And so the FreeWrite Party has officially ended. I survived. 50 days of writing and selfies. Whoooohooooo!! But it is not the end of FreeWrite. There's just so much more, just percolating at the @freewritehouse and you can get in on some of the action too. You've got to be in it, to spin it. Here's one I am spinning, a challenge that is a little disruptive because you have to write with another person. Find out more about We-Write here.
So I got my daughter @artik to come on board and partner with me. The prompt is "players" and we chose Option 1, where we each take turns to write for 1 minute, continuing where the other left off, til we hit 10 minutes. You can see who's writing as I have given one author Italics and the other Bold so you can see how two minds make it work. Also a big thank you to @artik for this sketch to fit the story. OK then, let's go!!
They were the best of friends, and also the worst of enemies. When they got along, everything was right. But when they didn’t see eye to eye, they hated each other.
Today it was the latter. Kiana had fallen in love with the most beautiful man. She had heard rumours that he was a player but she was sure that what he felt for her was real. And yet, Olivia, who could have anybody she wanted, kept flirting with him.
Then, Kiana did something unthinkable. Something that would probably leave a disastrous taint forever in their so-called unbreakable friendship. She was about to break her promise, a promise that made up the very foundation of their bond.
To cope with an incident, they had written all their hopes and dreams and placed it in a little wooden box. The box was buried under the apple tree. They made a pact, to dig it up when they turned 30. To see how far they had come.
Later that night, Kiana crept out of their dorm and went to the apple tree. She dug the sacred box out, ignoring the voice in her head, screaming for her to stop. The next day, she approached him, the man of her dreams, holding the box, her hands shaking ever-so-slightly.
In that box, was a note, with Olivia’s deepest, darkest, secret. At first they weren’t sure they wanted to put in any negativity but because she had overcome, they wanted it as a reminder that they could get through anything in life as long as they had each other.
They were sisters. No one would’ve guessed, they looked nothing alike. They never minded it and kept it that way. Why was it a secret? It was because they both witnessed something most people wouldn’t even fathom. Their mother’s suicide.
Olivia had blamed herself. She kept seeing her mother, talking to her and eventually had to be placed in an institution. When she got better, they left town to heal and forget the pain. They never talked about it. It helped with moving on with life.
But anger and envy clouded Kiana’s mind that night. She started thinking, what was this friendship anyway? They both pretending to go on with their lives, never really facing the truth. But still, there was that voice, small but persistent.
“What’s in that box,” he asked.
The alarm bells went off in her head . Was she really going to give up on her sister for this guy? Wasn’t the promise made over this very box not to let anybody or anything come between them. She heard her voice say.
“Nothing! It’s my assignment which I need to hand in today.”*
She walked away, her steps considerably lighter. It was as if something heavy had been lifted off her heart. With the box still in her hands, she walked to class. She realised that maybe she was a player herself, almost able to break a person’s heart just like that. She wrote the events of the day and everything she felt on a piece of paper, and kept it in the box. Later, she returned it, unbeknownst to Olivia, and baked an ‘I’m Sorry” cake.
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