Is this a...a...dream?
It must be.
This can't possibly be real..
Can it?
I had never felt so content. So warm. So comfortable. Atleast from what I recall. I have never felt such a feeling. My eyes were drinking in the details before me, absorbing them. I was in a world of vibrant color and lights. Where was I?
I felt light. Like a feather. I took a step forward in my white dress, walking on what seemed like only air. I was afraid that I would fall and so I stumbled and fell. But I fell on something hard. I looked down, searching for what saved me from falling to my death, but all I could see were colors. Spots of pink and baby blue. And as I looked up, I could see a dazzling ball of green flame. My instincts told me to reach out to it. So I did. I touched it and felt, so my surprise, not a burning feeling, but a tickling sensation. I pulled my fingers away, closing them into a loose fist. I stared at the flame for a moment before quickly sending my hand through it with one swift motion. The same tickling sensation went through my finger tips. I was so confused. Where exactly was I? What kind of dream is this?
((Yupp. Just a thought in my head I was having for a story, so I'm putting it here to save it. I hope to continue sometime. Like my title? It's clever XD. Oh how I love study halls..))
I like it! It's kind of wierd... but I like it! If you do think of more... please post it ASAP!
I actually really like it. It is very interesting and I can't wait to read more of it.
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I agree. It's interesting.^^
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If Ms. Evans agrees then this must be good, you should read her one fanfic, called Million Wishes.
Lol. I was really only practicing some description. I'm really bad at describing things. That kinda just popped into my head during school one day so I thought I'd write it down for practice. I'll try to work off of it though if you'd like. 8)
Well that's good that you just write down something when you think of it, in fact, I had an idea from this... I think I'll go write that right now!!
That would be real tight if you could keep writing!
I stared at the flame for a moment. Then suddenly, it was gone. Without a single sound, it had simply disappeared and the warm and bright world that I was in was now dark and cold. I wish I knew why I was here in a white dress. And now...I was falling. Which is odd because from what I could feel, I was sitting on a hard surface.
Falling..
Falling..
I was screaming. Pain was coursing throughout my body. There was blood, I could feel it splurting out of my torso. I couldn't see the wound though. It was pitch black wherever I was. I screamed again, out of fear and pain. Nobody would find me. I was alone and I would bleed to death.
"Er... Miss Carter? Miss Carter, please wake up."
My eyes opened to a dimly lit hospital wing. It had to be late since the nurse was dressed in a night gown. "What...what happened?" I gasped, sitting up and wiping my brow with the back of my hand. The nurse put her hand on my shoulder. "Judging by your screams, you were having a nightmare. Mrs. Martin must have given you too little of a dose of potion. The doses change from person to person." I rubbed my eyes to make sure this was true. Sure enough, there was a skinny gray haired nurse smiling warmly at me.
"What did you dream of?" She asked.
"I...was falling." I replied, remembering the frightening experience.
"Oh...Miss Carter, do you remember your accident?"
I looked at her. I honestly didn't even know why I was here. "No Ma'am. What accident"?
The nurse took a deep breath and pulled down my blanket to reveal a leg covered in a thick cast.
"I knew Quidditch only brought injuries." She said. "You fell and completely shattered your leg. Most of it is mended, but we decided the muggle way is best in order to repair your leg properly. Too many bones to replace by magic."
I closed my eyes, trying to remember the accident. It was Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, and I was playing chaser on Gryffindor. We were winning only by ten. I got the quaffle and zoomed past purple robes in a flash, my eyes set on the goal posts. Then...my broom was hit by a bludger and broke in half. That was when I fell and broke my leg. I shivered at the memory of the pain.
"I think maybe we should send you back to your dormitory. You look like you've had enough of this place." I didn't realize that Rosie had placed the goblet onto my the dresser until the moved it closer to me. I took it and gulped it down. "Alright.... How long have I been out?" The nurse grinned. "Oh...only a day dear. Only a day."
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Lol. This is all stuff just in my head because I'm at the library. I'll work out a plot later. Hopefully =) Still grounded though T_T
I can't wait for more! I really like how quickly you incorporated it into the Hogwarts atmosphere! Bump!
I love it!!!!! YAY! HARRY POTTER!
Quote from: Miss Xantier on June 12, 2009, 07:23:04 AM
I love it!!!!! YAY! HARRY POTTER!
thanks for talkin bout my story. ;) cant wait for more of yours!!
An hour and a half later I was finally in my dorm, exhausted from getting up the stairs. My friend must have heard me gasping for air because as soon as I sat down, she was hugging me so it made it even harder to breathe.
"Allie!" She whispered happily.
"Hi...Em--ma." I gasped, patting her on the back. She released me and looked at my leg, visable from the glow of a candle on my nightstand.
"Oh Allie, your leg! Why didn't they just mend it?" She sounded worried. I sighed, finally catching my breath.
"My leg was shattered and it was too complicated to fully mend it magically. I guess she was worried that my bones wouldn't mend right and I'd have a deformed leg." I patted the cast. "But it's alright. I feel just fine. It's a little sore, but I might be able to make it to the next game." I looked at Emma with a grin, her face dark under my four poster.
"Well, I'm glad you're okay! Its too bad this all happened right before break too! Are you going to be able to get onto the train with that big thing on your leg?"
"Go to bed Em." I said as I layed back on my bed and pulled my leg up. She laughed and I heard her walk over the creaking floorboards to her bed. Five minutes later, I was out.
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"So you're going to your Mum's this year?" I asked Emma as we found an empty compartment on the train.
"Yeah. I get my Dads' for Easter and Thanksgiving, and Mum's for Christmas and New Year's. How fun.."
I gave her a sympathetic look. Surely going back and forth between parents isn't fun. Especially since her Father is a muggle. I didn't even notice the train moving and felt a bit of surprise when I saw the scenary of the outdoors zooming outside in the bright morning sunrise. It had just started to snow too.
"You live in a muggle village, don't you?" Emma asked me while munching on a pumpkin pasty. I nodded and stretched my arms.
"Yupp. I hate it when I can't do magic outside. My parents always think the neighbors are going to see a floating snowball above their heads or something." Emma chuckled.
"You should put a snowman on their car and charm it to make it pelt them with snowballs."
I laughed. "That would be great. But my Mum would kill me."
We spent the remainder of the train ride talking about pranks to pull on muggles, laughing about how they would react. We couldn't believe that we were already at Platform 9 and 3/4. We hugged as her Mom arrived, bundled up in a red jacket. Emma and her mother looked so similar. She had the same wavy brown hair and hazel eyes and body structure. "I'll see you in two weeks!" Emma called as they walked through the barrier.
I took a seat on a bench with my things, waiting for my parents, but they never came.
I really like this story.
I love the way you write with all the different words you use.
It makes the story easy to read without it dragging on.
Can't wait to read the rest of it.
*is speechless and claps*
I agree with Alexis. You use such a wide range in your vocabulary that makes it easy to read. Keep going, it's really great!
Bumpy!
((Awwwz! Thanks guys! I skip ahead a lot so its not just a bunch of pointless crap. I'm trying to figure out a storyline as I go along lol.))
Sitting for almost an hour, I started to feel a sense of worry. My parents were never ones to be late. I got up and headed for the barrier (at a rather slow pace), when I ran into a tall man with broad shoulders in a long shabby black cloak. When I looked up, I saw a face with watery black eyes, a long nose, and shaggy brown hair.
"Allison Kendra Carter I presume?" His deep voice spoke as he looked down at me. I felt really short now.
"Y-yes sir. Er...who are you?" I replied, my voice sounding cautious.
"My name is Atticus Marcius III. I work for the Ministry of Magic." He said. "I'm here to inform you that your parents have been arrested for the murder of Demetri Lucas. Do you know who that is Miss Carter?"
I felt shock come over me. I couldn't speak. I couldn't cry. I could only stand and stare at this stranger who could only bare bad news.
"Miss Carter..., I need to know." Atticus said, a tone of impatience in his voice.
"Yes. He was our neighbor. A...muggle." I began to sob. I struggled to breath and began to take in multiple gasps.
"Miss Carter, I know that you were not involved with any part of this incident, but I must tell you now that you may have to live with your grandparents from now on. How old are you?" The man rubbed his fingers over his chin, as if he were lost in thought.
"Seventeen." I lied.
"It says here that you are sixteen." Atticus said, holding up a piece of parchment that read the birthdate April 23rd, 1993.
"No. I was born on May 12th, 1992." I said before I could think. The man's eyes looked over mine for some sign of lying, but I held his gaze as strongly as I could.
"The ministry doesn't lie Miss Carter."
"Why would I lie about my birthdate?" I said. "I could care less about going back to my Grandparents' house while my parents are in Azkaban."
"Well...since you are indeed an adult, I guess I'll have to let you go. For now. I'm sure you know how to apparate then?" He asked skeptically.
"Yes."
"I suggest you apparate to your Grandparents' house. We will meet you there later this evening to discuss what will happen." He said with a small smile.
I took a deep breath and grabbed my trunk. I walked past him, my face in front of the barrier, and took out my wand.
Changio
I thought as the piece of paper the man was now stuffing into his shirt gave a very slight twitch. I hoped it worked. I hoped he wouldn't notice. I couldn't go back there for another year. They hated me.. They were muggles and they thought I was despicable.
"Well, are you going or do I have to wait here all day for you to get out of here? The barrier is supposed to be closing soon."
I sighed and thought of my destination and I spun around as quick as I could, going into constricting darkness, and winding up on a snow covered lawn covered with christmas decorations.
Hoisting myself up, I could tell I had made my destination.
Great...
((Kinda weird...but I'm working on it. I had 11 minutes left for today at the library so I had to rush. Hope you like it.))
I think this story, it gets better the more I read.
Keep it up, it is very entertaining.
cool! haha, my mum says my dandruff looks like I put oatmeal in my hair...
I totally agree with Alexis! I have no idea where you're going with this, but the surprise is gonna be good! I can feel it!
Thanks guys.
I don't like writing my stories on paper because I get bored and quit, so I'm forced to think of everything at the moment I get on here. Of course I plot a little at home, but not very much.
Quote from: Miss Xantier on June 27, 2009, 11:40:08 AM
cool! haha, my mum says my dandruff looks like I put oatmeal in my hair...
[Uh....I'm going to be blunt. That is disgusting....]
That's what I always did! (Plotting in my head) The problem was that I would always forget it! Then I started writing on paper, or typing when a computer was available...
Please write when you can!!