The Brocade below was written by Kelly and used the words Terror and Kindness in connection with the photo below. You can write a Brocade too! Just open the Writing menu in the navbar above, and click Brocade: A Writer’s Exercise!
She was alone, but she was stunning. Beautiful in a way that seemed to radiate warmth and sincerity. I felt a strange pull, as if a glorious opportunity had appeared and I had no choice but to run after it. I needed to meet this girl, needed to talk to her and learn about her past, present, and future. She was intriguing, but even so, something inside my ever-cautious mind held me back. What if her appearance of approachability was just that, merely an appearance? And what if she rejected my inquiry, what then? I’d have set myself up for embarrassment. A shudder ran through my body, without a doubt reacting to my anxiety and fear. But the pull was too fierce. I tentatively rose, then quickly ambled towards her, afraid I may lose my nerve. When I was maybe ten feet from her, she glanced up, her soft facial features highlighted by the late afternoon sun. I could tell she was wondering what I was doing, but she didn’t ignore me or gaze at me in a self-protective way. It was only curiosity that grew on her expression. I timidly said hello and introduced myself, explaining why I had decided to intrude upon her solitude. Somehow, she seemed to understand. My worries faded into the breeze as we talked, my astonishment at her easy acceptance dwindling further into our conversation. I felt comfortable in her presence, her simple and pretentionless personality reassuring me without any conscious effort at all. It felt natural, being with her. Suddenly, it seemed as if I was right where I was supposed to be.