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 Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 11:17 pm
This is just meh being dumb XD. Anywaysssss. >o<
I want you to create a world. Like Alice in Wonderland, but you're Alice. Tell you got there. Be metaphoric. Like what life lessons you learned, things that confuse you, etc. Describe the people there. ^^ It'll take a while, so feel free to post as the story goes along. ^^ I'll post mine soon. ^^
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 1:35 am
Wonderland of Marsha I
She smiled shyly at me, and soon the shy smile turned into an uncertain grin, then changed to a frown. She looked away, and a tear rolled down her eye. I wiped it away and painted her upper eyelids black, then finished off the bottom. Her skin was porcelain white, any blemishes hidden with ivory cover up. Only a bit of blush gave her color on her high cheek bones. She stared at me, her eyes looking bored as she waited for the eyeliner to dry. I stared at the tail her eyeliners had at the outer edge of her eye. It reminded me of my loved hero, now hidden away and silenced by the world.
Abby came in and pushed me over to the side so she had room to look at herself in the mirror. I broke eye contact with my reflection and glanced at her, envy shining in the slight tint of green in my eyes.
"My hair looks awful today. It's such a hassle." My sister said, moving her curly light brown locks to and fro, trying to position them to her liking.
"You're hair looks fine. It's like mermaid hair!" I replied back cheerfully, ignoring my reflection's gaze. I giggled. "If you don't like it, you could always cut it off like I cut mine!" I joked, and she rolled her eyes.
"We have to go." She said dryly, leaving the bathroom and tugging on her backpack as she headed out the door. I nodded, quickly applying mascara. I slumped one of the straps over my shoulder and ran about the room, collecting all the things I needed that day. I sighed as I regretfully shoved in the smelly shin guards I had forgotten to wash the other day into my field hockey bag.
My heart raced as I headed down the stairs of the garage and slid into the back seat of Dad's car, throwing my stuff on the other side. I could feel the bags under my eyes drooping as I thought of the upcoming day. Oh how I feared it... I don't know how much I'll be able to take... Oh God, please be with me.
Elevator music Dad liked to play in the car constantly began to boom from the surround sound speakers of the automobile, and I turned my head to look out at the window, my eyelid becoming heavy. I allowed myself to fall asleep on the way to school, listening to the hum of the wind as the car accelerated. I bumped my head a few times when the car went to a complete stop, but easily repositioned myself. Finally I heard the doors open, and I knew it was time to go.
I repeated my goals for the year as I walked up through the school doors. One. To be the best servant to God and everyone around me as I can possibly be. Two. Be strong. I drilled in my head.
"Marsha!" Penny cried, running up and hugging me. "How are you dearest?" She asked, ruffling my short hair. I only liked it when a few people played with my hair. Though I cared very much for Penny... she was a year younger than me, and shorter. So it felt belittling to have someone so small pat my head. I patiently stood there and allowed her to mess with my hair before walking once more, heading to my locker. "I'm fine. Tired." I replied.
"Yeah, me too. I still have to get those caffeine pills for you!" She replied.
"Yes! And right away!" I cried dramatically, taking out my pre-calculus book. I hated math with a passion, none of it made sense. And I had it first period everyday.
"Why don't you sleep?" She asked. "You need sleep!"
"I just get anxious, and I can't get to bed."
"Maybe if I was there with you, you'd be able to sleep a little better..."
Penny joked. We were always making suggestive jokes with each other. In the school world, she was my wife after all.
"Why yes darling, I need you to be by my side at all times." I replied, hugging her. She pushed away.
"That was a bit awkward..." She said, giggling and shifting her eyes to look at other people for feedback. I felt myself sink. Penny was an actress, and loved theater. And she was a great friend. But... then she'd say something suggestive and as soon as I'd return it, she'd blame to stupidity of the conversation on me, as if I was the one who started it. I shook it off nether the less and smiled, shrugging. "That's how I roll." I said, heading to class.
