Friday, September 07, 2007
Creative writing club
The passenger awoke with a start to find the train moving through unfamiliar scenery. Along came picturesque landscapes, with planes as flat as a pancakes and with almost red hot sand on them. The time flew by, and so hour after hour, the panoramic view from the window of his carriage changed. Mountains passed away. With their snow white peaks, they appeared like sleepy, calm giants. It became freezing cold outside, and ice crystals built up on the windows. The passenger was tired and with the setting of the dawn, he closed his eyes and snuggled into the velvet smooth pillow he carried with him. He fell into a deep sleep.
All of his fear and anger fell away, and he left all of his gloomy thoughts behind him.
When he had started his journey in the morning, he carried only the absolute necessities with him to begin a brand new life. The trip from the east to the west coast through the whole country would take three days.
Three days to reflect all the damn things which had gone wrong in his life.
Yes, he´s on the run, on the run from his former life that he couldn’t stand anymore.
First thing he saw when he opend his eyes in the morning, was the face of a pretty lady in her mid twenties. With her soft skin and her bright blue eyes she smiled at him and asked politely if she could bring him something for breakfast. At first he was startled, but then he remembered he had bought a full-service-ticket. Hesitant he ordered an English breakfast with bacon and eggs. The coffee was boiling hot - he burned himself and got angy. He swore like a trooper, but a moment later he calmed down. Cheerfully he called for the waitress and ordered another roll.
The train was moving further and further, and thoughts were floating through his head. What could he do when he arrived in San Francisco,?
The journey took him alongside big cotton plantations, and he saw workers with clothes which were nearly torn to pieces. And he thought , they should be better dressed for such a hard work.
A day later he arrived in San Francisco, and when he got out of the train, he saw
people with faces as black as cole all around him. They were mine workers, searching for gold and loosing their health. The clothes they were wearing were as frazzled as what the cotton-field-workers wore. And Suddenly, out of the dawn, it was crystal clear for the clever young man. He had to start up a workers-clothes-manufacturing-company. Clothes that should be rock-solid but still comfortable and flexible, so as to not to interfere with the workers’ daily tasks.
And so he developed the first pair of jeans.
(by Sandra N.)
All of his fear and anger fell away, and he left all of his gloomy thoughts behind him.
When he had started his journey in the morning, he carried only the absolute necessities with him to begin a brand new life. The trip from the east to the west coast through the whole country would take three days.
Three days to reflect all the damn things which had gone wrong in his life.
Yes, he´s on the run, on the run from his former life that he couldn’t stand anymore.
First thing he saw when he opend his eyes in the morning, was the face of a pretty lady in her mid twenties. With her soft skin and her bright blue eyes she smiled at him and asked politely if she could bring him something for breakfast. At first he was startled, but then he remembered he had bought a full-service-ticket. Hesitant he ordered an English breakfast with bacon and eggs. The coffee was boiling hot - he burned himself and got angy. He swore like a trooper, but a moment later he calmed down. Cheerfully he called for the waitress and ordered another roll.
The train was moving further and further, and thoughts were floating through his head. What could he do when he arrived in San Francisco,?
The journey took him alongside big cotton plantations, and he saw workers with clothes which were nearly torn to pieces. And he thought , they should be better dressed for such a hard work.
A day later he arrived in San Francisco, and when he got out of the train, he saw
people with faces as black as cole all around him. They were mine workers, searching for gold and loosing their health. The clothes they were wearing were as frazzled as what the cotton-field-workers wore. And Suddenly, out of the dawn, it was crystal clear for the clever young man. He had to start up a workers-clothes-manufacturing-company. Clothes that should be rock-solid but still comfortable and flexible, so as to not to interfere with the workers’ daily tasks.And so he developed the first pair of jeans.
(by Sandra N.)
// posted by CL - Editor @ Friday, September 07, 2007 
