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As I stumbled towards the shadowy table, I heard the floor boards crack with the wieght of my body as it increased with fear in every step that I moved towards the typewriter. Adjectives and adverbs collided with each other in my mind and slowly but surely a story unfolded in my mind. I pulled the rickety chair from under the dark oak desk and sat cautiously on it. The typewriter was looking over me as my head only just reached over the top of the desk. Being 9 years old and all I was not quite sure about what was going on with life at the moment but I didn't really care. The excitement was too much to care about life at that point in time. I started to write the beginning. "The light was seeping throufmght the cracks of the window as mornig dawned upon the village" i spotted a slither of light through the floorboards and I presumed it was just a ray of moonlight coming from the open-roofed beacon. The glimmer began to grow immensely. The light blinded me. Everything went pitch black. I woke up to a blonde-haired woman stroking my face. "Glad to see you've woken up" she said. "I am Marrisa, we've been expecting you Katie" and the I fainted.
Black MagicI awoke again to pink and purple walls surrounding the spacious room. Covering the pink walls were photos of my celebrity crush, my love, my life - Taylor Lautner! He stared at me with the heart-melting smile of his that could probably have made me fainted again. Then I noticed that against the plain purple walls was the same shadowy table with the same rickety chair and the same fearsome typewriter. As I live around books and writing books, I naturally went to it and continued writing. "She looked around and saw a friendly stranger in need of some love and support". Then I heard a knock on the door, it was that Marissa-chic from earlier. "I have so much to tell you, for one, I would step away from that typewriter if I were you." Then, as if by magic, the type writer started typing madly about a Prince slaying a dragon and him and a girl living Happily Ever After as all perfect story books should end. The villan dead, the lovers united in perfect harmony. Then the typewriter exploded and in its place was a boy with golden hair and a amazingly tanned skin. His navy cloak was embroided with silver and his crest was of a silver castle that glistened on his chest."How am I here?" asked the boy, then he looked at Marrisa and his puzzled face suddenly turned cold and angry. "It's you! You brought me here! You slimy, conniving, horrible little wrench!" Marrisa looked as calm as a bee on a warm summer's day. "I think you need a bath, don't you think?"
A Wrong TurningAfter his "bath" The Prince came out in a pink robe - it was obviously too tight as the end of the robe came right up to his thighs - not that there is anything wrong with that - but luckily he had his boxers on! He said hello to me as if I was his best friend. He asked me what my name was so I told him. Then he replied "Jesse, my name's Jesse." Jesse. That is the sexiest name and I it perfect for him! Oh wait. I have got a boyfriend at home - speaking about home, I need to be there right now. "How do I get home from here" I asked Marissa but she ignored me. Well that's rude! I started humming my faveourite song to put my mind at ease.Then Marissa finally replied "What are you talking about Princess Katie?" I stopped humming. "PRINCESS KATIE???" I ran out of the room only to find my What-to-do-with-my-life plaque drilled into the golden door. "Where am I" I whispered. "In your bedroom of course! Don't you remember??" I shook my head. "Then it is time I showed you!"
To Be Continued
ImprintPublication Date: 03-15-2016
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Dedication:
This is dedicated to two people, my friend Katie - She has made me realise that no-one can control my life but myself. Also, to Soman Chainai, the writer of THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL (books 1, 2 and 3) he has inspired my to write the way I want not the way you would expect me to write. He has inspired my to be both Good, but still a little Evil!!
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