She almoust 13 (late october.) And she asked me if her story was good. I really have no creativity ability so I don’t know what to say.
What do you think?
Please read.
Chapter 1
Mum and me. Just us. No man’s protective arms to save us against the cruel world we endure. This makes us vulnerable against danger. Against death.
We used to live on top of the market in central down town of a poor village, you know, us two.
When I four, I remember I would look out the windows to the bustle of the streets below. There where some odd sights such as confused, disfigured old magic men roaming the streets, which’d spells had gone wrong. And I could smell the slight stench of urine through the creak in the pane. Though still, nothing was overly awful.
Alas, slowly, bad times crept upon my town, infesting it. Mum put up white curtains against our windows, shielding out not only evil but also things that she didn’t want her daughter’s fresh, innocent mind to experience.
Against my mothers’ wishes, my little eyes would peek outside. Outside was the opposite of our curtains. Outside was black. Outside was grotesque. Outside burned horror and disturbing images into my brain. Images that would stay there forever.
Mother dearest hadn’t needed to worry about me looking out ever again.
One day, while I slept with mother in our one room dwelling, a single sliver off doom made it’s why through the crack in our window, into my left eye, blinding me. It also broke through to my mind, making me fight every day not to give in to its evil, to do only right. To not listen to the voice telling me to do sick, twisted little acts of mischief. Though the angel of heaven that father well blessed me with was stronger.
And my mothers crave to move us from then on were ever so strong too. It was a risky thing to do. For work was where the town was. Any other civilization that might not be covered with torture and tears would be across the vast sea, if there was one. And so since if we left, would food ever meet our mouths again? Would we wither away? Would heaven (or hell) be where we land?
Yes, it was risky to leave, though it was risky not to.
So during the lucky month, mum hid me as a Telder than a weak little child I was as we made our way out of trouble to safety. Children weren’t safe on the streets of my town in those dark ages when people or creatures of such sorts where as hungry as ever. But a Telder, they where safe against everyone! Nobody liked or wanted to be near a disgusting creep of a Telder. How they where loathed!
For mother, she disguised as a corrupted witch drained of her power, hence looking like a haggard, wasted cripple of flesh. Not a soul cared for them.
But even so we would loom in hidden corners as we went along, trying to keep from not others but the devils grasp.
Though darling girl, you might be asking, where might you have been going to? To the woods, where we’d be shielded under the sturdy oaks. Where the talk was that all there was nice and worthy. Where maybe we might not need a man to ward of the bad.
So hence, we used to live on top of the market in a certain central down town. But now we exist beneath trees. Beneath good.
Though really, could we have just been lured into evil it self’s grasp? Where the trees aura of protectiveness just a mask over their true tiny, sinful, beady red eyes?
I think so. . .
It’s only like the chapter one so the plot is them escaping evil. K, bear with me, she made this on the spot. She just started writing and this is what came out. And this is what she gave me. Nothing for school.
5 minutes ago
It’s only like the chapter one so the plot is them escaping evil. K, bear with me, she made this on the spot. She just started writing and this is what came out. And this is what she gave me. Nothing for school.
Sorry, wrong section.
Again sorry bout the section, grammer hasn’t been cheacked yet and she knows I put it on here.
My sister a creep i decided. :p
My sister a creep i decided. :p
Window Blinds Articles