Pre-calculus... what a drag... There were always numbers and rules that didn't make sense to the average Joe like me. I wished I was smarter like my friend Nana, who sat in front of me. She understood everything. I hated asking her questions all the time because after she explained it, the answer seemed so blatantly obvious. I sketched a cartoon being hung by a rope made of the numbers that made up pi.
After scraping through another hard morning, it was lunch time. My stomach growled as I struggled trying to find lunch. They didn't really supply very much food for vegetarians like myself, so I usually had a muffin and water. I was disappointed with the lack of nutrition, but if it ceased the embarrassing gurgle my tummy made, I would sacrifice my health. I would sacrifice a lot just to keep my power. The power to be invisible.
Stuffing the last bite of muffin down my throat and making it expand with water, I stood from my seat and said goodbye to my friends. I headed towards the bathroom to clean my hands of the sticky feeling I got when I have a muffin. I looked up and glared at the girl who stared back at me in the mirror. She had my tragic hero's eyes. Sad but kind. My hero's were a light and golden brown. This girl was a fake with her icy gray blue eyes. I had no idea of the actual color of them, but I hated their stare. I looked away and dried my hands, heading back to finish classes.
I doodled the little cartoon people I usually did between taking notes. Today, they were a bit more... gruesome than usual. Another good friend of mine, Lucy, look over and her elbow nudged me as she stared at the girl who bled from the eyes with black tears--only because I was drawing in pencil and had no red. I smiled at her and shrugged. She rolled her eyes. Her wrist shoved my hand out of the way as she wrote a "?".
I wrote back a "?" in return and she raised an eyebrow at me with annoyance. She drew an arrow and wrote "why did you draw yourself with eyes like that". I looked back at the drawing. I hadn't meant to draw myself, but it didn't look similar to my appearance. I shrugged, not wanting to explain. She mouthed out "emo" and continued writing notes.
I was relieved for the end of the school day. As usual, I almost fell asleep in the last class of the day. Inevitable since I only have one or two hours of sleep each night. I slipped on my disgusting shin guards on after putting on my socks--because I unlike most people wear my socks under my shin guards-- and headed outside to the field. I was late again, so I had to quickly shove my feet into my cleats and run to practice.
"Sorry coach." I apologized to my petite, small figured coach. She had an irritated face.
"What's going on? You haven't been getting to practice on time, and without a note too." She said flatly.
And the thing was, I couldn't tell her the truth. I was unmotivated to go to practice. To do homework. To eat. To breath. To live. That was the reason I was late. And though there was curiosity inside me that wondered how she would react to that, I didn't dare say it. Instead, I put on a regretful frown and sighed, shaking my head. "I'm just not able to get all my academics done in time..."
"Well, fix it." She replied, and I nodded, turning from her and joining the rest of the team.
Practice was exhausting, the heat boiled my pale skin and turned it pink, my least favorite color. And no one cared about our team anyway. Everyone else thought field hockey was stupid, which sometimes I couldn't help but agree with, but other times... I saw the devotion and determination our team had. It made me want to push as hard as I could, bringing our forgotten team out of the shadow that the soccer teams cast.
I tried to complete at least one of my goals as being a servant. I rarely allowed people to carry my own things for me. I felt like it was a burden. So instead, I tried to help my team in every way possible, from taking one more bag back to the equipment room despite having two already to running to get the water jug for the team.
We were doing a three on two drill, I had just finished mine, and I stopped to take a drink of water from the jug. Jackie, a teammate and dear friend of mine, smiled at me. "Marsha? Why do they call you Marsha anyways?" She asked.
I swallowed the water and shrugged, tired of explaining the same story over and over. "My shin guards look like Marshmallows. But both Marshmallow and my real name are hard to pronounce with a mouth guard. So Marsha is the next best thing." I replied tiredly. Sometimes I loved my nickname, and other times.. I couldn't despise anything more. Jackie nodded and took off, being her turn in the drill.
