So I sat going through the threads here in the Writing Discussion forum, and then felt the tiniest urge to write something. Anything, really. It didn't matter, as long as I was happy with it in the end... the piece below took me all of five minutes, at the most. It's more of a poetry than a prose, despite the form it's written in.
'She stared aimlessly out the window. Her heart was heavy with stress and all she could do was sit and wait. God, how she wished for the strain of discomfort to leave her. Only recently had she begun to feel that way. It started out as once and a while, then it came every day. Each day there was a new burden for her to take upon her heaving shoulders, but she never complained nor asked why. She just sat and stared aimlessly out the window. Every day, even if it rained outside, she’d sit with her forehead pressing carelessly against the glass, the heat of her breath fogging up her sight. She’d sigh, look away, relax her eyes for a moment and allow them to wander around the room, and then she’d look back, out the window that she couldn't quite seem to open. The window she could never quite seem to unlock, to open and allow the fresh air to circulate through the room. Why wouldn’t the window open? That only left her with one option: to stare aimlessly out the window that she always failed to open for herself.'
Man, am I tired.
I really like it. It has a deep meaning to me and is very touching.
Something I would say that would make it more effective would be to not swear in it. As I was reading it, it felt more and more real and the emotion was there but once I got to that part it made me have to start at the beginning with the emotions I was feeling.
Overall though it's well written and very captivating (I just had to read it again!)