Raven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes it's hard to see beauty in the things that surrounds us, until something drastic happens in our lives, and we learn to embrace it.

Submitted: April 29, 2016

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Raven

A Picture is Worth 1,000 Word Contest 2016

 

Raven Stevens always saw the brighter side of things even in her darkest times. She always enjoyed the little things that life had to offer. She saw beauty in everything around her. Her soul made a deep connection with everything she came in contact with. It was as if it was her inner peace that attracted life’s simple pleasures. It wasn’t always like that it was something that had evolved over time. Every morning, her coffee maker was set to brew, hazelnut creamer and three sugars was exactly how she liked it.

She would turn on the TV and the English captions would be set, she was teaching herself a new language. She loved the new clock her grandma gave her, every hour that passed by it would light up all different colors, kind of like a strobe light. It was a quiet and peaceful Saturday morning, no bumper to bumper traffic, no noisy children, and nobody to bother her, it was beautiful but to Raven it wasn’t different than any other day. She was never really crazy about city life, it was too busy for her, which is why she moved out to the country.

She loved the smell of fresh air and the way the wind would blow through the living room, made her feel like she had a sense of direction. She had a view of a nice big lake right behind her cabin, that she would sit in front of sometimes, and write her story. Raven was working on her fourth novel, it’s been about five years since she has found her passion as a writer. She’s been offered many times to attend seminars with all expenses paid for, but she’s always declined their offers based upon her pure humbleness that she wasn’t in it for fame or the money, it was just something she quite enjoyed.

She stayed in touch with her family through video chat, it was something in the way that she loved having to look at their faces and see their expressions to have that sense of feeling normal. Things seem to have a different perception at night, the way the trees swayed east when the wind blew, the way the leaves brushed across the floor, the way the moon looked bigger in the reflection of the water than actually looking directly at it. It’s funny how you learn to appreciate the little things in life when something you value is taken away.

 One night Raven was going through her secret box that she had put away in her room, and came across a photo of her and her high school sweet heart Erick Marshall. It was one of the very first photos they had taken together. Something inside her wanted to move on and forget about him, but there was always that resentment there as if she was trying to find closure. She worked very hard to get to where she was at, because all she ever did was shove her face into the computer as if it was the right kind of therapy for her.

As she was looking at the photo, she got a notification on her laptop, it was an email. It was from someone named Joyce Limbert, she was a reporter for Suntimes Paper and she was determined to make a name for herself by trying to get an interview with the number one book seller in Caymen Falls. Raven wasn’t sure if she was ready for that kind of exposure, but there was something in Joyce that stood out to her, something about the way she was that somehow had a little bit of Raven in her.

She thought about it all night whether it was time to step out of her comfort zone and move forward, or stay behind closed doors and hide from the world. The world wanted to meet her but did she wanted to meet it? This was a big step for her, all she could do was pray for strength.  After a couple of months she finally finished her novel, “Sign of a mute” and it was in the process of being published. Joyce had sent her email after email, desperate to have just five minutes of her time. The latest email was sent this morning reading as followed:

Good Morning Ms. Stevens,

 I can’t even begin to place into words how much of a big fan I am of your work. I’ve read all your novels from start to finish, and I am super excited to start reading your latest. It would be such an honor to be able to sit down over a cup of coffee and talk. Please email me back if we can meet up sometime tomorrow? Let’s say ten o’clock in the morning?

Best Regards,

Joyce Limbert.

I sat there and thought to myself, it’s time. So I replied back with the following:

Dear Ms. Limbert,

I must say, I am rather intrigued with your persistence on obtaining your five minutes, over looking objections is one of my highly favored characteristics that I admire greatly. You have truly earned your interview. Please contact my personal assistant Bob Henry. See you tomorrow at ten!

Best Wishes,

Raven Stevens

 

Over filled with eagerness to get this done, but also excited for taking the next step towards my success. When morning had finally arrived, I was sitting there on the dock in front of the water with my cup of coffee waiting for Joyce to arrive. She was early, and prompt and even brought a translator with her. “Ready?” she asked, I took a deep breath and shook my head yes. “Well, first off I want to say what an honor it is to be able to sit here with you and have this interview, it means so much to me. So, please lets start by you telling me a little bit about yourself. Have you always been deaf your whole life?"


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