[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : The Elder Gods Edition

I have n't written anything in years ( since I was a child aspiring to be an author ) and recently I've been wanting to write, though I do not have any ideas for a story or know where to start. So tonight I tried to write as if a story was beginning, though I do not know where it leads. I am posting it here to have any useful thoughts because I really want to start writing again but I'm afraid I've lost my creativity on the way. Also, English is not my first language and I try my best not to let it show... Anyway, thank you for reading and for any useful comment on this rather raw piece of writing. 
 
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 Maggie had never been much of a dreamer. She was only six when her father tried to tell her the story of fairies, werewolves and witches. He ’ d try to make her laugh by imitating a very talkative, enchanted duck, and to scare her by talking of the great wizard who had cursed the princess. Most of the times, she ’ d just frown and say “ no, Daddy, no ”. That was it. Her imaginative, creative Daddy would insist, but to no avail. Castles were not enchanted, forests were not haunted, wolves were wolves and men were men. No, Daddy, no. Frustrated, he ’ d find comfort in the thought that she ’ d make her Mommy proud. Born of an unexpected union, Maggie looked so very much like her father, with her dark curls and bright blue eyes. Yet, as she grew up, he soon came to realize that she was every bit like her mother in all other aspects. Frankly, you could say she was bad-tempered. Often, Peter would wonder how such an adorable looking child could behave like such a manipulative monster. Maggie was kind-hearted, by all means, but she had a way to decide how she wanted things to go and to stick to it. Just like her mother before her. Compared to the creative Peter, Julie was much more of a realist. They had met each other at school, not knowing, then, what a life they would eventually have together. Years later, in a different place, they met again as two awkward teenagers who only had music in common. Peter, as an aspiring guitarist during his teenage years, and Julie, as a talented listener. She was not very good at any instrument, though Peter would encourage her to sing along, but she enjoyed to sit back and listen. This tiny, fragile bond between two bored people in a lost town had eventually grown into a much deeper relationship and, fast forward a decade, Maggie was born. Many twists and turns later, Maggie was there, sitting on her father ’ s lap, asking him to stop with the silly stories. She wanted to know about the planets and the stars, and why the sky was blue, and why slugs were afraid of salt, and why would some people die old and others young. She was always buzzing with questions about virtually anything she could think of, and some days her father would find it tiring. But, remembering her mother ’ s thoughtful look that she used to take when reading about something new, he would try to answer the best he could to the little girl ’ s never-ending flow of curiosity. 
 

