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Well, it's been a while that I've been writing stories. This next one is a little dark and a story I created a few months ago that I'm hoping to bring back to life. If you don't really like sad stories you can start reading it and see how you like it but the beginning especially is going to be a little dark. c:
Enjoy!
- Dreams 🐾
♫ Listen to Old Music to Revive Your Soul. ♫
Do not copy or steal. Thank you.
...
A Little More than a Year Later
“Hey Katherine, yeah, it’s Lyric.”
“Oh hey Lyric, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Are we going to meet for a movie tonight, Winter Tale, right?”
“Yeah… About that Lyric, I don’t think I can make it, I have a little too much on my hands. You know, my dad’s attending the family dinner and stuff, so I’ll probably not be able to sneak out or anything. Sorry.”
“That’s alright, bye.”
I shut the phone. My head resting against the roughly painted light blue walls of my bedroom. It was late, already 6:30, George Pine would be here any minute. It was Christmas Eve, this was the time we would have a huge meal and enjoy what we have. I could tell it wouldn’t be the same. Already Ashen and Mike had a dispute with my mom after they asked to
not attend the dinner and instead hang out with their ‘bros’. She said that it had to wait until after dinner. I had actually planned a month in advance to watch this movie with her after the big Christmas Eve dinner, it was sort of like a way of
celebrating our friendship, after all, we had been friends for at least four years.
Already spending the traditional with George and my family was bad enough… What would I do if I couldn’t get out of it? I still had to go to that movie whether or not Katherine was going to watch it with me. Getting to my feet, I stepped down the wooden steps of our large, old home. To my mom it was beautiful and her being an Interior Designer/cleaner of our home,
it was a masterpiece. But to me, I could see myself sliding down the banister and into my dad’s arms… Every morning I would walk down the steps I would see him, smiling, his arms spread to catch me. But I was just seeing him, he wasn’t there, he was just a piece of my memories. Just a piece.
…
There he was now, George, his orange hair combed to one side and his fancy suit fit well on his broad shoulders. I peered over at him from across the room where I sat on the red, velvety couch, waiting. My mom was there, holding the door ajar to kiss him on the cheek. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I watched them. I couldn’t bare it! Just when I was about to get up from my position and creep up the stairs I heard him.
“There she is!” he said, his smile, not sincere, but larger than anyone’s I’veever seen. Sometimes I think he forgets that I’m fourteen years old and in High School. I also hate that he thinks it’s cool to call me from all the way across the room. His piercing green eyes were fixed on me ashe waited for me to approach. My mom glared at me, before clearing her throat. I should get up.
“Hey George…” I said, melancholy in my voice as I got up and walked over to him. He almost immediately picked up on it.
“Come on, you’re looking pretty, where’s that enthusiasm? It’s Christmas Eve!”
“Yeah, I’m not feeling that great right now…” I trailed off again, taking interest in the sneakers that I was wearing. Why did he call me pretty again? I was only wearing a pair of light grey jeans and a red blouse. I can assume he was trying to catch my attention. Just as I was in thought, I heard my mom shout, “Boys!”
There was a huge clatter and a laugh as Asher shoved Mike to the side as they ran down the stairs. I raised my eyebrows, surprised that they were still considered ‘High Schoolers’. They were both wearing similar clothing, which was whatever our mom gave to us last Christmas. With that, my mom smiled and George said, “Time for Dinner!”
…
The next thing I know it, I’m sitting down and across from me is an empty chair. I ate quietly, nibbling on the piece of sausage I was given as George and my family discussed today’s politics. This was new to me. Usually on Christmas Eve dinner, we talked about how lucky we were to be alive and in good health… This time it was different. Even before we
finished both Mike and Asher got to their feet, seemingly bored as my mom and George changed topics to something more boring to my brothers like poor people in Africa.
“Yeah,we have to go now. We’re meeting friends,” Asher said, flicking his blond hair to one side. Mike nodded quietly, smirking.
