Kori's Story

[Biki]

Naomi ran down the street, heels in one hand with her purse hanging off of her wrist and in the other her briefcase held over her head to protect her from the rain. She ran to the corner in an attempt to catch her bus which she feared she had missed in the delay she had back at the office. When she reached the corner she looked down the street and saw the bus rolling towards her with its windshield wipers steadily moving from left to right, right to left in an effort to clean the window from being so fogged. The bus stopped in front of her and its wide doors opened to welcome her inside. Happy for an escape from the downpour she gladly climbed aboard. She paid her fare and turned to find a seat. Her smile quickly faded as her eyes swallowed the full bus. Squeezing through the crowd of people she found a seat between a large woman who undoubtedly carried the stench of wet dogs and a tiny man who apparently had active allergies because he took a puff of his inhaler every five minutes. Naomi settled into the aura of after work.

The bus ride home was long and hot. The air conditioner on the bus was broken so every other person was fanning themselves with a newspaper, or a magazine, or anything else they had laying around- including the bus driver between stops and red lights. Naomi was counting the minutes until her stop. Having gotten rid of the dog woman and the allergy man and taken on two new people, the aromas around Naomi were constantly changing. She longed to be off this bus and at home. Her house was a bit messy but it had that touch of her. It was home and she yearned for its familiar smell.

She reached her stop. Forty-eight minutes and thirty seconds had passed since she had first started counting. She walked the block and a half to her little house in the suburbs. Her house wasn’t extravagant or anything, but it was comfortable and affordable. For a girl two years out of college she had a decent paying job doing something she was good at. She was out of her parent’s house and living the independent life. A taste of the real world was a good for someone her age.

Naomi walked up the garden path led to her front door. She looked at her house for a minute, sandwiched between two others, separated only by low fences between them. She breathed in the air that was hers to enjoy. It lacked the smell of wet dogs and the stench of inhaler smoke, which was fine by her. Her neighbor, Phil, called out her name and she gave him a friendly wave. He was admiring the effect the rain had had on his grass. Since the rain had stopped he walked down his path, smiling at the grass in adoration of the rain’s handiwork. Phil loved the smell of wet grass.

Naomi gave him a little smile and went inside. She lazily put her purse on the table by the door after she shut it, locking the outside world’s troubles, outside. She rested her briefcase and heels by the table’s leg to dry. She walked to the front room and fell upon the couch. Turning on the television she flipped through the channels. Realizing that if she lay there, her couch would absorb all of the smells her clothes had that day, she reluctantly pulled herself up. She loved the way her house smelled; her kitchen, with the distinct aroma of her daily cup of coffee before work; her bathroom, with the smell of her shower gel from her morning showers; and her bedroom, with the various assortments of candles she lit to calm her nerves and sooth her thoughts. She wasn’t about to let the smell of her day mix with any of the preferred smells of her home.

She stripped herself of her clothes and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper. She located her towel and shower gel after making her way to the bathroom. Now she was caught in a conundrum. She couldn’t decide whether to rinse away the day in the shower, or to soak away the day in the tub. Undecided she merely turned on the water and adjusted it to the right temperature. Then, it hit her that this was a bath kind of occasion, so she let the tub fill to its appropriate level. She then settled that candles should be apart of this soothing treatment. After lighting her candles and turning on her favorite CD of collected slow songs by various artists, she turned out the light and climbed into the bathtub. For the rest of the night she soaked away the stench of after work.

[End Chapter 1] Note: this is all I’ve written so far ><

[josh :)]

Please write more

[Biki]

i hope ill get around to it again. i wrote all of this 5/31/05 o.o that was a while ago now o.o

[Kuragari]

*Agrees with jimmy* please write some more ^___^ I like it so far

[SpurKz]

I like, please continue.

[Biki]

thanx jimmy, kuraz and cursed ^-^ now ill be more anxious to finish it knowing people like it. ^-^

[Cloud Leonhart]

Not bad. Poetry, art, and now stories...is there anything you can't do?

[Biki]

*thinks* be patient, play nice, get along with my sister, accept people for who they are, do homework on time, remember really anything, tell what day it is, remember names or dates, spell remember (which is the reason im editing this -.-)......*thinks more*.....to save time and energy ill just say the list goes on XD! but thanx cloud ^-^

[Cloud Leonhart]

You're welcome, oh multitalented one.

[Nyx]

Ooo, an interesting short story.

Hey, you stole the name of my inner pervert! I even spell it like that. Go figure.

Hey again....I caught an error...I thought I should let you know...
'...her bathroom, with the distinct aroma of her daily cup of coffee before work; her bathroom, with the smell of her shower...'
I think the first bathroom should be kitchen...I'm not sure...

[Biki]

lol. ^-^ *biki considers writing more of the story now* ^-^

[demonduckofdoom]

Nice, you've created a really good atmosphere. Got to say I like it even better than your poems. Cloud Leonhart's right, you're very multitalented.

[Biki]

Ooo, an interesting short story.

Hey, you stole the name of my inner pervert! I even spell it like that. Go figure.

Hey again....I caught an error...I thought I should let you know...
'...her bathroom, with the distinct aroma of her daily cup of coffee before work; her bathroom, with the smell of her shower...'
I think the first bathroom should be kitchen...I'm not sure...

lol ur right sis. it is supposed to be kitchen. must edit that. and that inner pervert thing XD!......
and thanx ducky. and sorry for changing my name on u again lol

[Zyuuzu Jaggerjack]

^_^ nice story. really good writing, story and opening. she took that fat woman and inhaler guy better than me but it was awesome ^_^ please write more!

[Biki]

thanx kaz ^^ im not sure i could have taken them without moving -.-

[Arcus]

Nice, keep up the good work.