Aurora (short story)
Hey guys so, I wrote a short story for school and I kinda like it. It’s basically about a girl painting a character while the story paints a character. It's pretentious, complicated and confusing, I know, but I like it. :)
She rummages through the drawer, searching for a pencil. Long, thin fingers graze the bottom, trying to hurry before motivation leaves her grasp. Finally gripping the tool, she wanders across the burnt auburn floorboards, alighting on the thin floral-patterned cushion atop the lean wood chair. Licking her index finger, she reaches over her desk to retrieve a piece of thick paper designed for drawing. Countless records, album covers, and greenery hang from the ceiling, making the already tiny room feel cramped. The beige walls adorned with posters of renowned musicians from 30 years prior staring back at her, she swiftly pulls open her playlist. Indie and soft rock pulse through her earbuds as she unintentionally locks eyes with her makeup-coated green ones in the mirror.
Eyeing her wrist, she takes off one of her many elastics and begins to put up her thick hair, unable to concentrate with it down. She sighs with contentment as she focuses on her task once again. Starting with a slovenly circle, she begins the sketch. The sound of the pencil scratching the page as she draws a jawline on her creation is barely audible over a singer beautifully sobbing about a manipulative boyfriend sounding in her earbuds. She draws guidelines to finish the skeleton of her drawing, softly staring at the rough outline scribbled in front of her.
Aurora. Her name would be Aurora.
She smiles softly as an image of what she wants to make appears clearly in her mind. She thinks of a story to go along with the character she created. Her pencil softly scuffs the paper as she draws the curve of an eyelid. Aurora's eyes were viridescent like the northern lights, bright enough to make one's troubles melt away within an instant. She has winged, black eyeliner that she spends at least fifteen minutes on every morning, unable to make it straight on her first try. Eyelashes coated with a thin layer of mascara which always seem to have a few clumps in it. She has eyes that crinkle whenever a friend makes her laugh. Eyes that accidentally hold contact with someone for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Eyes that glisten whenever she receives a compliment. Eyes that cry every time a word was directed at her in an angry tone or when she couldn't reign in her impulsive thoughts. Eyes that struggle to keep frustrated tears inside, yet they would inevitably slip out when something wouldn't go the way she desired it. Yet still, eyes that she uses to see her vintage desk lamp that flickers off every so often, the wooden furniture that her grandmother gave her and her plastic vines that were strung up-high against her wall.
She was entirely focused on her illustration, her tongue slightly protruding from in between her lips. She finishes Aurora's eyebrows, while her own are slightly furrowed. The wind outside her window blows loudly, releasing her from her spell of concentration for a mere moment. She stretches her arms and shakes out her wrists while smiling a giggly grin. Her pencil easily glides across the smooth paper as she adds a nose to her artwork.
A nose that takes in the aroma of warm apple pie, a nose that breathes in the fresh scent of wind and petrichor whenever she opens her window. A nose that continuously smells her partner’s sweatshirt because she is overly attached to her. It was a comforting scent, one of faint strawberry shampoo that reminds her of love and affection, rather than the stale one that she was attuned to. The scent that surrounds her, yet still somehow feels distant.
She continues to draw, adding light dots for faint freckles, using her finger to blend a make-shift blush. She then brings her pencil down the page and starts sketching a cupid’s bow. She drags the line across with care and continues the rest of the lips.
Aurora had lips that were always covered with a thin layer of honey-flavoured lip balm. Lips that she bit whenever a minor inconvenience struck into her life. Lips that longed for the taste of iced coffee, lips that mouthed the lyrics of her favourite songs, not allowing herself to audibly sing, even in the solidarity of her own room. Lips that quiver when she tries to hold back tears, lips that let her tongue slip through whenever she focuses on something. Lips that could talk about her favourite types of music and art for hours to anyone that cared to listen. Lips that would scream and swear when she couldn’t express her emotions, her truths. Lips that try their hardest to tell her partner what she felt, yet fail, leaving only the unspoken breathless words of “I love you.”
She finishes the lips with a curve and a twist of her pencil. The work of art came together better than her expectations, and she couldn’t help but feel a touch proud. She brings her hand back onto the paper and starts drawing small imperfections on the skin. Slight acne in small patches on Aurora’s forehead and chin that she usually tries to hide with makeup, and deep eye bags from lack of sleep. Too worried with thoughts of the past and the future to notice her current state. Her bones jut out at odd angles, leaving the look of what some would perceive a corpse.
She draws hair framing Aurora’s face. Hair that was dark brown but with slight red-orange highlights peppered within it. Hair that was thick with volume and flowed behind her whenever she would start to run. Hair that she had to put up when she concentrated.
With one final stroke of her pencil, she finishes the art piece. Aurora was complete, and it almost feels as if her presence is really in the room. She was beautiful.
She sets down her tool and glances across her room, briefly looking at the mirror to her left in the process. She brings her eyes back to her drawing, to Aurora. Emotions rampage through her skull as a single tear slowly drips down the side of her cheek. Feelings of joy, melancholy, nostalgia, connection and content, all the same. She wipes her eyes, stares back down at Aurora, and smiles.
ok yeah thats the end I hope you liked it :)