I've always written stories, from when I was a small child. I will sort out some of the best (and maybe the worst!) and put them here.
I can remember I had a little doll that I really loved. Her name was Esebelle. I've no idea why I gave her that name, but I did. Esebelle wasn't a particularly big or expensive doll, but she went everywhere with me. One day I took her to the park (I wasn't supposed to go by myself, but I did sometimes) and some slightly older children (I think I must have been about six) came up to me and started teasing me. They took Esebelle and threw her to one another as I tried desperately to grab her back. One of the children started pulling and twisting her arms and legs. I was furious but they were bigger and stronger that I was. I was crying and trying to hit them but they just laughed. They pulled Esebelle's head off, and her limbs. Then they threw them into a patch of nettles and ran off. I didn't even try to recover Esebelle and I still feel guilty about that sometimes.
After a week she felt she knew the place sufficiently well to write about it. Her first attempts were discursive, disjointed, full of inaccuracies. When she showed them around, they were greeted with a derision that pained her, and she resolved to try harder. It was then that tulip made her appearance. She first saw tulip running past the swimming pool towards the changing rooms. tulip was laughing.
From that moment she forgot about trying to capture the essence of the place in words. She stopped trying to do anything except what involved thinking about or finding out about tulip. She discovered that everyone knew tulip, but nobody knew anything about her. tulip was popular but elusive. tulip had always been around, but was often not seen at all for long periods of time.
Her fascination, and her frustration, grew. She wanted tulip as a friend, possibly (if she admitted it to herself) as a lover. But she desired even more to know about tulip, who tulip was, where tulip came from, where tulip's money came from. tulip didn't appear to have a job. There was no rich partner in tow. Tulip was too easy-going to be the daughter of old money.
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