Huh... It's just like the essay I read a few nights ago. I thought. In my AP English class, we read essays every night and wrote in our journals about them. One--though it was not my favorite-- was about a servant girl who's name had been changed from Margarita to Margaret, then to Mary. All for the convenience of her employer, because Margarita was too difficult to pronounce, and Margaret was too long. I broke from my thoughts and picked up a ball, running up to the sixteenth mark and hitting it off to the offense.
Walking in, I passed my crush. He was a tall, awkwardly built boy, one grade above me. He has glasses that took up his face and hid away his clear blue eyes. There was really nothing special about him when it came to looks or charm. But there was something to him. The way he smiled, laughed, and made jokes. It opened up a part of me that I had lost when I was little. A happy part. I smiled and waved at him, and he did the same, saying "G'night!"
I fell onto my bed and cried when I got home. Part of me told myself to get up because my sweat would stink up the bed sheets. That side of mine that always lectured about this and that. I wish it could just shut up once and a while. But it wouldn't. And I couldn't get up. At least not now. I needed a break. I decided, logging onto Gaia and contacting my friend Lala. She was the only one I actually enjoyed talking to lately. She just... understood what others didn't. She wouldn't judge me for liking anime unlike all my friends at school who thought it was weird. She was there for me and could handle my intense mood swings. And she was on at late times of the night, just as I was.
I sighed and finally got up to take a shower. I looked in the mirror as I waited for the hot water to kick in. The girl wasn't as ugly as I thought she was this morning. She was plain, but not ugly. There was a certain grace and enchanting elegance to her that made me sad. My hand stroked her neck, then clawed at the windpipe. My nails dug into her flesh, leaving a small indent. Sometimes I did this and didn't know why. And other times, I did. It made me remember when I was little. In the back of the car, I used to wrap the belt around my throat and make it lock so it would pull back. I was too little to remember why I did it. I stared at her, and she stared back at me with my hero's eyes. I felt a bit dizzy, and let go of her neck, getting into the shower.
I hummed a tune I had stuck in my head as I usually did. I cried a little like I usually did, then continued singing, hearing the chords dance around the notes I sang. When I was little, I cried all the time when I sang. I loved sad songs, not because of their melancholy words or feelings of regret, but because of their beauty. After scrubbing away the sweat and dirt, I stopped the shower and dried myself, slipping on pajamas. I looked up and became enraged. The girl's eyes were puffed out because I had cried in the shower a bit. The black make-up ran down her cheeks from her eyes like she had tears of black ink. I put my fingers up to one eye and clawed at the lower lid, revealing the white of my eyeball. Why do I do this? You're beautiful, stop it! The motherly voice in my head said. If only you practiced smiling a bit more. I shook my head angrily.
Really, how bipolar of me... I thought, using my other hand to take the claws away. I stroked my cheek lightly, my finger nails softly scraping my skin.
I looked up, and ten o'clock had become two o'clock once more by accident. I shut down the computer, saying goodbye to Lala, and played my iPod softly as I tried to sleep.
My covers wrapped around me snugly like chains wrapped around a prisoner. My pillow propped my head so my neck stretched out. my hands crossed and hid under my pillow. Around my neck was my baby blanket, wrapped tightly like a noose.
I hated sleeping. It was the time memories came back more than they did during the day. I lied awake, thinking of painful things. When did this start? I wondered. Why am I like this? I know I hadn't always been so... A little girl flashed in my head.
She barked and crouched down to be in some sort of dog position. The other girls played and laughed around the soccer net. The girl bark and whined, but they ignored her. She tried to come in the net too, but the tallest girl screamed at her and another girl took her back outside.
I stared up at the ceiling, covered with stick on glow-in-the-dark stars. I was tired not only physically, but mentally. I felt the cold hands of my beloved hero pulling me down with her. I could see her clearly in my mind. Her beautiful light skin, her fragile, tall body. Wearing simple clothing that made her look like an angel. A smile that made my heart warm. How I missed it. Her golden eyes sparkled in the sun, but she looked cold as ice. Shadows merged from behind her and wrapped their slimy tentacles around her, pulling her away from me. She held out her hand, and I took it. But I knew I couldn't go. I didn't want to, though I missed her.
