I am currently trying to improve my writing skills. Henceforth, I am going to write a short story per day (about 500 words or less). I've said short stories but it could be an article, a letter, that will not ever be a fiction.
Actually I'm looking for some topics to write about and I just write thinking only in English, and not translating what I want to from french to english. I try to use words that I seldom use to get used to them, sometimes without knowing if they really work. I don't use any translator or vocabulary book, I simply keep writing. Each day, I will write on this thread to show you my production. Feel free to give me advices, tell me if there is a huge mistake or anything. Then, here my first attempt and the subject that I found in a textbook. Thanks for reading.
1. Imagine you can travel back to the past. Write a story describing your arrival.
The technology impact
I took the key and left my house. I went at the place where I had put my machine that will make me visit the past. It was exactly 9 pm, I was impatient but also not very quiet. Actually the cold of the night has turned into my head in fear. Fear filled my whole body, I began to shake while switching on the machine. Lights that were emitted by the buttons ran all around me. I adjusted some settings, then a flash as pure as an angel exploded. The light was so intense that I thought I was dead. Dead to the world, what a bad ending. No, I was not ! I was alive and when I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by a new whole universe. I was so excited that I almost forgot the camera I have taken in order to show the world that it was really possible. From now on it would no longer be the same, there were not only one world but plenty of them that were just waiting for our visit. And I was obviously the first. I looked around and noticed that all was utterly silent, not even a sound.
I decided to walk through a woodland in front of me. It looked like a dream with no sound but full of coulour and with an odd smell which was terribly magic. I could not distinguish this odour but I could feel that it announced something bad. Where was I ? It appears to me that the time and the space were both dislocated as if they lived in each other’s mind. It should not have been like this. However I knew that this was only the beginning, of course it was not perfect but I just had to change some setting to fix it.
Well, I was not really interested in this strange world thus the gloomy atmosphere made me go back to my machine. I kept thinking in order not to be submerged by the fear which was continuously growing inside me. I walked among the forest for a lengthy time again and again until I finally realized that the forest was endless. At a moment I hit something and fell. When I turn back a mirror was standing in front of me. It was a strange mirror which was covered with a dark red blood. I walked very carefully staring at it, the mirror was so deep that I can see no reflect. Then I stopped my feet and rose my head toward the sky. I could see nothing. All was black. I tried to scream but no sound come. I felt very nervous. The air missed me, I could not breath as I wanted to. I was now breathless, my blood turned cold and I fell on the ground. Whereas I was not able to move I could still feel a little, just enough to see that the earth was eating me.
I was now part of this world, literally.