I Am a Writer
[b]Here's some more spontaneous word throw up. It's not edited and I wrote this only my tablet. Critiques are welcomed.[/b]
Faye's mom told her not to got into the closet on the far end of the house, ever. That's where she kept her top secret things, she would tell Faye.
Yet Faye probed her mother for more answers on those "top secret things" only to get scolded and sent to her room for being too curious.
At the age of ten, Faye was considered not bright by her mother, well, not as smart as her own mother by that age. Her mother would boast on how she was already learning algebra, sweeping through books after books of medicine, and could recite Shakespeare at the drop of the hat. She proved the Shakespeare bit to be true.
Faye's dreams, hopes, and desires to be the greatest doctor were all shatter, when she fell in love with a man who left her when Faye was born.
She resented the child because she was all she had left and it wasn't enough. So she had her secret closet in which Faye was the never enter.
Faye wanted to obey her mother, but the nagging curiosity got the best of her.
At night, one cold day, the nagging was strong as if the closet was calling to her to come, begging for her to open it up and discover the secrets her mother hid from her.
Her mother was fast asleep at this time. She could hear her snoring as if she was right in her ear, but she was only a bed space away.
With success she head towards the other side, where the closet stood towering over her with its dark wooded polished doors. She place her hand on the knob, her heart skipped a beat as she felt the coolness of the glossy golden door knobs.
Faye's mom told her not to got into the closet on the far end of the house, ever. That's where she kept her top secret things, she would tell Faye.
Yet Faye probed her mother for more answers on those "top secret things" only to get scolded and sent to her room for being too curious.
At the age of ten, Faye was considered not bright by her mother, well, not as smart as her own mother by that age. Her mother would boast on how she was already learning algebra, sweeping through books after books of medicine, and could recite Shakespeare at the drop of the hat. She proved the Shakespeare bit to be true.
Faye's dreams, hopes, and desires to be the greatest doctor were all shatter, when she fell in love with a man who left her when Faye was born.
She resented the child because she was all she had left and it wasn't enough. So she had her secret closet in which Faye was the never enter.
Faye wanted to obey her mother, but the nagging curiosity got the best of her.
At night, one cold day, the nagging was strong as if the closet was calling to her to come, begging for her to open it up and discover the secrets her mother hid from her.
Her mother was fast asleep at this time. She could hear her snoring as if she was right in her ear, but she was only a bed space away.
With success she head towards the other side, where the closet stood towering over her with its dark wooded polished doors. She place her hand on the knob, her heart skipped a beat as she felt the coolness of the glossy golden door knobs.