I had to stay here. I knew it. We were different despite the similarities. I had to wait here, in this world that judged quickly and labeled you at first glance. And once you were labeled, you couldn't escape the fate. "God... I'm tired of this place... What am I doing here?" I asked out loud. "I need a purpose. Did You forget to give me one?"
"If you're so tired, leave." A voice said. I closed my eyes. I heard this voice at night a lot.
"Where?" I asked.
"To another world. Where there's no judgment or sadness. Only happiness!" It cried. I began to sob, and the voice comforted me by humming a lullaby my grandmother sang to me when I was little.
"Will you come?" It asked.
And without hesitation, I replied: "Take me there."
I felt sleep begin to take over me, my hero's pull dissipating. I shivered, unable to feel anything but the tug of my noose, pulling me down on the bed. It felt like I was sinking into the mattress, and I tried to struggled to break free, but my blankets kept me from moving.
"There, there. I will grant your wish." The voice said kindly. I tried to open my eyes, but something kept them closed. I was drowning in cold water, sinking to the bottom. This wasn't what I wished for! I thought, cursing myself. I felt myself hit the bottom and open my eyes with surprise.
The ground was soft, pearl white sand. The sky was a clear and warm blue, with only fluffy clouds decorating it. I sat up. I must have fallen asleep.... I thought. Oh the cruelty of dreaming. I glanced around and decided I ought to have a look around.
((To Be Continued....))
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 8:20 pm
This is an interesting topic and all but give me paper and ill write it im just not used to typing alot of stuff down srry... sweatdrop
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 9:50 pm
Anne's Wonderland...
" ...Ugh..." I croaked as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my hair was still wet from taking a shower. My eyes where baggy and looked like I was recovering from being punched in the face. " Hurry up! You're going to be late again!" my mom yelled from down the hallway. " Yeah I know I' m just making sure I don't look like I fell outta bed!" I yelled back...I actually did fall out of bed that morning. Once I was ready I grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door, my mom sauntering behind me. We said nothing as we drove to my school, there never was anything to talk about. Once we arrived I stared at all the students, half of them had their cellphones out, the other half where busy gossiping or fiddling with their hair. I reluctantly opened the car door and waved to my mom before climbing out and shutting the door behind me. Some students stared at me as a walked past them, whispering to their friends " Is that a guy or a girl? Her hair is really short." I ignored them completely and continued walking. I arrived to my desired destination, the front of the library, it was where all my friends hanged out. I sort of migrated between two groups of friends. One group contained my friends from middle school, which I'm pretty sure are starting to be embarrassed to be around me. And then group two was the friends I met when I first started high school, they where the truly awesome ones. I bounced over to my high school friends smiling " Wasup peeps!?" I chirped in my usual hyper demeanor. My tallest friend Chewie(I call him that cus he looks like Chewbaca) smiled " Ey, it's Anne~" he said, high-fiveing me. I grinned but then was suddenly taken surprise when my friend Lita glomp-attacked me " Hallo Anne~!" she said cheerfully. I chuckled " Ello Lita..." I said, trying to pry her off of me because she was sort of chocking me. She let go and bounced away, She's always more hyper then me...so care free... I thought with envy. I spent the next few minutes talking with my friends until the homeroom bell rang. I groaned loudly " UUUUUGH I DUN WANNA GO TO COMPUTER CLAAAASS!" I shouted, my friends all sighed and nodded in agreement. We all waved goodbye and I headed to my class room. I slumped into my assigned seat and took out my blue drawing binder and began doodling a picture of my character Kimi in a kimono lying down ina bed of grass(please don't accuse me of copying Marsha, I actually draw as well D; ). "Anne, put that away please." said the teacher. I ground my teeth "Alright..." I hissed, closing the binder. I hated above all things when someone told me to stop drawing, it was almost like telling me not to breath. I was alone during lunch, because all my friends where busy for some reason or another. I heard other