Descriptive + Narrative Writing + Random short stories

I had to say something. (Narrative)

Write a story which includes the words, '... I had to say something ...'.

It was a sunny afternoon in Mayville. The azure sky was accompanied by dense, cotton-like clouds which floated around aimlessly like jellyfish in a vast ocean. The fat, egg-yolk of a sun perched on its throne, eagerly warming the earth below. Trees swayed gently like elegant dancers as zephyrs caressed their verdant leaves, and the grass on the ground was soft and perfect for a game of football in our front yard.

"Hey, pass it over here!" My elder brother exclaimed jubilantly as I saw his tall, scrawny figure appear in my peripheral vision.

"Not a chance!" I giggled, barely swerving his attempted kick at the ball. I ran swiftly towards the far end of the yard, the wind cheering for me in my ears. I was about to score a goal!

I kicked at the ball with all my might, sending it flying across the yard as if it had grown wings.

"CRASH!" The sound of shattered porcelain was deafening as i froze in place, realising what I had just done.

I dashed towards the sound, praying internally that it was not what I expected.

"You broke Mom's favorite flower pot." My brother muttered monotonously, staring down at the "crime scene" in front of us. Just then, our mother approached us with a worried look plastered onto her face, questioning what had happened. She then shrieked in terror as she sees her precious flower pot broken.

"Which one of you boys did this?" She boomed, glaring at us both with a look that could make a tiger cower in fear.

I hesitated, avoiding her eye contact as i grasped at the hem of my shirt, contemplating on whether to lie or not. Out of the blue, I hear the voice of my brother.

"It was me. I'm sorry, Mom."

She sighed, turning to look at him, her anger seemingly fading as it turned into one of utter disappointment.

"You are grounded. For a month."

My brother nodded, walking back into the house, and I swear I saw his eyes well up with tears. He helped me take the blame, and it was my fault that he was punished. He was innocent! I had to say something. Anything.

"Mom..." I stutter, turning my head up to meet her gaze.

The truth.

I explained what had actually happened to her, and apologised profusely for my actions. She pat my shoulder and told me that she was proud of me for telling the truth, but I still had to be punished.

I nodded, guilt overwhelming me like an invisible weight. I exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of my neck. If only I wasn't so careless...

It was a sunny afternoon in Mayville. The azure sky was accompanied by dense, cotton-like clouds which floated around aimlessly like jellyfish in a vast ocean. The fat, egg-yolk of a sun perched on its throne, eagerly warming the earth below. Trees swayed gently like elegant dancers as zephyrs caressed their verdant leaves, and the grass on the ground was soft and perfect for a game of football in our front yard.

"Hey, pass it over here!" My elder brother exclaimed jubilantly as I saw his tall, scrawny figure appear in my peripheral vision.

"Not a chance!" I giggled, barely swerving his attempted kick at the ball. I ran swiftly towards the far end of the yard, the wind cheering for me in my ears. I was about to score a goal!

I kicked at the ball with all my might, sending it flying across the yard as if it had grown wings.

"CRASH!" The sound of shattered porcelain was deafening as i froze in place, realising what I had just done.

I dashed towards the sound, praying internally that it was not what I expected.

"You broke Mom's favorite flower pot." My brother muttered monotonously, staring down at the "crime scene" in front of us. Just then, our mother approached us with a worried look plastered onto her face, questioning what had happened. She then shrieked in terror as she sees her precious flower pot broken.

"Which one of you boys did this?" She boomed, glaring at us both with a look that could make a tiger cower in fear.

I hesitated, avoiding her eye contact as i grasped at the hem of my shirt, contemplating on whether to lie or not. Out of the blue, I hear the voice of my brother.

"It was me. I'm sorry, Mom."

She sighed, turning to look at him, her anger seemingly fading as it turned into one of utter disappointment.

"You are grounded. For a month."

My brother nodded, walking back into the house, and I swear I saw his eyes well up with tears. He helped me take the blame, and it was my fault that he was punished. He was innocent! I had to say something. Anything.

"Mom..." I stutter, turning my head up to meet her gaze.

The truth.

I explained what had actually happened to her, and apologised profusely for my actions. She pat my shoulder and told me that she was proud of me for telling the truth, but I still had to be punished.

I nodded, guilt overwhelming me like an invisible weight. I exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of my neck. If only I wasn't so careless...