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The end ...

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:30 PM in ,
... to Home Alone

The room was a mess. Cushions fallen down, sofa covers on the ground. Even the newspaper was torn in bits. She wondered who could have made such a mess. And then she saw the culprit and began Laughing. It was the neighbour's cat. Sneha had forgotten to lock the window and the naughty cat had gained access to the room and created a mess.

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Home Alone

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:19 PM in ,


Inpsiration #111 is : "Home Alone".

I prepared a story for you, but not an end! I will kindly ask you to find your own ending, I will divulge my version on Friday evening!

It was the first time that Tina was alone at home.

Her parents never left her alone before, not even for some hours. Her mother was always present, waiting for her when she left school, her dad drove her there each morning.
But this had been an emergency. Her grandfather had suddenly taken ill and because of her school, Tina couldn't leave with them. She couldn’t drive with her parents; her grandfather was living in a small village, very remote, in the mountains.
Tina’s mom was worried, she was so afraid to leave her alone, but Tina reassured her that all will be well; it was in the end only for a night, her aunt would join her the next day. Too bad that her aunt was traveling on business purposes. But that is how things happen. Unexpected!
Tina came home from school, warmed her meal, did her homework, and watched some T.V. She has things to do, but then the night came and her courage seemed to disappear.

Her first thought was to sleep with the lights on, but the light disturbed her eyes, so she switched them off. But then darkness surrounded her, she imagined many frightening shapes around the window. She knew it was only the tree but still she could not help it.
And then this noise! Tina stood up in bed, she thought of going and checking it, but she was stunned, she could not move. Eventually she managed and went investigating in the hall, from where the noise was repeating. She quickly switched on the light and what she saw shocked her.

So now tell me what happened?

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"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro

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