I thought it would be interesting to share a but of my writing with you today. This is a piece I wrote a little over a year ago for a contest on a website. Unfortunately, I never found out who won. Oh well. It’s a little shorter than a hundred words according to MS Word, and to be honest, I’m still not sure what I think about it. Weird, huh?

Whatever she once wanted, whatever she once needed, she didn’t want or need it any more. All she wanted was a kiss.

His lips were so close, she could almost feel them. She wondered how they would feel on hers as she watched him talk.

What he was saying was not important, she wasn’t paying attention anyway, she just watched his lips move. They were perfect. Watching them move was perfect.

She leaned in closer to him, pretending she couldn’t hear.

He stopped talking. She mustered all of her courage, and took a chance.

She kissed him.

This is something I wrote during my holiday. I’m not entirely happy with it, so I’d very much like some feedback.

That afternoon I made my way to the playground to sit quietly and write. At first I was alone, but nothing much came of writing. I simply didn’t have the inspiration. Then after a while a mother and three children showed up to play volleyball; the mother and the younger child against two older children. They weren’t very good at it, but they seemed to have fun.

I observed them for a while and they didn’t really seem to notice me, which was fine by me.

When I got sick of the swing I sat on I moved to the slide. It was worked into the side of the hill at quite a steep angle. The highness of it all made me feel on top of the world, and then I saw a spot that was even better of observing, if only it hadn’t been fenced off, and there was a way for me to get there.

As I watched the little boys, that had appeared a few minutes earlier, on the swing swinging away happily, standing on the swing, going almost horizontal, I suddenly felt the urge to do something crazy and dangerous. Sliding down the slide was neither really, but it felt like it was both, so I did it.

That afternoon nothing much came of writing, but I was happy just observing.