My firs short story- Fallen
I am an African women who has always loved star gazign late at night when the stars come out to play. As a little girl, I always wondered what happens to a shooting star. Does it simply disappear?
This short story is based on based on a young me and my obsessipn with stars. It might seem cringe but I absolutely looooove the whole idea. I feel like as writers we must think outside os the box and write about things that are out of our comfort zone.
Exactly what I did.
Publishing the story on Inkitt has been the best decision I could have ever made.
Here’s a snippet
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The kids in the village caused her grieve. Often times they mocked and humiliated her. At this point in her life, she was so used to being called the “woman of four eyes.” Too many, this constant taunting and humiliation would have caused them to feel miserable and sorry for themselves. Not her. Kani didn’t care about the insults and constant taunts. Perhaps that’s why her family abandoned her.
Although her village was busy and loud, she had curiosity that made her feel like she stood out. Her heart lived up there, beyond the shimmering, glittering stars. Her hearts and thoughts where always in a distant world beyond the stars.
One night, the moon seemed different, fuller, even brighter.
Its glow was so strong it looked like the entire village was bathed in the most beautiful light. It was so intense that Kani felt like something wonderful would happen.
As she sat by the fire that cold evening, her head tilted back, eyes wide, she spotted a shooting star.
She has seen many shooting stars before but this one in particular was definitely different. It came down at an amazing speed, trailing fire behind it. It crashed into the woods a walking distance from her home.
I still have to grow as a writer. Baby steps!
