I Like Writing Stories
I started writing this story on Experience Project, and I will post it again and may add more chapters if people like it and want me to add more.
Here is the first chapter of a story I will be writing. This is the fiction story about the daughter of a Indian tribe, who is going to marry whoever her father chooses for her, and what happens when she falls in love with someone. The Title is My New Life
My New Life
Chapter 1
Peering through the bear rug divider that separated my room from the conference room, I saw him. He was not the average Indian man who had been coming with their fathers to ask for my hand since I was 13. He was different. He did not have black, long, hair, like most of men on my tribe did. His hair was black well enough, but his hair was very short, like someone had cut it with a axe, and he was wearing cloth in his upper body, something that most of the men in my tribe rarely do. He had beautiful skin, that seemed to glow in the moonlight almost.
He was sitting beside his father silently, as all men must do during this process, but he was looking around curiously, like he has never been in a hut before. I watched him, and tried to make out what my father and his were saying. But I eventually gave up, they were speaking to softly, and watched him. He was looking around so much, I was afraid I was going to be spotted. At one time, I stupidly, sighed loudly, and my father said in a loud voice "Do speak up for the sake of my daughter listening behind the divider." My mother heard him and instantly rushed me into the kitchen. I was afraid she would be angry with me, but my mom just smiled at me and said "My child, I want to scold you but I can not. It's natural for you to be curious about who you are going to marry." You seem my mother's marriage to my father was also arranged, so, she understand what I am going through. "So, what do you think of him?" My mother asked with a knowing smile. To be continued..
Here is the first chapter of a story I will be writing. This is the fiction story about the daughter of a Indian tribe, who is going to marry whoever her father chooses for her, and what happens when she falls in love with someone. The Title is My New Life
My New Life
Chapter 1
Peering through the bear rug divider that separated my room from the conference room, I saw him. He was not the average Indian man who had been coming with their fathers to ask for my hand since I was 13. He was different. He did not have black, long, hair, like most of men on my tribe did. His hair was black well enough, but his hair was very short, like someone had cut it with a axe, and he was wearing cloth in his upper body, something that most of the men in my tribe rarely do. He had beautiful skin, that seemed to glow in the moonlight almost.
He was sitting beside his father silently, as all men must do during this process, but he was looking around curiously, like he has never been in a hut before. I watched him, and tried to make out what my father and his were saying. But I eventually gave up, they were speaking to softly, and watched him. He was looking around so much, I was afraid I was going to be spotted. At one time, I stupidly, sighed loudly, and my father said in a loud voice "Do speak up for the sake of my daughter listening behind the divider." My mother heard him and instantly rushed me into the kitchen. I was afraid she would be angry with me, but my mom just smiled at me and said "My child, I want to scold you but I can not. It's natural for you to be curious about who you are going to marry." You seem my mother's marriage to my father was also arranged, so, she understand what I am going through. "So, what do you think of him?" My mother asked with a knowing smile. To be continued..
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