Short Story: Laura’s Closet – Part Five (last one).

Here’s the last part of my less-than-two-week short story project called, “Laura’s Closet”. I do wish I had spent a bit more time on it, but it served its purpose, which was to let go and just write. It was inspired by a conversation me and two of my good friends had during my vacation back home in Vancouver. As always, I hope it inspires you in some way! Do not be afraid to just write and let go.

I’m working on another short story called, “Jehmers Donsriell’s Bequest”. I’m working on it more than “Laura’s Closet,” because it is a story I started a long time ago and never finished. I feel very good about it, which is why I want to spend a good time crafting it. There is no date when I’ll post it, because I’m not done, yet. Below is an excerpt I posted a while ago. After that, you can find all the parts of “Laura’s Closet”. Enjoy!

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Jehmers Donsriell’s bequest

She felt its sharp teeth crumbling her skin, but not a tear was shed. She was paralyzed, but she could still feel the harrowing pain, slowly rising inside her body. It absorbed any energy that she had left, and she felt hopeless. She clung to the wooden floor with her black long nails, as a last attempt to escape, scratching her way out of her own despair. It wasn’t long before her hair decayed, and her teeth began to dust from the rusty toxic wind that blew on her face. Her lungs began to collapse, as she tried to escape her imminent downfall. At last, she caught what would be, her final breath. The only thought in her mind, was regret…

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Laura’s Closet – Part One

Laura’s Closet – Part Two

Laura’s Closet – Part Three

Laura’s Closet – Part Four

Laura’s Closet – Part Five (final)

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Despite her efforts, Elena didn’t strip her off her power. Instead, she gave her a second one, the power of premonition.

Although relieved to have the power of seeing what she had been searching, it didn’t feel real.  She thought her rant to Elena was brutal enough to leave her powerless and without answers. Even though, she was speechless, she nodded and smile with gratitude. Then, Elena blinked and left, and Laura found herself in her bed, awakening early morning on the following day. “Was it all a dream?” She thought.

She sat on her bed for a few minutes, palpitating, touching everything around her, waiting for something to happen. Her eyes were sore as if she hadn’t slept for days, and a cold sweat spread throughout her body.  She placed her hand on her forehead and lied back down again. By the time she got up again, a couple of hours had passed.  She felt much better and didn’t want to waste more time. She quickly got ready and left to find Alliese and Sonia.

Before she left her building, she noticed it was pouring rain, but she had an umbrella ready. She experienced some déjà vu, but her suspicious were not confirmed, until she saw her neighbour approach. “This is a lot of rain. I should go back for an umbrella. Why is it that no one can predict such weather?” He said. She struggled to say something back, still in shock at the realization that she went back to the past. Or, did she? Could this have been the “truth” Elena was talking about?

She knew what was supposed to happen next; her meeting with Alliese and Sonia, to tell them about Mother Nature (now Elena). She stayed in the building’s lobby, and tried to contact them. But, something wasn’t right. She couldn’t find their numbers. She restarted her phone as an attempt to recover their numbers – she figured her cell phone had just crashed. However, all of her attempts had failed. She remembered she had the numbers written by her home phone. So, she went back upstairs to check –she knew their phone numbers, but for some reason she couldn’t remember.

She went inside her apartment, and noticed she didn’t have the numbers written anymore. “Something is definitely wrong here,” she said. She pinched herself a few times, just in case she was just dreaming. Everything seemed to be in order; except for the fact Alliese and Sonia were nowhere to be found. She felt lightheaded and slowly sat down on the couch, feeling like someone just tied a knot inside her throat. She took a few deep breaths; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She paused, noticing her laptop was on with an opened document. She took careful steps towards it, and came to a full stop once she was close enough to read what it said. Her widened eyes glanced at the screen, and her breathing increased heavily.

Her whole life appeared to have been typed. Alliese and Sonia were not her friends; they were two personalities of Laura that she created in her mind, to cope with the fact she did die at the hands of the killer she ran from in the woods. Suddenly, she was transported back to the woods, at the same spot where she met Elena for the first time. Elena could not explain the circumstances, because Laura still had something to learn. But, she talked about Alliese and Sonia as being two of Laura’s biggest worries within herself. They became alive to her, because they were parts of Laura that needed to find their own resolution.  Laura’s reaction was as expected; she froze solid where she stood, and it took her a while to let go of the denial. She was trying to retrace her steps, and kept track on what happened before and how it all fitted together, but she had to grasp the idea of not being part of the world anymore. She retreated into the woods, and asked Elena to let her cope with her new destiny on her own. She was defeated by her own fears in life, but she was going to figure out how not to let them win her over in death. Even though, it was not under the best circumstance, Laura started listened to her soul for the first time.

Elena was going to let her discover a new world for herself, and for now, she wasn’t going to tell her that she was not dead.

