Twelve.
I've decided I'd like to do more freewriting. Freewriting - at least, to me, anyway - means just writing whatever comes to mind. Mine are usually little self-assessments, because I'm quite self-critical; that's why this one is tagged under 'personal'.
Name: Twelve.
Rating: K
Word Count: 112
I was a chaste little creature; an innocent mind in a sea of corruption. Do you love him?, they said, and of course I didn’t - I said I didn’t know. You must do, they said. Have you kissed him? I hadn’t. I was young and I didn’t really understand what any of it meant; I told them We don’t kiss - it’s a talking relationship. They ripped me to shreds, of course - whatever there was to rip in the first place. I was humiliated, but when I look back now I’m glad I said it; wouldn’t take it back. I was twelve years old, and I thought my age. Isn’t that remarkable?
Name: Twelve.
Rating: K
Word Count: 112
I was a chaste little creature; an innocent mind in a sea of corruption. Do you love him?, they said, and of course I didn’t - I said I didn’t know. You must do, they said. Have you kissed him? I hadn’t. I was young and I didn’t really understand what any of it meant; I told them We don’t kiss - it’s a talking relationship. They ripped me to shreds, of course - whatever there was to rip in the first place. I was humiliated, but when I look back now I’m glad I said it; wouldn’t take it back. I was twelve years old, and I thought my age. Isn’t that remarkable?