Journal
Jessica opened her journal. Without reading the writing on the pages she flicked through to the first blank page.
Today, she didn’t want to write about what had happened in recent weeks. She wanted her creativity to kiss the page. She wanted the darkness of the past few weeks to evaporate.
“You are beautiful,” she jumped as she heard those words whispered from behind her. It was John. Oh my GOD, it was John!
Jessica crossed out the last line. And let herself be lead be by the pen.
Julia had hoped for John to utter a compliment, for weeks, if not months. Trying not to blush she slowly turned her head towards her crush.
She looked at the writing. This was better, but not quite what she was searching for. Jessica chucked the journal into a far corner of her room.
“Hatchi!”
“Hatchi!”
“Who is there?” Jessica asked, getting up from her bed to find the sneezer.
“Haaaatchi! You know where I am, you just chucked me into the dustiest corner that can be found on this planet” a papery voice replied.
To be continued.
Solveig Werner 
Yes, even a journal abhors rejection. Good start to a scene between John and Julia, though. Love the writing desk accoutrements.
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(AtoZ Theme: very short stories/various genres)
N is for: Narthex, Nave, and Exorcisms
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“Papery voice” – a perfect description for how a journal might communicate!
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