These are two beginning I just came up with.. unfortunately they lack middles and ends.

The Twins

They did not need two children, Lucinda thought as she leaned into the door frame, at least not ones that looked so alike as they did. The way that they wandered ahead of them, leaving the little ones to scramble after their trailing furs, it did not really seem like they could ever want them both. Especially not the dreamy one, Lucinda reasoned, the one who liked to peer into window shops and little corners, the way they hollered at him to come after them in that weary exasperated way, they were almost at their wits end with him. She would, as it were, be doing them a service.
She looked at her own belly, barren these three years. Kip was a patient man and still very young, but she did not want him to have to wait for a son anymore. She wanted to have one now. She and Kip, they did not mind dreamers, not performers and wanderers like themselves. Besides, love is a much thicker tie than mere likenesses. In fact, if what they said about the monarchy was true, mere likeness had the capacity to exclude love.
So it was that, just after noon, Lucinda bent down beside a curly-headed boy and became, in a moment, his mother.

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Albert

Albert, the Labrador, did not plan things out quite in the same way that his master did. Sure, he would plan to make it to the other end of the yard and plan to make it back again by time for dinner, but unlike his master, Albert did not spend a lot of time fussing about futures, pasts and all the valuable presents that came between them. In fact, if you were to ask Albert, he would have been very confused by the whole idea of it all.
No, what made the sleek black dog pad determinedly under the fence, out of the yard and out into the open forest, was not any kind of plan, but Katie was entirely convinced that it was.
�Albert!� she cried, �Albert! Get back here! You can�t go beyond the fence! If I haven�t told you a thousand times.�
Katie knew it was worthless talking to a dog, but try as she might, she could not help herself from doing it. Ordinarily, Katie spent a lot of time listening: listening to teachers go on and on about life, culture and art, listening to her friends talk about their divided families, their shattered dreams, mental ailments and somewhat hazy futures, listening to her parents talk about finances, management, hiring, firing and all manners of other unpleasant things. Sometimes Katie got the impression that Albert was the only person- creature in the world that really listened to her- Well, most of the time.
�Albert!�

hahaha, I really like them. Especially Albert.
» Zanzibar on 2011-02-10 04:33:42

So you read "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man"? What did you think?
» Zanzibar on 2011-02-10 04:34:39

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