14 April 2012
Chapter 1
I can feel the dirt beneath me, warm to the touch. Its dark, so dark my eyes could be closed. There's no sound. Just my breath and the ruffle of my worn clothes as I move to listen. I begin to feel around, my left hand stretched out far. Crawling to my hands and knees I shuffle forward. Feeling around there is something hard and cold. I move my hands up and stand, reaching as high as possible. Nothing different still hard and cold. My back slumps against the wall and my hands in despair to my face. A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away, I slide down the cold hard surface and rest on the floor. Hands beside me I grab at the dirt fiercely and angrily throw a handful as hard as I can. It hits the object imprisoned me and makes a sharp dull sound. My eyes widen. I've heard that sound before, memories flash inside my head as I try to recall the sound. I drop to my knees fast and rush to find the edge of object, the dirt quickly I start grabbing at it more and more, my hands like shovels faster and faster then... Light. A beam of light shines through brightly, I hear my heart beating in my chest and my breath pauses as more light bellows in. soon there is enough room for me too squeeze through.
The brightness of the light stings my eyes and I close them tightly, still able to see light through the translucence of my eyelids. I push my arms forward and pull my body, pushing my toes into the dirt behind. Again just a few more, my eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light. I push one more time with my feet and the lip of the object scrapes my heels. It stings as the soil around my feet creeps in to the wound, but I don't care I’m free. I'm free. No time to waste, need to get moving quickly before anyone comes back looking for me.
I look around heart racing wandering where to go. My eyes now adjusted I see dirt, everywhere. Behind me my prison, a plant pot. No creativity in some humans, “catch a fairy with a plant pot, pleh” I muttered to myself. In front, a brick wall, “grrreat, cos that helps”. I rush towards it, limping slightly from the pain in my heel. The wall is high, too high to climb and I'm too tired to fly. Looks like a long walk, but which way. To the left brick wall, to the right more brick wall, but also more plant pots. So after escaping one I want to go towards more. Yeah think the lack of oxygen got to me, but its worth a shot. The pots are huge stacked up one on top of the other. Almost as high as the wall. There's vegetables in the ground, newly dug earth and smell of manure, deep dark soil, unlike the rest of what I can see. The long grass hides the view of nearly everything. I can just make out the top of a house, moss covering the roof tiles. I see a route to climb, so I take one more look around and begin to grab at the flat surfaces of the pots. Its hard but the lips to the pot tops are great crevasses to hold on too. Closer to the top I move round, fluttering my wings hoping to get some height. My back almost touching the wall I froze.
Distant noises approaching starts my heart beating faster. I strain to hear what it is or ho it could be. As the noise draws closer. Humans! They're going to see me, I wont get away. In my head I could hear my conscience screaming RUN, RUN. But I froze! I couldn't move, the beat of my wings drummed heavily in the background, the wind around my ears whistled slowly. Voices drew closer, faster. I gathered myself and thought quickly. Tucking in between the brick wall and pots I balanced able to peer round. Voices were almost upon me but I couldn’t see anyone. I looked up for a split second to see a hand running along the wall. Stopping to talk I listened to their conversation.
“Thank you for walking me home John.” came a sheepish whispered voice. Leaning against the wall, John muttered “No worries Mary, any time.” “well...I better go cos my mum will be waiting.” Mary replied shyly. He turned around facing directly at me. I stared right at him and he stared right back! His face looking disappointed, he lammed his fist on the wall which shook the pots. The vibration shook my hold from the wall and I slipped. Footsteps echoed in the pot next me, the human, John, as walking away but I'm sure he had seen me. He looked straight at me. Didn't He? --------------------------------- Thank you for reading. This is chapter 1 of my book that I am hoping to publish in 2013.
I would love any criticism or comments please don't be shy.
I do apologies for spellings however the laptop I used has an inoperative s and w key so I have to copy and paste the letters which is a pain. Of course if it goes well ill be transferring it to my larger lappy.
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