So, for this sketch+ story, I thought I’d write a longer descriptive story on this admittedly random sketch I made a couple of nights ago. I draw a lot in the night, not really with a preplanned idea, but more for practice and it’s just enjoyable for me to draw without any planning at all. After looking at this quick freehand, I knew I could probably think up a story for it too. Naming her was a problem- but I finally settled for Freya, because somehow, she just looks like a Freya. Does that make any sense? Haha. Well, here’s Freya’s story, written by me.
The morning light flooded in through the windows. The bed near it was empty, sheets folded, pillows fluffed. Freya was already up. She was a normal girl- with a penchant for neatness. She couldn’t bear anything messy in her life, and everything about her was immaculate- her room, her nails, her neatly arranged bag. Funnily enough, she didn’t include her hair in her neat routine- it was always a natural quiet mess- and maybe she didn’t brush it to extreme neatness, because it was the one thing that didn’t have to be perfect.
Freya had just finished her degree, and she had no idea what to do next. Her life till now had been a quiet and simple routine of studying, library breaks, reading tattered novels, writing down anecdotes in equally tattered notebooks, sitting and staring at the green landscape outside her window. Now, she wasn’t sure of anything. She hadn’t applied for any job, like her friends had. She hadn’t even thought of further studies- it seemed pointless to consider anything when she didn’t even know what she wanted to do. So she had gone home and was thinking about what to do next.
Meanwhile, downstairs, her family were at the table, eating breakfast and getting ready to go to work. Her parents both went to office, and her younger sister was away at a school trip. She walked downstairs, and by the time she had reached the table, they had already gone. A stack of pancakes and bread and jam were laid out for her. Freya heaved a sigh. Her parents were kind, but always busy. She wished they would talk to her sometimes- but they had their own lives, their own work. And she had no idea about her life.
She ate her fill of pancakes, and switched on the TV. Then she switched it off, and grabbed a notebook, which was lying on the sofa. There were plenty of her notebooks strewn all over the house- another contrast to the neatness of her room. She started writing.
Well, that’s a little story! I might come up with more, because she’s kind of an intriguing character. Have you ever felt this way / like you have no idea what to do next in your life? I’d love to know! Stay tuned for more stories and sketches- find me on instagram (@opinion9) to be stay in the loop!
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