Selbe dittman – fiction writing sample

Selbe Dittman – Fiction Writing Sample A Girl and a Destiny The girl has a tendency to notice everything. She knows the exact time that the fishermen will come to shore with the days fresh catch. She even knows, sometimes, the exact amount of pounds of fish there are, just by looking.

How does the girl know this? By hours and hours of watching. That’s all she does. Wait and watch. Wait and watch.

But an even better question is why does she watch? The girl could be doing so many other things with her time considering her youth. But none of that interests her. While her friends are off sewing or baking, she sits here, by the harbor day in and day out watching, learning, and remembering.

I’ll let you in on a secret: the girl has a motive. She learns the ways of the common people so that one day she is able to blend in with them and escape. She no longer wants this life of constant protection and routine. She wants excitement, exhilaration; she wants something that will actually make her want to get out of bed. She knows that it is out there. It screams to her in the night like a newborn babe.

Days pass and the girl knows that it is time and that she is ready to live the life she wants. She has been collecting clothes and shoes and baskets full of produce and goods that will make her look like the common folk. But even better than looking like everyone else is not acting like herself. The girl has watched and memorized the mannerisms of others relentlessly. She knows how to constantly look over her shoulder for thieves as well as how to kill one if need be. She can now barter and trade like the best haggler on the harbor.

All just from days of watching, observing, and memorizing.

As she prepares for her new life, she must realize what she is leaving behind.

There are the things she doesn’t like: routine and constantly being followed, but then the girl remembers the things that she has come to take for granted: a hot meal every night, security, and always knowing where she’ll be sleeping. But the thought of all the satisfying conditions in her life doesn’t stop her from remembering why she must leave.

This life isn’t for her. She can feel it in her bones. She is meant to be out there, with the common people, and then later, she will be working for a greater good. She will be more significant out there once she is no one, than she will ever be here, suffocated by big walls and guards while being someone.

No one knows of the girl’s plans. If they did she would immediately be locked

up and thought to be ill. Who would want to leave this life? they would say.

Security, routine. Security, routine. So many have fallen into the trap that they no longer see what else there is. What greatness there is.

Once she gets out there, where the people are, she knows that she will become greater than anyone has ever imagined. There’s something, maybe someone that has a plan for her. She is needed. And she is going.

This is her destiny.