Untitled [supposed to be song-based] piece

Some little girls screamed while others cried nervously, others looked up at me hopefully as if expecting me to pop a new toy or maybe even a stack of new bills from my pocket. I could tell exactly how each one of them felt, except for her. She stared straight ahead, keeping her lips rigid. I walked a circle around her, examining her from head to foot. She was an ordinary girl, neither homely nor attractive; she had the simple looks of a farmer's daughter. She wasn't what I had traveled to find, the purpose of my journey had been to find a princess. Her doll-like expression made her stand out, I found it irresistible.

The procurer, seeing my focus on her, tried to explain that she was new: "Brought in yesterday you see...We haven't even had her washed."

"Is she pure?" I asked, looking down at her tiny bare feet then at her fragile child neck. The procurer looked at her distastefully, "Yes sir, she is."

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She spent the entire trip sitting isolated on deck looking up at the cloudy sky. Before departing I went out to various boutiques and bought her the most charming dresses. She didn't seem to like them; no joy came to her eyes when I opened the box and laid out the pink lace and blue ribbons on the bed. She hadn't expressed any kind of emotion since I'd taken her from the perverted hands of the procurer. She hardly ate, she never spoke, and when I caressed her little hands they were limp. I spoke to her at night, sat in a chair by her child bed that I had bought in France, and I asked her,

"Do you like the bed drapes? I had them made especially for you. What about the pillows? Do you find them comfortable? Goose feather is what's inside...I thought you might like...What's the matter? Don't you like them?"

She stared blankly at the wall. I was beginning to worry I had picked up a mute girl. Her dark cascade of hair draped over the fat pillows and I reached over and stroked it, brought it to my nose and smelled it, kissed it. I respected her silence, I considered it natural that she be shy around me, I decided to give her time.

Everyday of the two weeks of our journey she'd wake up and walk to the deck, I was told she'd stare at the sky from sun up to sundown. She wouldn't lunch with me, she wouldn't walk with me, and she still wouldn't speak to me. After a while I decided to observe her, she couldn't possibly just be staring at the sky all day. I met with the captain at the pilot house and we sipped tea as he made small talk while I observed her. It wasn't a lie, she did sit there all day, eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

It was freezing when we arrived at the harbor. She wore one of the lace dresses I had bought her and one of my wool coats. I hadn't expected the weather to be as it was since weeks before it had been quite pleasant. I instructed Ivo to stop at the wholesale fur dealer, once inside I wandered around looking for the coat that would please her. There were body length coats, waist coats, wraps, hats and hand warmers. The white fox was the chosen animal, three coats and six hats, wrapping her in fox I took her little limp arm and led her out.

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Before the trip I'd wake up every morning and walk up to my bedroom window and watch the city below. I hadn't anyone to explore the city with, I always did it alone, but what joy is in laughing alone? Running alone? Dancing alone? After looking like a fool waltzing with air I decided to take a trip and bring some company back home, someone to explore the city with. The morning after we'd arrived I woke up and walked up to the window and observed the city below.

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Author's note:

This is only the edited beginning of a story; after writing what you've read above I ran out of ideas. I have the beginning and the ending is written in my head but I need a middle. The middle didn't come to me on time and so you have only the beginning of a piece. Because of the lack of a middle I wasn't able to incorporate the song lyrics because they were gonna be present at the end of the story. I will keep workingo n this.

Thoughts on a toilet [Story ideas]

Story idea: A slacker loves to learn but hates to work. He's a writer without genius, has the talent but not the originality. One day he encounters a peculiar essay in the local library paper and follows the writer's idea. The writer of the essay believes all of the world's known and even unknown geniuses have their greatest ideas or discoveries arrive to them while on the toilet. He, a writer waiting for genius to strike him, decides to spend most of his time on the toilet. The story let's the reader into this man's thoughts as he sits on the john waiting for his life changing idea.

I've no idea on which song to base it on...So I'm simply gonna make an allusion to the song "Seasons in the sun" lyrics below.

Seasons In The Sun

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I whish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach