Post by Donald Duck on Jul 12, 2006 18:32:19 GMT -5
Narie sat there staring. Baffled at her own work on the half written sheet of paper from her notebook. She rubbed her eyes but it continued to happen.
One by one a word on the paper would glow and slowly fade away.
This is why you finish your stories. A voice said mockingly inside her. Or the story takes its own course and finishes it itself.
“But this can’t happen.” She whispered and slammed the notebook shut. “Stories can’t finish by themselves. And words cannot…just disappear.”
A magic one can. Can it not?
“Of course not!” she yelled causing her mom to peek inside the room.
“Is everything alright? You yelled.”
“I’m fine, mom” She answered showing a nervous smile.
You are not fine. Your story is vanishing right in front of your eyes and you can’t do anything about it!
Her mom smiled back and left the doorway. Narie looked around the room passing her eyes over the stacked books and the very notebooks that held her vanishing story.
Well?
“Well what?”
Well are you going to finish this story or even find a way of stopping this disappearing act?
Narie sighed and picked up her pen. “I’ll think of something."
Her door slammed shut startling her out of her chair. Her hand fell on top of the notebook, burning her fingers. She let out a wail and recoiled from it. A figure formed in front of the door. A sly smile suppressed his lips. He spoke something Narie couldn’t hear and staggered towards her.
Grab the story! The voice yelled inside her. GRAB THE STORY QUICK!
She snatched the notebook off the table wincing as it burned her skin. The man moved closer as she moved back. He spoke again. This time she could hear him. “Give me the story.”
She shook her head backing away again.
Run! I’ll tell you were to go! Just RUN!
One by one a word on the paper would glow and slowly fade away.
This is why you finish your stories. A voice said mockingly inside her. Or the story takes its own course and finishes it itself.
“But this can’t happen.” She whispered and slammed the notebook shut. “Stories can’t finish by themselves. And words cannot…just disappear.”
A magic one can. Can it not?
“Of course not!” she yelled causing her mom to peek inside the room.
“Is everything alright? You yelled.”
“I’m fine, mom” She answered showing a nervous smile.
You are not fine. Your story is vanishing right in front of your eyes and you can’t do anything about it!
Her mom smiled back and left the doorway. Narie looked around the room passing her eyes over the stacked books and the very notebooks that held her vanishing story.
Well?
“Well what?”
Well are you going to finish this story or even find a way of stopping this disappearing act?
Narie sighed and picked up her pen. “I’ll think of something."
Her door slammed shut startling her out of her chair. Her hand fell on top of the notebook, burning her fingers. She let out a wail and recoiled from it. A figure formed in front of the door. A sly smile suppressed his lips. He spoke something Narie couldn’t hear and staggered towards her.
Grab the story! The voice yelled inside her. GRAB THE STORY QUICK!
She snatched the notebook off the table wincing as it burned her skin. The man moved closer as she moved back. He spoke again. This time she could hear him. “Give me the story.”
She shook her head backing away again.
Run! I’ll tell you were to go! Just RUN!
