Friday, May 25, 2012

Shirley's Morning; Final Project










Shirley’s Morning
Mykayla Gibson
In a small house in the middle of the city, Shirley wakes to listen to the morning birds, babbling away in the trees. She loves to listen to their early chatter, and sometimes she wonders if any of them would ever talk to her. This is a silly thought but she enjoys it none the less, being the silly woman she is. The sky is still dark, and there is a blue hue to the slowly but surely brightening atmosphere. There was a soft breeze that chilled Shirley and she grabbed her shall close around her shoulders.
She often liked to imagine that the cars in the noise of cars in the background were actually the crashing waves of the ocean. She lived by an ocean once, when she lived in Florida. It was never as cold there as it was here, but she enjoyed seeing snow in the winter and the ever comforting warmth of summer with a morning chill.
The sky grew lighter and she gazed upon the slowly moving clouds with a shine in her eyes. Shirley, though she was old, longed to go sky diving, and plane adventuring, even to travel around the world in a balloon like so many great men in their feats. But she was withering, and her ambition, though large, was just a dream in the end. Shirley looked up again, seeing now a small peek of sunlight and a hint of pink. The sun was rising and soon it would paint the sky reds and yellows enthusiastically, like a curious child that snuck into his mother’s pastels.
The birds, for an instant, grew quiet. Shirley thought that the birds too must be enjoying the sunrise, and today the moment was there’s together. It didn’t last long though, and the birds began chatting again as the sky became the beautiful bright blue, with hints of oranges and yellows, that she had waited for. She looked at the scenery with awe, and after watching the clouds for quite some time, letting out a content sigh, she gathered herself up and waddled back into the house to prepare and wait for the next motivating routine. These were Shirley’s mornings. 




Sorry about the horrible technical difficulties I was having. I had to post this in the morning (which kind of fits with the story anyway) because I had to reassemble all of the pictures into individual files, since a video ended up not being in my best interest. Hopefully this still counts towards the class. I would be very very sad if it didn't.

Anyway, about the story. It's a bit non-fiction, a bit fiction. Based off of my neighbor Shirley (you see her house in the first picture) who is always very secluded and seems to only come out to either tend to her yard or just sit on her porch. She's a very nice woman, but I don't know a lot about her since she doesn't talk to me, or really anyone in my family except my mother. 


So, I decided to make my own personality for her using my super awesome imagining skills and thus, Shirley's mornings came to life. Enjoy!

-Mykayla Gibson


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