people gossip about me behind my back " Wow, that girl really should to something with her hair it looks horrendous." " Yeah haha! I think she might be in special ed or something, from what I've heard she's a freak!" the few things they said after that I was unable to hear, then I heard again " Heh, You should throw something at her to see how she reacts." Ah boy, here we go... I heard some rustling of plastic and out of the corner of my eye I saw an arm being rasied. I braced my self to try and catch whatever it was they where going to throw. The arm came down and I quickly whipped my head around to face them, only to be hit in the face by and orange. I rubbed my nose, feeling the pain slowly rise in my face. The girls cackled and walked away Yeah f**** you too...I wish I could just go to a world where people like them didn't exist. The rest of the day passed by slowly, I fell asleep in my math class and had a pebble thrown at me. I had forgotten to eat lunch and my stomach was screaming at me to eat food. After school was over I walked into my bus, and thought up a clever reason why I didn't have my pass. I sat down in the seat near the center of the bus and put my earphones on and listened to music on my Mp3. I had fallen asleep after the bus had began driving, I dreamed of being in a completely different world, a magical, strange, wonderful world. When I woke up I saw that the other students where all gone, the bus driver wasn't even there. I got up, paused my music player and looked around " Hello...?" I hoisted my backpack onto my shoulders and stepped out of the bus. " Ok...?" I saw what seemed to be my school, but it looked very different, the buildings where colored differently and where arranged in an odd order. But the structure of the buildings where the same...I put my Mp3 in my pocket and walked towards the odd looking place.
...shall be continued
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:32 pm
Its very well written.
I love the detail.
Its really good!
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 11:41 am
Mraaah, we mustn't forget about this thread~! *posts to keep it alive*
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 5:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 7:44 pm
Wonderland of Marsha II
It's time to wake up. Wake up before it's too late. I shook my head and sat up, my fingers playing and caressing the sand like it was a kitten. The clear blue ocean was almost too perfect, even the waves were symmetrical and the fish could be seen swimming against the current, their brilliant colors shining in the sun. But even the sun was to my preference. Not too hot or light, but just enough so I could see every thing. Am I... dead? I wondered, my eyes wandering around.
There seemed to be almost no one around. It was deathly quiet and it made my stomach churn with anxiety. Where did I wish myself away to? I wondered, though to be honest I didn't actually care. I didn't want to leave. Ever. Though none of my friends or family seemed to be here... Everything seemed so beautiful and so perfect here. I had no desire in any fiber of my being to go back to reality if that's what awaited me back there.
Getting onto my feet, I felt the sand shift beneath me and a strange booming noise echoed from a far. Was there someone on this island besides me after all? Walking towards the noise I noticed that my shoes were missing, and my toenails were even painted a sparkly green, just the tint I liked. I giggled and stretched my toes happily before beginning my trudge along the beach towards where I thought the noise was produced.
I heard another set of footsteps running at a fast speed, but before I could even turn around I felt someone knock me down to the ground and I screamed as I heard the fearful noise of a gunshot cracking through the air and hitting only meters away from where my head was lying in the sand.
I coughed and struggled away from whoever had wrapped their arms around me, but they merely stiffened and made me angrier until I boiled over the edge and began yelling, telling them to get off me this instant.
Another shot blew past the two of us and before I knew it I was up on the ground and over the person's shoulder like one would carry a hostage away. I pounded on their back and squirmed, but it was no use. I looked up to search and locate where the shooter was, but couldn't see anything.
Finally when we reached the forest that bordered the shore, a few minutes later I was dropped onto the ground and I groaned, coughing and crying for be handled in such a manner. I looked up and with surprise I gasped, frozen.
