9 April 2012
"Ivy had pale skin, ginger plaits sliding down to her gentle feet, big bright beautiful blazing blue eyes. She sang, she laughed, she danced." I read. Just as I was getting another breath, he said, "Stop there. Lilya, that was a beautiful story. You might actually be the best reader and writer in this class, so you can get a prize." He said, happily. "Thank you Mr, really!" I knew that I wanted to be an author, spreading my love and creativity. Isn't it amazing how you can show such delightful things, just through words? Outstanding!
The most amazing story popped into my head. I got my motor bike, and went home. Running around my humble house, I was trying to find some pieces of paper. After I had what I needed, I started to write...
"Sally was a joyful girl. She especially loved dolls. Oh, she loved them, brushed their hair, knitted the most beautiful dresses. It nearly looked like the dolls were alive, with smiling mouths. Friday, it was, she went to the doll shop. She saw an old style doll, not extremely expensive, with big black button eyes. When she bought it to the counter, the woman said, "Be careful, this doll is dangerous. Lock her in a thick metal box, with a gold key, at night. Leave the key in. This way, you'll be safe." she said, slightly shivering. The first night, she put the doll in a thick metal box, after she had played with it, and locked the box with a gold key. She left the key in. The next night, she put the doll in a thick metal box, after she had played with it, and locked the box with a gold key. She left the key in. But the third night, she put the doll in a thick metal box, after she had played with it, but didn't lock it. At midnight, the metal box's lid slid off. The mighty doll sat up. She stood up. It jumped out of the box and into the corridor. She started the song, "Sally I'm in the corridor Far far away Sally I'm in the sofa room Don't worry it's okay Now I'm in the kitchen I'm happy, YAY! The knife is in my hand Don't kill me, you pray I'm back in the sofa room In your bed, you lay I'm going up the stairs It's not day In your parent's room Im not your friend Faye I jump on to the bed Zag, zig, zay! Now next to you NO! You say! You're gone now You're starting to decay"
I finished writing, but something was holding onto my hand, "NO!" I say. I'm gone now, I'm starting to decay.
Gone Vol. 2 • Opuss № I