alone. Nobody to look after her all the time. Nobody to tell her what she had to do. No soldier guarding her like some jewel, no bodyguard, no teacher, nobody. She smiled. She was free to do what she liked. Free at last.
She looked at the passers-by. They were all alike. The head down, watching at their feet. Nobody noticed her. She took a deep breath. It had been long since she had this feeling. She was happy. Not bored but happy, joyful, blissful, thrilled. She was overjoyed with delight.
She took her violin and played. She played as she had never made it. She played a wonderful melody, full of hope and optimism. The passers-by stopped to hear her. They were all fascinated by this song. It was as if time had stopped. It was magic. Just magic. She felt like there was only herself and her violin in the whole world. Ashley raised her bow a last time. The last note hovered in the airs. When she opened her eyes, the spell had been raised.
She shivered. She was soaked to the skin. She was cold and couldn't stop shaking. She hadn't noticed the rain earlier. She opened her umbrella and ran. She had to cover herself to protect her violin from water. She ran, ran and ran without knowing where she was going.
Soon she reached a desolated street. There was a young boy lying on the ground. He stared at her, at her soaked dress, her violin case, her wet long black hair, her pale face. She was in such a pitiful state that nobody would have believed she was from the nobility. He didn't look better. Both of them stayed there, looking at each other in the eyes. The boy was kind of mysterious. She sneezed.
“Come here, you will catch a cold if you stay there.” He said with a smile.
He kindly stretched out a blanket to her. She sat next to him. Time passed. They didn't say a word. She was tired. She wasn't used to run so much. The sound of the rain lulled her. It was hard to stay awake. Little by little she fell asleep.
Some voices woke her up. Two men were talking under a porch, some meters away. The young boy was still next to her. He was looking at the two, frowning.
“It seems like they're searching for someone” he muttered to himself.
“Who are they?” Ashley asked.
“Bad guys,” he answered “come on. It's better to leave”
Ashley looked behind her. The two men were looking at her. Ashley and the boy ran; the men followed them. The two children tried to run away from them but they couldn't manage to shed them.
“If we get into the church we will be alright” the boy said, showing her an old belfry.
They turned at the coin of the cemetery. There was a light, a big noise. Ashley fell down. The third man, who they hadn't seen, lowered his gun. The boy had fled away.
The three men seemed to be arguing. Ashley couldn't hear them very well. “Something about …..a ransom. I think”
Their voices were fading away. Ashley was fine. She was free. She had made a friend, or so she thought. She squeezed her violin's case. There were no more sound, just silence. Ashley was cold. Something fell on her hand. It was small, light, soft. Snow. Ashley smiled. That was the first time she had seen snow. But she always thought snow was white, yet it seemed red to her.
“ A blood-red snow.” she whispered.
Mer 1 Sep - 8:48
