The Sparkly Building - ImprovStory in 30'!
So, I decided to create a game and a possible repetitive event in the future: to write an improvised story in half an hour with suggesions the guys from the WLO chatbox gave me. The suggestions are: "The Sparkly Building" and "History Teacher". Now, I have half an hour to write a story. I hope this works out! :D
It's now 12:36.
----
Being the house maid, Miss Goblet knew that the new history teacher for little Timmy was bound to arrive soon. Somehow, Miss Goblet always knew everything. She was even capable to teach little Timmy all of what his teachers were, but she had too many chores and too little time to fulfill them. Therefore, Miss Goblet pretended she knew little or nothing of each subject and went on to wipe the windows or do the dishes.
But this wasn't because she was bright, which of course she was - if not, Mister Fredricksen would've never chosen her to be his maid - but because she had a special power. Miss Goblet had, the first day she had set foot on the house, developed some sort of empathy that left her breathless in a second. She was able to feel what others felt or had felt in the past, including the diceased. With the time, her power had grown stronger, until she was able to capture not only feelings but thoughts and certainties. After a few years, Miss Goblet had not only developed a huge skill for doing a big ammount of laundry in almost no time, but also the whole world's knowledge.
She was certain it was all the Sparkly House's -as she liked to call it because it was completely white and spotless and she made her task to keep it that way - fault. Somehow, it had given her the gift of omnisapience, but also the curse of it. She knew everything and everyone. She was able to tell when someone was lying even if it were a white lie. She would've been able to out-do the very Einstein in an equation challenge, given half the chance.
She lived, then, with the weight of the World's knowledge upon her shoulders. She found her task as a housekeeper then quite a blessing, because it kept her on her own for most of the day while her crazy and information-filled brain went on to divulge about the principles of gravity, the dimmention of the universe, or recited every word to some obscure poet's creation.
Right now in her mind, almost as if she were some weird spy robot, she could see the image of the woman they had hired and where she was at the moment. She looked nice enough: barely out of her twenties, long brown hair with hazel eyes, thin and short. Her knowledge on history had made her the one with the highest grades of the class. She was well enough. Oh, and her name was Sarah. Suitable for the outfit she had chosen: knee-long skirt with a flower pattern and a white blouse with long sleeves and shallow clevage.
Yes, Sarah would do well enough. She seemed innocent and yet wise. Mr. Fredericksen would approve.
Oh, Mr. Fredericksen. He was the only one who knew about Miss Goblet's peculiarity. She had found herself having tea with him over the years and reminiscing about some old novel or myth, or maybe discussing a painter or an actor. She enjoyed his company way too much for a respectable maid. And yet, there she was, in love with the only one man who treated her as a human being in spite of her knowledge, and the only person whom she couldn't read.
Miss Goblet sighed. We humans constantly think that we know it all, she thought, but even if we do, when it comes to our own emotions and those of the ones we care about, we can never be sure of anything.
The doorbell rang, and she jumped in surprise. It was Sarah. Miss Goblet walked to the door and opened it to fully reveal the corridor and herself to the newcomer.
"You must be Sarah," she beamed. The young woman smiled and nodded. "Come on in, dear. Welcome to the Sparkly House. Timmy will be ready in just one moment. I'll call Mr. Fredericksen in the meantime."
But there was no need. The man was already walking down the stairs when she had finished speaking. And that's when it happened. Miss Goblet saw the sparkle in her Sir's eye. She saw the small invisible and instant bounding that happened between the young lady and her master. And she knew, above all, that Sarah was bound to feel the one thing she had never felt and would never feel: the love of Mr. Fredericksen.
---
OKAY! It's 01:06, and I'm done writing! :D I hope you guys have enjoyed it! I'll do this sort of things quite often, I believe. I had a LOT of fun, and I hope you had some fun too reading what my crazy brain created for you! :)
Peace, and out.
NOTE: I took ten more minutes to check spelling and whatnot, but the story remained unchanged.
It's now 12:36.
----
Being the house maid, Miss Goblet knew that the new history teacher for little Timmy was bound to arrive soon. Somehow, Miss Goblet always knew everything. She was even capable to teach little Timmy all of what his teachers were, but she had too many chores and too little time to fulfill them. Therefore, Miss Goblet pretended she knew little or nothing of each subject and went on to wipe the windows or do the dishes.
But this wasn't because she was bright, which of course she was - if not, Mister Fredricksen would've never chosen her to be his maid - but because she had a special power. Miss Goblet had, the first day she had set foot on the house, developed some sort of empathy that left her breathless in a second. She was able to feel what others felt or had felt in the past, including the diceased. With the time, her power had grown stronger, until she was able to capture not only feelings but thoughts and certainties. After a few years, Miss Goblet had not only developed a huge skill for doing a big ammount of laundry in almost no time, but also the whole world's knowledge.
She was certain it was all the Sparkly House's -as she liked to call it because it was completely white and spotless and she made her task to keep it that way - fault. Somehow, it had given her the gift of omnisapience, but also the curse of it. She knew everything and everyone. She was able to tell when someone was lying even if it were a white lie. She would've been able to out-do the very Einstein in an equation challenge, given half the chance.
She lived, then, with the weight of the World's knowledge upon her shoulders. She found her task as a housekeeper then quite a blessing, because it kept her on her own for most of the day while her crazy and information-filled brain went on to divulge about the principles of gravity, the dimmention of the universe, or recited every word to some obscure poet's creation.
Right now in her mind, almost as if she were some weird spy robot, she could see the image of the woman they had hired and where she was at the moment. She looked nice enough: barely out of her twenties, long brown hair with hazel eyes, thin and short. Her knowledge on history had made her the one with the highest grades of the class. She was well enough. Oh, and her name was Sarah. Suitable for the outfit she had chosen: knee-long skirt with a flower pattern and a white blouse with long sleeves and shallow clevage.
Yes, Sarah would do well enough. She seemed innocent and yet wise. Mr. Fredericksen would approve.
Oh, Mr. Fredericksen. He was the only one who knew about Miss Goblet's peculiarity. She had found herself having tea with him over the years and reminiscing about some old novel or myth, or maybe discussing a painter or an actor. She enjoyed his company way too much for a respectable maid. And yet, there she was, in love with the only one man who treated her as a human being in spite of her knowledge, and the only person whom she couldn't read.
Miss Goblet sighed. We humans constantly think that we know it all, she thought, but even if we do, when it comes to our own emotions and those of the ones we care about, we can never be sure of anything.
The doorbell rang, and she jumped in surprise. It was Sarah. Miss Goblet walked to the door and opened it to fully reveal the corridor and herself to the newcomer.
"You must be Sarah," she beamed. The young woman smiled and nodded. "Come on in, dear. Welcome to the Sparkly House. Timmy will be ready in just one moment. I'll call Mr. Fredericksen in the meantime."
But there was no need. The man was already walking down the stairs when she had finished speaking. And that's when it happened. Miss Goblet saw the sparkle in her Sir's eye. She saw the small invisible and instant bounding that happened between the young lady and her master. And she knew, above all, that Sarah was bound to feel the one thing she had never felt and would never feel: the love of Mr. Fredericksen.
---
OKAY! It's 01:06, and I'm done writing! :D I hope you guys have enjoyed it! I'll do this sort of things quite often, I believe. I had a LOT of fun, and I hope you had some fun too reading what my crazy brain created for you! :)
Peace, and out.
NOTE: I took ten more minutes to check spelling and whatnot, but the story remained unchanged.