On that particular morning,

Somewhere along the way, without knowing quite how or quite when, wednesdays had become her favorite day of the week. On that particular morning, she woke up and

That line popped into my head out of the blue today. I scribbled it down and thought it would make a great beginning to a short story or even novel. Wanna have a go at it? Give me some possible continuations to this sentence. Whether a couple of words or a couple of pages.

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10 thoughts on “On that particular morning,

  1. felt that never has the sun shone brighter. And with the warmth of the sun engulfing her, she smiled because on this day, the sun reflected the fire that shines so brightly inside of her. On this day, it finally understood.

    First thing that came into my head haha

      • Hey Blushing – as requested, here’s some dialogue from a script I’m currently writing about a character named Blue and her adventures in New york City. This is character she meets along the way:
        “I’m the wolf, little Blue.
        But I assure you, not what you’ve heard.
        Not at all what you’ve heard. I’m so misunderstood,
        misunderstood wolf.
        I’m the side of the story that nobody tells
        because it’s lost somewhere between
        what people believe
        and the reality of their imagination.”

  2. On that particular morning, she woke up and smiled as she got flashes of her dreams running through her mind. She couldn’t remember exactly what it was she dreamt, but she remembered a feeling of sheer happiness that stuck with her. She knew seeing him again was going to feel wonderful, just like in her dreams. She hadn’t seen him in over two years but the excitement she felt was beyond anything she could have expected. He had never left her mind, not really. Even when she was still with Malek, and even though she loved him, when she thought of Karim her heartbeats grew faster and her mind wandered off.

    He was so different, you see. Not like anyone she’d ever met. Mysterious and reserved –yet they would have the most interesting conversations together. He was nothing like Malek. His opposite, actually. He loved books and nature and traveling, just like her, and from the moment they met, she had felt as if she’d known him forever. There was an infinite amount of trust between them, almost immediately. “Maybe we know each other from another life,” she joked one day. “Maybe,” he had answered.

    And now, after all these years, she was finally going to see him again. She had tracked down his number a few weeks ago and managed to get a hold of him. She had been so excited just from hearing his voice again, and she hadn’t stopped smiling since. And on that particular morning, she knew that her life was going to change. She always knew he had a thing for her –he had told her so. Something she had tried to ignore when she was with Malek, still happy. Or at least she thought she was. But there was always a side of her that wondered what her life would be like with Karim. She’d close her eyes and imagine the adventures. The backpacking trips and getting her hands dirty, the amount of knowledge and books they would share, shedding off all superficiality, materialistic needs, and sticking to what is important. And now she thought there was a chance after all for her to discover that life. She was going to see him again, and she knew he felt the same way about her as she did about him. He had to be. This was a feeling that could only exist if shared.

  3. Somewhere along the way, without knowing quite how or quite when, wednesday had become her favorite day. On that particular morning, she woke up with a purpose. Today was hers and it was a fact. The window in her room was never that impressive as that morning as she lifted the curtains, invited a chilly breeze in, and waited.

    What do you think she was waiting for?

    Write a few lines and send it back to me …

  4. Somewhere along the way, without knowing quite how or quite when, Wednesdays had become her favorite day of the week. On that particular morning, she woke up and gazed across the room to spot his lifeless cold body on the floor.
    He had it coming, that’s all what mattered at this point, and she couldn’t undo what she had been craving to do for so many years.
    She got out of his warm bed and walked over to his cold body. With the tip of her toes she nudged his brutal manly face as if still not sure whether he might wake up again to give her the daily dose of beating she got accustomed to.

    He didn’t move…He is dead….. She smiled…. It’s Wednesday and it just became her favorite day of the week.

  5. for the first time in years she felt liberated from an emotional weight that she had unknowingly been carrying for longer than she could remember. For a while now she had been searching for answers. She had read somewhere that in order to be in alignment with your true life path you had to set aside some alone time to meditate. She had been doing that every Tuesday night for the past four months. She would clear her Tuesday evenings and come home earlier than usual. She slept peacefully on those nights. She started to wake up on Wednesday mornings feeling full of joy and hope only to be sucked back into her usual gnawing pain a few hours later following her first interactions with her clients or her colleagues. This Wednesday morning was different, she could feel it. It was like a revelation, a preview of what life can be like if she could be free from this weight. Maybe it was the dream she had that morning. Such an emotionally intense dream that she woke up from with tears in her eyes. Tears of liberation, of finally seeing and understanding…

  6. Somewhere along the way, without knowing quite how or quite when, Wednesdays had become her favorite day of the week. On that particular morning, she woke up powerless. She felt a loss of control. Control over her life. Thoughts were rushing through when she realized she wasn’t alone in the room. There were at least a dozen beds with people sleeping in them. It was early morning, the sun haven’t shined yet. Where was she, who are these people. The last thing she remembered was her parents taking off to some dinner party. She looked up trying to look for signs of familiarity. Nothing. Not the room, not the beds, not the walls, not the doors. She started going through her stuff when she stumbled upon a picture. Then it all came back to her: the intensity of the memories along with the tears. Somehow, a week ago, on her so called favorite day, she had become an orphan.

  7. Somewhere along the way, without knowing quite how or quite when, Wednesdays had become her favorite day of the week. On that particular morning, she woke up powerless. She felt a loss of control. Control over her life. Thoughts were rushing when she realized she wasn’t alone in the room. There were at least a dozen beds with people sleeping in them. It was early morning, the sun haven’t shined yet. Where was she, who are these people. The last thing she remembered was her parents taking off to some dinner party. She looked up trying to look for signs of familiarity. Nothing. Not the room, not the beds, not the walls, not the doors. She started going through her stuff when she stumbled upon a picture. Then it all came back to her: the intensity of the memories along with the tears. Somehow, a week ago, on her so called favorite day, she had become an orphan.

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