ONC 2023 - Entry
Prompt:
8. You just moved to a new neighborhood and you hear the music of an ice cream truck coming down the street. As you and your family walk outside, you notice all your neighbors rushing inside and locking their doors and windo...
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After days of organizing our new home, my family and I finally felt the satisfaction of settling in.
I'm huddled in my bed, my notepad in hand, as I try to come up with ideas for my book.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on the page in front of me, but the feeling of writer's block was like a heavy weight in my chest.
"Shoot, I've only just started and I'm already stifled by a lack of imagination!"
I searched the walls of my spacious new bedroom for any hints of inspiration, but none were revealed.
"Ugh, why!?"
I felt so overwhelmed by my frustration that I picked up my notebook with blank pages and threw it onto my bed.
The room was eerily quiet as I sat, my thoughts filled with doubt about the future of my writing career.
My new bedroom was much larger than my old one, with more than enough space to move around. I finally decorated the room in the Sailor Moon theme I'd always dreamed of - the walls were filled with magical symbols and characters. Although many people might view my love of Sailor Moon as childish, I don't think being childish is about what you like or what your tastes are. To me, those who deem others inferior because of their interests and passions are the most immature.
I got up from my bed and felt the softness of the carpet beneath my feet as I examined every detail in my bedroom. My closet was large, white and adorned with colorful 3d sailor moon stickers. When I opened my closet, I was greeted with an array of vibrant colors, arranged into a rainbow with precise organization.
The closet in my previous home was so tiny that it was necessary to pile up the clothes, and it was always a shock when I opened the doors and the clothes would jump out at me.
I ran my hand along the smooth walls of my closet, admiring the way everything was so neatly arranged and color-coordinated. My wardrobe comprises a plethora of bright colors and adorable patterns, just like Usagi, the protagonist of Sailor Moon. I closed the closet doors and turned around.
The walls are a blushing pink, and the bed is big, white, and its sheets have a sweet star and moon design.
Twinkling fairy lights draped around my bed give the room a tranquil, magical feel. Also, in the walls, I have many pretty sailor moon posters adorned with sparkly star stickers that are firmly affixed to the wall.
I stroll up to my laptop table, taking in the sight of my Sailor Moon figures lined up neatly on the shelves. When I looked at Sailor Mercury, her sweet, humble smile was captivating. The magical old-looking notebook she was carrying matched her pretty blue skirt and white top.
I repeated the words, "old-looking notebook," as I ran my fingers over the figure. The memory of the dusty notebook I had found in the attic of my old house suddenly flooded my mind!