“No way am I letting you boys get out of here before we’re finished with dinner!” My mom replied fiercely, shutting both Asher and Mike up. George was stunned before letting out a sigh. He was obviously disturbedby the long silence. After he cleared his throat, he spoke calmly to the boys, “You can go if that’s what you really would like to do.” For a second I thought that he was doing a trick so that they would feel bad and stay but-
“Thanks
George!” Asher said, glancing at Mike before they both left their plate on the table and left through the door in the dining room. George pressed his lips together and then shrugged as my mom watched him in almost mock disgrace but then she smiled. “Finally some alone time.” Guess they forgot about me, again.
“Erm, I better go too… I still have to meet Katherine for the movie.”
“See you later, Lyr!” George replied instead of mom with a really stupid nickname. Who on earth would call me that?
…
My hand dragged along the fence as I walked along the frost covered pavement. My nose was cold, and my hands were numb but I didn’t feel cold. If anything, empty. I didn’t feel alive, only alone. As I walked, I stopped thinking so much and dazed off, trying to avoid piles of snow on the sidewalk. About 10 minutes later, I was at the Movie Theater. It was a fairly small town theater with WINTER’S TALE SHOWING NOW. Just as I thought I could slip in, I realized that there was a huge line ahead of me. At least two dozens of teens. The movie was starting soon in about three minutes, and the tickets were still being sold. It was then, that I knew that the tickets would be sold out by the time I got there. Peering over a really tall boy’s shoulder I saw auburn hair glowing in the Christmas lights. Katherine.
I clenched my teeth together as I watched her enter the theater with a box of popcorn and at least four friends surrounding her. My heart sank. She lied to me. As I clenched my fists, I walked away from the crowd of people and back home. My face burned with fury as I stalked away across the slick grey pavement. I was angry and couldn’t stand it anymore. I
told myself I would call her tomorrow and say I still went to watch the
movie and saw you. But then I realized that she would that that I was
pathetic to know that I had gone by myself.
Since I was walking so fast, I arrived home three minutes faster. Instead of entering my house, though, I walked around the house and halted abruptly in front of the forest of oak and maple trees. It began to snow and with that, I pushed my way through a thick layer of bushes and into the freedom of the forest.
…
It had been three months since I last went into this forest and I must have forgotten how peaceful it was. The air smelt fresh of pine leaves and spruce trees. I loved it. But I knew even before I entered that I wasn’t taking myself to peace, I was taking myself to think, out in the forest where it was quiet… And for freedom; to escape the dessert with George and my mom.
There began to be fewer and fewer trees as I trekked through the snow. Each footstep was an effort through the deep snow but in the end it was worth it. Before me was a giant oak tree and in it, a treehouse. The treehouse was covered in leaves, vines, and, well, snow. But it was there. It was still there. I looked at the ladder and pursed my lips together. It probably wouldn’t hold me. Even if this was true, I gave it a go.
I was climbing fast up the ladder as it unhooked it snug place from the tree. It was awfully scary as I climbed the swaying ladder, I made it though and with a little pop, I opened the trap door- to open into a dark, cold, empty room. Everything that was up here, including the food supplies was taken, had rotted, or was gone. I assume that my mom or someone cleared it up ages ago. It was still in one piece, the soft wood secure in the tall oak.
Instead of sitting down on the wooden floor like I had planned to do, I looked out through the window. There were a few dead vines entwining the sides of the window but I could still see well through it. Through my eyes, it was breathtaking. Stunning. I could see all the way to the river which from here looked like a light blue ribbon. I blinked slowly as a little
snowflake landed on my nose. However that wasn’t what I saw, it was something a little further away that caught my eye, a black figure. It was just around the river, I squinted my eyes to see further but it didn’t help. I was still looking at the same black figure. For a heartbeat I thought it was a cloaked man with a gun at his side, about to enter my house and kill everyone in it but when I looked harder; it looked like a deer… Sort of.
Just to calm myself down, I decided to climb down again and go over to the river to check it out (it was also out of curiosity though). The snow crunched beneath my feet, only getting thicker by the heartbeat. Then I paused as heard another crunch of steps… My heart raced as I heard another crunch. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. I was sure!