 -The End…or is it?-

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Short Story: Laura’s Closet Part Four

After this, there are two more parts :). You can read the beginning using the links below:

Laura’s Closet – Part One

Laura’s Closet – Part Two

Laura’s Closet – Part Three

 

Laura’s Closet- Part Four

Afterwards, they called it a night. Alliese and Sonia slept in, but Laura was awake first thing in the morning; she didn’t sleep well. The commotion of it all became a reality to her, and she put her mind into making good use of her new gift. The idea was to have the blog up by the beginning of the following week. “It could be done,” she thought. She figured they would use one of Alliese’s past web design templates.

“Monday: 5-10mm of rain, 12 C

Tuesday:  Sunny, 17 C

Wednesday: Cloudy, 10 C

Thursday:  Heavy rainfall warning, 11 C

Friday: Sunny, 15 C”

She verified her predictions in her head, and didn’t realize Alliese and Sonia were awake. Alliese thought of scaring her – as usual- but Sonia suggested they didn’t; it was time to get serious and work on their project. But, Alliese didn’t have her USB drive with her, so she had to return to her place to grab it. Meanwhile, Sonia helped Laura with the editing and fashion ideas. They went back and forth on whether they should do men’s outfits, as well. They eventually agreed to wait for the respond.

The outfit for Monday was picked; light grey boots, black tight jeans, a dark red long sleeve v-neck top, a purple raincoat, and grey umbrella. Of course, they had to wait for Alliese to come back, to give her input on all the decisions. She took a bit longer than usual, but they didn’t think anything was wrong. Alliese was taking longer than usual, but only because she stopped by her favourite coffee shop. She knew the manager and asked if they could post an ad for their upcoming blog – obviously, she didn’t go into detail. She agreed and told her to bring it to her anytime during the week. She went back to Laura’s place and told her the good news. Laura and Sonia shared the ideas they came up with, to which Alliese approved.

The ad was placed, and the blog was up. The first week went by, then the second, and before they knew it, it was the end of the month. They had finished it with fantastic hits and a chance to have an interview with their local news. Laura was a bit overwhelmed by all; throughout the month she had been feeling dread, sorrow, happiness, all at the same time. But, Alliese and Sonia assured her it was going to be okay. Laura wasn’t too sure, though. She thought she’d have her inner feelings sorted out already, but she still felt the same emptiness. What was she going to do?

“You can’t shut down the blog, Laura! We just started it!” Alliese yelled.

“Look, we have an interview. Let’s do it, and then we’ll see how you feel about it,” Sonia suggested.

“I don’t know. We may have gone a bit too far. I mean, it’s great we’re helping other women out there, but this was supposed to help me battle my own inner war.” Laura said.

Sonia asked what if Laura was to give them her predictions for the following week, and they would do all the work for her. All she would have to do was sit and relax. Alliese wasn’t sure of it, but then she saw Laura’s expression, as if she were considering it. “One week. If I can’t sort this out, we’re shutting down.” Laura firmly said.

Alliese and Sonia agreed to work on the blog at Alliese’s place. But, unbeknown to Laura, they decided to organize a fashion show downtown. “Don’t give me that look. When Laura sees all the support, she’ll come out of it. I’m sure.” Alliese told Sonia.  Even though Sonia didn’t feel right about it, she still went along. “Alliese just wants what’s best for her, right?” She thought to herself.

Laura had been home for a week now, feeling discontent. She wrote, read, cooked, and tried to keep busy. She did everything she could to try to find the answer she long hoped for.  She paced around until her feet became sore. “Maybe a bath will help,” she said. She went into her room to grab her things, but she saw a bright figure standing by the window. “My dear, what’s happening?” Elena said. Laura was shocked to see Elena. “Why did you abandon me?” She asked. Elena smiled and said, “I haven’t. I just wanted you to find out the truth by yourself”.

Laura could not have possibly known what ‘truth’ she was referring to. Why couldn’t she simply tell her why she gave her the gift, why she let her start the blog, why she felt this way? Of course, she was not God, but she certainly knew what was happening, and the boulder she carried on her back the whole month. “I’m done with this weather power. I haven’t done anything with it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it, anyway. Take it!” She said using a bitter tone.

-End of Part Four-

Vancouver Photography

Last weekend I came back from a 3-week vacation at my home in Vancouver, BC! I’ve been working on my first short story for this blog called, “Laura’s Closet.” You can read the first 3 parts below. I’m taking a short break from editing the last parts, and I also want to give everyone a chance to catch up. So, here are some pictures from home :). Enjoy!

Laura’s Closet – Part One

Laura’s Closet – Part Two

Laura’s Closet – Part Three

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Ps: One of my friends gave me the penguin bag, you see in the first pic :). The food plate you see in the last one, it’s of a Peruvian dish called, ‘ceviche’.

Of course! The world doesn’t rule me today!