Friday, December 5, 2008

Drawing the story...

"The sun shines bright and the sky is so blue that it could trick you into believing it to be a warm day. As the wind blows I pull the hood over my head and shove my hands into the pockets of my sweater, hunkering deep into a slouch against the harsh cold. "


In the process of constructing the world that Bethany lives in I used allot of real life experience. The sights, sounds, smells and the air all around. This particular sentence was inspired during play time outside with the two adorably rotten children I care for while mommies and daddies are at work. The previous days had been cloudy and even some rain fell, so when the sun shone bright on this day, we had the opportunity to play out side for the first time in days. I opened the back door ready to release them to the world, when the wind cut through me like a knife. Holy crap I thought to my self, it is way to pretty looking a day to be this freaking cold. So I had to gather the two screaming and crying toddlers, to bundle up. I am sure they thought I was toying with their emotions, opening the play door like that, then slamming it shut. After fighting the two children squirming to break free of my arms while reaching for the "door of play", jackets and hats successfully donned, we stepped out to the patio for play time.
They didn't notice the cold at all, the plastic slide, car and tricycle, kept them preoccupied. But not me. I sat in the plastic Adirondack style chair, notebook in hand shivering like mad. I was just as bundled as they were, and one look to the gorgeous blue sky and I knew that Bethany would have to suffer this cold torture if I had to endure it. So she winds up at the park, where this simple observation on the contradiction of the appearance of and actual weather can be expressed.

I hope I did justice to the explanation, and I hope someone can find this article useful in drawing (thanks again Bobby) their own story, but mostly; I hope you had a good laugh at my expense.

The Tortured Soul-a short story- by Jessie O.

This is the first complete story I have posted, a labor of love and sleepless hours. I hope you enjoy the tale of Bethany and Jon. Two souls brought together by life's sometimes sketchy circumstance, in a dilapidated apartment building.
Please, pass the story along, and leave a comment; good, bad, or indifferent.
Thanks to everyone who believed in me when I didn't believe in my self and pushed me when I wanted to quit. This is my gift to you for all the wisdom shared on drawing a story with words. I truly am a more wealthy woman today for having so many friends and family to turn to for advice and those "stupid" questions that you all helped me answer.

Enjoy!



The Tortured Soul The Tortured Soul Jessie O. The story of Bethany, a woman who has been tormented by a demon in the limbo of awake and sleep. She is harassed playfully by her neighbor Jon, until she surrenders to his advances and finds true love and her self in the intimate few hours they spend together.