And then I saw it, of pure black. A horse, a rope tied firmly around its neck and dragging along the ground. It was of ebony with a white star on its forelock. She galloped towards the trees, spooked by my footsteps as I was by her own hoofsteps. I smiled as she raced off through the thick layer of oaks and maples even when she disappeared, I was smiling.
I felt like I had just witnessed the sight of a wild horse but I hadn’t. I had witnessed the horse escaping for freedom. Just like I had done. Finally the cold winter air was getting to me and I shivered. I knew that it was best if I headed back home before I would freeze my butt off.
.:.
Enjoy!
- Dreams 🐾
♫ Listen to Old Music to Revive Your Soul. ♫
Do not copy or steal. Thank you.
...
Intro
December 11th , 2013. The day my father died.
I lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep that day. Dangling from my hand was a heart locket, the one of my dad’s grandmother. I can remember him reaching for my hand and pressing the cold silver heart into my hand… Him whispering in a soft, barely audiblevoice, “You’re a brave young girl, Lyric- Watch after your mother for me…” That was his last good day. Then twelve days later, he was gone.
My life was never the same. My brothers however didn’t seem to have so much trouble forgetting the fact that he was gone, that we would never see him again. Even if I felt the wounds hadn’t healed, my mom tried to heal them for me, bringing me a new father, George Pine. He was okay, but he could never replace my father no matter what. But what was worse was that I was afraid that my mom loved him so much as to marry him.
School wasn’t going so well either and even if I had two brothers, Mike and Ashen to look after me, none of them did. Both of them thinking that they were too ‘cool’ for me. Not that I cared. I actually might have preferred that, I’m not sure. There was my best friend of course, Katherine, who was there to look after me, but I sometimes feel like theonly reason I’ve been her friend is because she feels sorry for me and can’t stand to see me sitting alone at a lunch table.
However, the story I’m going to tell is not about overcoming my father’s death, my school, or struggling with my to-be father -
It’s about something, a light in my tunnel of darkness that saved my life. I call her Aurora.
I lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep that day. Dangling from my hand was a heart locket, the one of my dad’s grandmother. I can remember him reaching for my hand and pressing the cold silver heart into my hand… Him whispering in a soft, barely audiblevoice, “You’re a brave young girl, Lyric- Watch after your mother for me…” That was his last good day. Then twelve days later, he was gone.
My life was never the same. My brothers however didn’t seem to have so much trouble forgetting the fact that he was gone, that we would never see him again. Even if I felt the wounds hadn’t healed, my mom tried to heal them for me, bringing me a new father, George Pine. He was okay, but he could never replace my father no matter what. But what was worse was that I was afraid that my mom loved him so much as to marry him.
School wasn’t going so well either and even if I had two brothers, Mike and Ashen to look after me, none of them did. Both of them thinking that they were too ‘cool’ for me. Not that I cared. I actually might have preferred that, I’m not sure. There was my best friend of course, Katherine, who was there to look after me, but I sometimes feel like theonly reason I’ve been her friend is because she feels sorry for me and can’t stand to see me sitting alone at a lunch table.
However, the story I’m going to tell is not about overcoming my father’s death, my school, or struggling with my to-be father -
It’s about something, a light in my tunnel of darkness that saved my life. I call her Aurora.
Chapter One - Finding Freedom
A Little More than a Year Later
“Hey Katherine, yeah, it’s Lyric.”
“Oh hey Lyric, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Are we going to meet for a movie tonight, Winter Tale, right?”
“Yeah… About that Lyric, I don’t think I can make it, I have a little too much on my hands. You know, my dad’s attending the family dinner and stuff, so I’ll probably not be able to sneak out or anything. Sorry.”
“That’s alright, bye.”
I shut the phone. My head resting against the roughly painted light blue walls of my bedroom. It was late, already 6:30, George Pine would be here any minute. It was Christmas Eve, this was the time we would have a huge meal and enjoy what we have. I could tell it wouldn’t be the same. Already Ashen and Mike had a dispute with my mom after they asked to
not attend the dinner and instead hang out with their ‘bros’. She said that it had to wait until after dinner. I had actually planned a month in advance to watch this movie with her after the big Christmas Eve dinner, it was sort of like a way of
celebrating our friendship, after all, we had been friends for at least four years.