It was a soldier, a young boy perhaps a little older than me. He had crystal blue eyes and brown, curly locks that sat in front of his forehead like most Prince Charming's hair was styled. His skin was tan and he had a little freckle on his cheek. Though I was fuming at him, all he could do was smile at me.
"Stop it! Stop smiling! How dare you carry me like that and push me over? What was that person shooting at?" Thousands of questions poured out of my mouth like no one's business, and though I would normally be embarrassed to be acting like such a naive little child, I couldn't help it.
But the young soldier kept... Kept... Smiling. I wanted to slap the grin off of his face; it made me so angry. All of a sudden, his voice rich and light, he spoke and I became silent.
"The anti-bodies think you're some sort of virus, so I had to protect you. I know exactly who you are. And if you die, this place will vanish!" He exclaimed, his hand reaching out for me as he politely bowed and kissed my hand. I blushed and stared at him with utter confusion. "I'm sorry you had to have such a rough arrival, but I'm glad you're here. I've been waiting for you since I was born!" He exclaimed, and I was automatically creeped out.
"Y-You're... you're nuts..." I told him, taking my hand away from his and backing away. His head turned to the side and I fell over on a tree root. He chuckled at me and I blushed, crossing my arms.
"Aww... Need some assistance, my dear?" He asked, his hand reaching out for mine. I swatted at him bitterly and clumsily got to my feet by myself, scowling at him and letting out sighs of disapproval. I passed him and began making my way in some other direction than where he was.
But of course, he quickly followed me, asking where I was heading. I stated sharply that I had no idea except I wanted him to go away, and he just laughed, shaking his head cheerfully. My feet began stomping harder and harder into the ground as I fumed, my pace increasing.
By the time I was done, I was sprinting away from the soldier who now was not so calm. He begged me to slow down and stop, but I shook my head and continued to run away from him with fear.
I screamed as the moment I looked behind me to see if I had lost him, there was no longer any ground to support my feet. My head snapped back and I gasped. I'm falling. I'm falling! I realized, the wind picking up speed as my whole body had now accidentally ran off the side of a large cliff. My screaming echoed but it seemed like this was the horrible end. My eyes shut and I didn't even look at the ground I was about to impact.
((To Be Continued...))
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:11 am
Awesome idea Marsha. :U <3 I love it. x3
Ich in Wonderland
Well, I had fell into a stream while bending down to pick a nice, pretty wild flower and found myself unable to bring myself to the surface of the water. I drifted down quickly, rainbow-colored bubbles gliding behind me, feeling the impact of the water against my face. I held my breath all the way down, finding myself able to get up from a surface like I had just fell into it.
I couldn't differ whether which was up or which was down, but it certainly seemed I had fell up and turned down.
I barged upwards out of the water, wet but warm, looking around at a place similar to the field of flowers I had been in at first. It was coated in flowers, but very strange, multi-colored ones that swayed delicantly in the wind as though they were dancing. Birds that gradually changed colors like cuddlefish; slowly and rapidly.
I looked down at my clothing, which had changed to an atrocious red that floating like the ocean, glimmering in the sunlight.
Turning my head, I saw a hopping figure. Oh, a bunny! Maybe I can sneak up behind it and ask it where I am! I hurried up behind it, sneaking along after it. The small thing was an ebony black, shimmering lightly in the pink sunlight. Hopping so fast as it did, I assumed it must be late, ever so late for something!
"Excuse me, my dear little rabbit, do you know the time and maybe where I am?" It gave a stifled cry, leaping on more hurriedly, as if fearful I was going to grab for him. "Oh, dear little rabbit, please don't be afraid! I do not wish you harm---Oh please come back, dear little rabbit!" But it continued ever so fast, bouncing along even quicker, actually seeming to whimper like I had never heard a rabbit whimper. I don't believe I've heard a rabbit whimper, let along make a noise.
