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 Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 8:04 am
Well, a back-up storyline which is a mix of a couple of stories; mainly my mum and dad's story about how dad saw her and asked himself "who's that?" and God replied "your wife".
It's pretty sweet actually. Apart from the fact that when she was 9 he was 17. Eww. I guess God's concept of gross is different to mine.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 8:07 am
surprised
Wow. That's an... eight year difference. Any other ideas? (I can't think of anything. :/)
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 8:08 am
I'm kinda writing it as a short story so I should be done in a few minutes hopefully.
[[Edit: Ha, I'm such an optimist! Give it 10 minutes.]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 8:15 am
Cool. You can send it to me if you want, so I can read it. I like reading. smile
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 9:39 am
This is the story so far, as an idea.
“We’re going in five minutes if you want a lift, Lauren.” The pastor’s wife poked her head around the door to check that Lauren had heard.
“I think I’ll walk today if that’s alright, but I’ll be out the door before you leave, so you guys can lock up.”
“Okay, God bless.” Mrs Jones shut the door, leaving Lauren to find her shoes and a jumper. Glancing at her to-do list she remembered that she needed to be back in time for her mother’s phone call at about 11am. Even though she’d moved out because her parents just didn’t understand her faith, they still loved her, and her mother made sure to phone whenever she could, usually when things were lax on the farm, like midday on a Sunday.
Smiling, she walked to her praise centre, which at the moment was held in the 6th form centre up the road. Briefly, she thought of her ex-boyfriend, who she’d recently broken up with.
“Pete, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, what is it? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but… I was praying the other day, and I think God’s calling me to be celibate for a while.”
“Ah, the church, the only family where brothers and sisters can date…”
“Pete?”
“It’s okay, He said the same thing to me a while ago, but I asked Him to tell you first.”
Nice, she thought, very brave.
Now she was at her fellowship group, enjoying life and God with the others around her age – she was only 19 after all. Her long dark hair bounced around as she jumped up and down to the songs and sang in the worship band.
In the next room some guys in their twenties were making cups of coffee for some kids in a youth group they were running when the teapot broke.
“I’ll go and ask the church group across the hall if they’ve got one we can borrow.” said James, and walked across. He’d been there a few times before, when he wasn’t working, so he knew who to ask. After delivering the teapot to his friend Steve, he went back to the fellowship hall to have a cup of tea and a chat with Mrs Jones, the pastor’s wife.
“Liz! Liz!” he heard, as a young woman with long brown hair clambered over the benches to get to Mrs Jones, her face a picture of happiness. He turned away, checking his phone, as she spoke animatedly to Mrs Jones for about half a minute, and then turned back as she scrambled back over to the worship band.
Who was that? He thought to himself.
And then, clear as a summer sky, He spoke to James. “Your wife.”
A few Sundays later, James popped in again, partly to chat and soak up the atmosphere, but mainly to see if Lauren was there. She was handing out drinks, so he went over to her to get a cup of tea.
“Hi,” she said, “You’re James, right?”
After a few minutes of conversation, he found himself going over to the pastor’s house to fix Lauren’s car. She made him cups of tea, they chatted, then she went inside and he stayed outside fiddling with the engine.
That happened the next week as well. And then the next.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 9:57 am
:/
Maybe you should change the names?
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 11:38 am
I couldn't think of any names. sweatdrop
It's a bit rubbish really.
xd
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:02 pm
www.behindthename.com
I always use random name genorators though, because I always wind up picking names beginning with J if I do it myself. xD
EDIT: Ah, you changed them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 8:21 pm
8 years isn't that bad. I know married couples who are 9, 12, and even 20 years apart. And I'm not kidding either.
On a note more related to this topic... A love story sounds great. Everyone loves a good love story.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 7:18 pm
I'm having a difficult time understanding how we would be able to act the story out....
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 8:14 pm
There are two ways to do it that come to my mind:
1. Go in Towns/House/Set and type out the lines in the chatbox, moving avatars and crap accordingly.
2. Act it out in Towns/House/Set, then dub it over with voice acting and video editing.
Anyone got a microphone? neutral
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 7:43 am
I'm thinking the first one. Or maybe both.
I have a microphone, but not the software to dub it properly.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 7:53 am
It's annoying. :/
I think we have that on the computer. Dad uses it to put sermons onto CDs.
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