Already spending the traditional with George and my family was bad enough… What would I do if I couldn’t get out of it? I still had to go to that movie whether or not Katherine was going to watch it with me. Getting to my feet, I stepped down the wooden steps of our large, old home. To my mom it was beautiful and her being an Interior Designer/cleaner of our home,
it was a masterpiece. But to me, I could see myself sliding down the banister and into my dad’s arms… Every morning I would walk down the steps I would see him, smiling, his arms spread to catch me. But I was just seeing him, he wasn’t there, he was just a piece of my memories. Just a piece.
…
There he was now, George, his orange hair combed to one side and his fancy suit fit well on his broad shoulders. I peered over at him from across the room where I sat on the red, velvety couch, waiting. My mom was there, holding the door ajar to kiss him on the cheek. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I watched them. I couldn’t bare it! Just when I was about to get up from my position and creep up the stairs I heard him.
“There she is!” he said, his smile, not sincere, but larger than anyone’s I’veever seen. Sometimes I think he forgets that I’m fourteen years old and in High School. I also hate that he thinks it’s cool to call me from all the way across the room. His piercing green eyes were fixed on me ashe waited for me to approach. My mom glared at me, before clearing her throat. I should get up.
“Hey George…” I said, melancholy in my voice as I got up and walked over to him. He almost immediately picked up on it.
“Come on, you’re looking pretty, where’s that enthusiasm? It’s Christmas Eve!”
“Yeah, I’m not feeling that great right now…” I trailed off again, taking interest in the sneakers that I was wearing. Why did he call me pretty again? I was only wearing a pair of light grey jeans and a red blouse. I can assume he was trying to catch my attention. Just as I was in thought, I heard my mom shout, “Boys!”
There was a huge clatter and a laugh as Asher shoved Mike to the side as they ran down the stairs. I raised my eyebrows, surprised that they were still considered ‘High Schoolers’. They were both wearing similar clothing, which was whatever our mom gave to us last Christmas. With that, my mom smiled and George said, “Time for Dinner!”
…
The next thing I know it, I’m sitting down and across from me is an empty chair. I ate quietly, nibbling on the piece of sausage I was given as George and my family discussed today’s politics. This was new to me. Usually on Christmas Eve dinner, we talked about how lucky we were to be alive and in good health… This time it was different. Even before we
finished both Mike and Asher got to their feet, seemingly bored as my mom and George changed topics to something more boring to my brothers like poor people in Africa.
“Yeah,we have to go now. We’re meeting friends,” Asher said, flicking his blond hair to one side. Mike nodded quietly, smirking.
“No way am I letting you boys get out of here before we’re finished with dinner!” My mom replied fiercely, shutting both Asher and Mike up. George was stunned before letting out a sigh. He was obviously disturbedby the long silence. After he cleared his throat, he spoke calmly to the boys, “You can go if that’s what you really would like to do.” For a second I thought that he was doing a trick so that they would feel bad and stay but-
“Thanks
George!” Asher said, glancing at Mike before they both left their plate on the table and left through the door in the dining room. George pressed his lips together and then shrugged as my mom watched him in almost mock disgrace but then she smiled. “Finally some alone time.” Guess they forgot about me, again.
“Erm, I better go too… I still have to meet Katherine for the movie.”
“See you later, Lyr!” George replied instead of mom with a really stupid nickname. Who on earth would call me that?
…
My hand dragged along the fence as I walked along the frost covered pavement. My nose was cold, and my hands were numb but I didn’t feel cold. If anything, empty. I didn’t feel alive, only alone. As I walked, I stopped thinking so much and dazed off, trying to avoid piles of snow on the sidewalk. About 10 minutes later, I was at the Movie Theater. It was a fairly small town theater with WINTER’S TALE SHOWING NOW. Just as I thought I could slip in, I realized that there was a huge line ahead of me. At least two dozens of teens. The movie was starting soon in about three minutes, and the tickets were still being sold. It was then, that I knew that the tickets would be sold out by the time I got there. Peering over a really tall boy’s shoulder I saw auburn hair glowing in the Christmas lights. Katherine.
