I was in a writing program and my professor gave us this assignment where she handed a novel by random and were told to copy down the first sentence and continue the story. I recieved a copy of “An Artist of The Floating World” by Kazuo Ishiguro and this was the story I came up

By Mia Huang   For how long can one stay in the same apartment before its scrapes and stains become too much to bear?   Walls stand as a lonely observer, watching over ebbing emotions. Screams fade into hoarse whispers, names loosely echoing between bricks.   If the walls spoke, what stories would they tell?

The summer Zephyr pushes a sheer layer of moisture against my skin, leaving my bare legs slightly sticky as I walk past the sidewalk. A few droplets land on my shoulders, leaving a chilling sensation. I look up to see my neighbor’s lemon tree, and I search for the underripe lemons hiding behind the dripping

The baby’s fingers tip over the bottle of warmed milk that the mother had just retrieved from the double boiler. The newborn’s fingers grasp reflexively, unable to get ahold of the feeding bottle. Warm milk traces its path around the table, seeping into the crack between the glass cover and the hickory wood. The pacifier