Once Upon a Time…
A Strange Sort of Prologue
She sat in hidden tower of ancient, grey stone, worn smooth over time. On her lap lay a book, an old book, as ancient as the room. She pored over it, her fingers tracing the bright silver vines and slender, shining leaves embedded on the cover. She flipped slowly through the book and stopped to look at an entrancing drawing of a tall, beautiful fairy-like creature.
The tower-girl’s glossy hair unwound from the intricate braids that it is ensnared by, falling loosely, like dark streaks of rain, around her Elven-like face. Her clothing and the silver band on her head indicated nobility. Suddenly her sharp intake of breath shattered the silence as a rock will ripple a quiet pool of water if thrown in. A strong wind swirled around her, coming seemingly from the book. Her whole body was tense, and her eyes, bright, flashing, and startled, looked strange somehow. They were clear, bright, and reflective, like sunlight flashing on a glassy surface, seeming to be all colors, changing as they moved; brilliant, bright, and unnatural. Suddenly her hands flew up to her eyes and covered them. Simultaneously, the book fell to the cold stone floor and landed with a thud, its covers closed. As suddenly as it came, the strange wind disappeared. Her hands fell and rested on her lap, her eyes still closed. She let out a deep breath and sank against the wall, exhausted. She then opened her eyes and reached for the book. But something was wrong. She seemed unsettled, and her eyes lost their strange brilliance. Here we leave her, but the time will come to return. Because without her, there would be no story. But before we get to her role here, we must go back to her, before this takes place- I am sorry if this statement confuses you, but that is all part of the mystery, and I do not wish to clarify. Work it out for yourself.
Now, If you will turn the page, it is time to begin our story.
Comments
My thoughts
It is a little confusing, but probably not in any way you didn't intend it to be.
You really make me feel like I'm reading a book with the last part.
I wrote it to be a book, so
I wrote it to be a book, so that's what I was going for at the end. :)
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
I likey
Whoa! Very discriptive and well written. I'll be reading!
Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Anna, you told me i couldn't
Anna, you told me i couldn't read your book untill i joined Apricotpie, and now i claim my right as a guest writer,and soon-to-be monthly writer, to read your book. I would like you to know that for the 13 years iv'e known you, i have never once seen you without your hands wraped tightly around a book as if it were a swadling babe, and i wanted you to know that you were a big part of my love for reading. I thank you, and i will strive not to be so akward the next time we play the story game, (though i make no promises.) i will now turn the page and enbark upon an adventure that is sure to be... o what the heck, it looks realy good, I CANT BE SO POETIC FOR SO LONG WITHOUT A BREAK, (a shuffeling of feet and a cry from Josiah clearly tells you that Paul is venting his anger on his little brother.) Ok...im Ok... well, anyway, i look forward to reading your book and i will tell you how much i like it in person sometime at church
This is from my friend! It
This is from my friend!
It was confusing and yet amazing, and I can't believe you wrote it when you were twelve!!!
~Erin~
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one on my left knee that is the perfect map of the London Underground....." Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
"I'm not skerd." Adam Lambert
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Oh...interesting
Oh...interesting
Formerly Kestrel
that was good
That was really good!
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
Your invited to Apricot Tarts
Dear Anna,
Your invited to http://apricottarts.webs.com Write on! Kassady P.S. please invite as many APer's as you can!
"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!
Hoi.
Nice, Anna! You're right, it is a bit confusing. Also, in the second paragraph I couldn't tell if you were describing the person in the picture or the girl. Saying 'the tower girl' doesn't help clear it up much, but oh well.
Hey, well, I'm new to AP, so please make sure to read some of my work. I think you'll recognize it.
-S. Knight.
My cat sits, gracefully licking a paw. He suddenly stops, and stares. Alert, he watches the thing passing in front of him. He pounces, and grabs the thing out of the air. He makes a cat snort, and tries to spit it out of his mouth. Hacking and coughing to get rid of it, we all realize the truth. Just a passing ball of fluff.
I simply CANNOT believe that
I simply CANNOT believe that this was 8 years ago. Where has the time gone?
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
I'M JEALOUS!
AMAZING! It's so good!