I clenched my teeth together as I watched her enter the theater with a box of popcorn and at least four friends surrounding her. My heart sank. She lied to me. As I clenched my fists, I walked away from the crowd of people and back home. My face burned with fury as I stalked away across the slick grey pavement. I was angry and couldn’t stand it anymore. I
told myself I would call her tomorrow and say I still went to watch the
movie and saw you. But then I realized that she would that that I was
pathetic to know that I had gone by myself.
Since I was walking so fast, I arrived home three minutes faster. Instead of entering my house, though, I walked around the house and halted abruptly in front of the forest of oak and maple trees. It began to snow and with that, I pushed my way through a thick layer of bushes and into the freedom of the forest.
…
It had been three months since I last went into this forest and I must have forgotten how peaceful it was. The air smelt fresh of pine leaves and spruce trees. I loved it. But I knew even before I entered that I wasn’t taking myself to peace, I was taking myself to think, out in the forest where it was quiet… And for freedom; to escape the dessert with George and my mom.
There began to be fewer and fewer trees as I trekked through the snow. Each footstep was an effort through the deep snow but in the end it was worth it. Before me was a giant oak tree and in it, a treehouse. The treehouse was covered in leaves, vines, and, well, snow. But it was there. It was still there. I looked at the ladder and pursed my lips together. It probably wouldn’t hold me. Even if this was true, I gave it a go.
I was climbing fast up the ladder as it unhooked it snug place from the tree. It was awfully scary as I climbed the swaying ladder, I made it though and with a little pop, I opened the trap door- to open into a dark, cold, empty room. Everything that was up here, including the food supplies was taken, had rotted, or was gone. I assume that my mom or someone cleared it up ages ago. It was still in one piece, the soft wood secure in the tall oak.
Instead of sitting down on the wooden floor like I had planned to do, I looked out through the window. There were a few dead vines entwining the sides of the window but I could still see well through it. Through my eyes, it was breathtaking. Stunning. I could see all the way to the river which from here looked like a light blue ribbon. I blinked slowly as a little
snowflake landed on my nose. However that wasn’t what I saw, it was something a little further away that caught my eye, a black figure. It was just around the river, I squinted my eyes to see further but it didn’t help. I was still looking at the same black figure. For a heartbeat I thought it was a cloaked man with a gun at his side, about to enter my house and kill everyone in it but when I looked harder; it looked like a deer… Sort of.
Just to calm myself down, I decided to climb down again and go over to the river to check it out (it was also out of curiosity though). The snow crunched beneath my feet, only getting thicker by the heartbeat. Then I paused as heard another crunch of steps… My heart raced as I heard another crunch. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. I was sure!
And then I saw it, of pure black. A horse, a rope tied firmly around its neck and dragging along the ground. It was of ebony with a white star on its forelock. She galloped towards the trees, spooked by my footsteps as I was by her own hoofsteps. I smiled as she raced off through the thick layer of oaks and maples even when she disappeared, I was smiling.
I felt like I had just witnessed the sight of a wild horse but I hadn’t. I had witnessed the horse escaping for freedom. Just like I had done. Finally the cold winter air was getting to me and I shivered. I knew that it was best if I headed back home before I would freeze my butt off.
.:.
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My birthday's on Christmas Eve, if you didn't know.
I've never felt snow before.. But I could, like, feel how it was like with snow.
I really hope you continue this. :D
Christmas Eve? That's awesome. Isn't that like double the presents?
For about four years I hadn't felt snow, so I guess I kind of know how it feels like.
I will try, I've been pretty busy though with school starting up again. >.>
My birthday is on May 19th c:
And yeah! Christmas, CAN'T WAIT! xD And I'm guessing you can't wait for your birthday! :3 Are you going to do a party or something?