After thinking this over, the rabbit appeared to have dissappeared with the swaying flowers, simply fading away. I gave a sigh, figuring I must continue my desperate search for animals or people that could tell me where I was. I flounced about in my satin red dress, think brown hair tied behind my head. My hair has never been so straight and long... I wonder why ever this world is changing my appearance? I scurried, feeling my long silky hair, looking for someone to speak with.
I saw a figure in the distance, one with frills of pink all over her clothing; a dress. Oh, it's a woman! Maybe she can tell me something! I ran over to her, picking up my skirts, going her way. "Excuse me, Madame! Do you know where we are?" She turned to me, her face stricken with worry.
"Have you seen my dear bunny rabbit! He couldn't have just run off, could he? Oh, my dear bun-bun!" Her eyes teared up, looking around frantically.
"Oh, Madame, I've seen a black rabbit scurrying around these fields! Is that useful?"
She looked up at me with hope in her damp eyes. "Oh, my dear girl, that is very useful! Very, very useful! Thank you, thank you!" And she kissed both my cheeks, grabbing my rist, desperately looking about for her missing rabbit. "Where was the last place you saw my poor bunny-boo?"
I observed the area; it all looked the same, all the multi-colored flowers swaying away in the breeze softly. But I was sure I had only seen the rabbit a few feet from myself. I pointed in front of myself. "I think he was there, Madame, hopping around like he was scared. I tried to call out to him, but he only ran away faster!"
She put her free hand to her mouth. gasping. "Oh, thank you! He must have wandered off into the Underworld again! He always does that, it seems!" And she let go of my rist. I looked at her for a split second and she suddenly was cut apart from the world I was standing on and vanished.
Too dumbstruck to speak, I was curious of what this 'Underworld' was. I had heard about the Underworld in Greak Mythology. It told of a god by the name of Hades who commanded the world of the dead. He was greedy and craved power. He had even kidnapped his own wife, Persephone, whome was his own niece. But I needn't think about people marrying their own relatives; I had much greater things to worry about. Where was I?
I wandered about carelessly, bounding into a few flowers that seemed to curse at me every time I did so. I stumbled into a tree, which didn't curse me like the flowers, or actually even speak. It was a twisted, dark tree that seemed to have been knotted like how sailor's twirl rope. And I should know, my dad had been in the navy.
I edged towards the knotted tree. There was a crook in the middle, a hollow hole. I put my thin hand into it. Icey coldness swirled around it; a cold hand gripped it. I screamed and went bursting in, my hand gripped so tightly by the crisp hand. "Let me go, let me go!" I howled as I fell down deeper and deeper into the tree, so far now that I had no way of knowing what was happening except the horrible feeling of rushing down with the grip of a steel-like hand around my rist.
Finally, my free-falling settled down and I rammed into the ground softly, expecting a pain beyond belief. It was a checkered floor; black and white and very empty. In the far distance, and I mean the very far distance, was a giant throne with... a man in it? It appeared so. He had his head resting upon the back of his silky white hand, seeming to grin at me unpleasantly. But he hadn't been looking at me, he was looking down at the little black rabbit! This must be the Underworld! I certainly didn't expect it to be empty with checkered tile floors. But I did expect a rather rushed up looking man sitting upon a throne. There was a smaller throne next to his, which was empty. Maybe that's Persephone's chair. But it's Spring, so it's only clear why she's gone.
I glided towards the rabbit, but Hades seemed to notice me at last, lifting his boney head up, his lamp-like, yellow eyes staring at me. My body went numb and stiff, unable to move, just stare at his diseased-looking eyes.
"You there," came his grim, scarring voice that hissed like a snake. "why are you here?"
I was still quite paralyzed with alarm. Oh please make him stop looking at me, oh please, oh please, oh please...
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:47 pm
Oh my frikken gosh...I was typing a wonderland thing for an hour, and realized that I didn't even like it. Then, instead of editing it, I accidentally deleted all of my work. Why can't I be smart for a change, or perhaps, think before acting? D:
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 7:04 pm
I'm almost done with Part two~! >w<
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