phalangie
11-08-2009, 03:07 PM
I am not sure, if I am allowed to just edit it as I go. Anyways, this is what I wrote today while munching on macarons.
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I am on a street full of shops. Shops selling chandeliers, chandeliers and chandeliers
I am back here. I knew I was dreaming. This was a recurring dream of mine, a dream where I would wander around dark un-named streets, until I found myself on a particular street- A Street full of lighted shops, the only light around the area, selling chandeliers.
I knew what would happen now. I would walk inside, one of these shops, and there would be no way out.
I would be stuck, inside the shop of chandeliers. There would be too much light, and no shadows at all. The lights would be blindingly bright, as if glaring… as if penetrating into my innermost personal thoughts, and sneering at its foolishness. The lights are smiling.. Smiling Smiling Smiling, a smile so malevolently cheerful… enough to be domineering. And I will shrivel, shrivel, shrivel in fright.
It will scare me, and I will lose my way around the shop. I will keep walking deeper and deeper into the heart of the shop, but I will find myself on the same spot as before. I will try in vain, to find someone inside the shop, who could help me out. There is no-one. No-one is in the shop, in fact, there are no walls, no doors, no exit. Just lights, Just… Chandeliers. Un-ending rows and oceans of Chandeliers. All smiling down at me. It will drive me to insanity, until I scream, scream, scream. I will hold my head and keep screaming; I will bury my head in my arms and keep screaming.
And I will wake myself up; Eyes- bloodshot, throat- sore and heart- unstable.
But I will not be able to wake myself out of this dream until I fulfil all these steps.
So here I am.
Back to the street full of shops. I am on a street full of shops. Shops selling chandeliers, chandeliers and chandeliers.
But something is different today.
There is a very, and very very, very small house between two Chandelier shops. I have never seen this house before. It was never there in the past dreams I’ve had of this street. I curiously walk towards the house. It is a small house, with a small roof, a small door and small windows. The door is too small for me to walk into. I crawl in. Suddenly the house is bigger, the roof is tall and inside... there is nothing but a little chair. On the little chair, is a little book, a size just a little bigger than my hand. I open the book. The first page has only three words in the middle of the page.
‘Please sit down’
I sit. The next page. “Hello. My name is Richard.”
I speak aloud. ‘Hello Dick. My name is Elizabeth-Jane’
The next page. “Hello Lizzy, Please do not call me Dick.”
The next page. “Hello Dick, Please do not call me Lizzy.”
We argue. The book and I.
I am tired of arguing. “I am sorry Dick, you may call me Lizzy.”
The next page is empty.
The page after that
Is also empty.
I feel lonely. I then remember what I was here for.
“Dick, Where am I? Why do I always find myself on this street? In fact, Who are you? Why are you talking to me through a book? And why are you here? Surely, you cannot be a normal book. A normal book cannot argue with a person.”
I turned the page.
Finally Dick answers.
“Why is your name so long? Elizabeth-Jane is far too long for a first name.”
I am annoyed. We have already passed the conversation about names. But Dick does not seem to want to leave it be.
The next page : “Is Jane your second name? I never asked for your second name. Normal people do not tell people their second name without their last name. Thus you are not a normal person. I am not an abnormal book, you are an abnormal person, talking to a book. A normal person cannot talk to a book.”
I was growing impatient. I slammed the book down, and got up to leave.
But there was no door.
Just a closed room, with a chair, and a book. I panicked. If I had stayed in the Chandelier shop, at least I would know when I would wake up. But I do not know now. I am in a house, a lighted house, with no lights inside. I turn to find the book again, how ever annoying Dick may be, he may be the only hope I have in finding my way home. The book is gone.
I am in tears.
If I scream hard enough, will I wake up? I scream… scream... scream.
“Why are you crying?” comes a voice. I turn around again, a duck wearing glasses and little blue boots walk in through a door, that was not there a second before, and stares at me with more impatience rather than sincerity. I run, and reach for the door, before it closes, I will walk through it. I knock the duck down, and the duck gasps in alarm. But I do not care, I need to get out of here. As I grab the door and ready myself to venture out- I bump into someone who is coming in. His top-hat falls off his head and lands on mine. The duck gasps. “Master Richard! Are you alright master? Silly girl, How dare you unsettle the master!”
“Are you alright Lizzy?” says the man. I realize, this must be Dick! And the duck must be Theodore, but I don’t know how I knew that. “Hello Dick. Hello Teddy. I am glad to have met you. I am very happy to meet you, but I have been in a very distressed state, I must leave this place this instant.”
And with that, I make my leave.
************************ will continue in a bit
I am very open to criticism. I have not been writing or even reading for the last few years, and it shows in my writing. I apologize for any grammar mistakes, if anyone would kindly inform me of them : ) I will be very happy.
I am afraid this story is not very exciting, more than lacking, it doesn't really have a plot- that was deliberate though.
As a child, and even now, I have had many dreams resembling those of Alice in Wonderland, and it shows. ^^;]
It is rather hard to write everything in present tense. So there may be a lot of tense errors...
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I am on a street full of shops. Shops selling chandeliers, chandeliers and chandeliers
I am back here. I knew I was dreaming. This was a recurring dream of mine, a dream where I would wander around dark un-named streets, until I found myself on a particular street- A Street full of lighted shops, the only light around the area, selling chandeliers.
I knew what would happen now. I would walk inside, one of these shops, and there would be no way out.
I would be stuck, inside the shop of chandeliers. There would be too much light, and no shadows at all. The lights would be blindingly bright, as if glaring… as if penetrating into my innermost personal thoughts, and sneering at its foolishness. The lights are smiling.. Smiling Smiling Smiling, a smile so malevolently cheerful… enough to be domineering. And I will shrivel, shrivel, shrivel in fright.
It will scare me, and I will lose my way around the shop. I will keep walking deeper and deeper into the heart of the shop, but I will find myself on the same spot as before. I will try in vain, to find someone inside the shop, who could help me out. There is no-one. No-one is in the shop, in fact, there are no walls, no doors, no exit. Just lights, Just… Chandeliers. Un-ending rows and oceans of Chandeliers. All smiling down at me. It will drive me to insanity, until I scream, scream, scream. I will hold my head and keep screaming; I will bury my head in my arms and keep screaming.
And I will wake myself up; Eyes- bloodshot, throat- sore and heart- unstable.
But I will not be able to wake myself out of this dream until I fulfil all these steps.
So here I am.
Back to the street full of shops. I am on a street full of shops. Shops selling chandeliers, chandeliers and chandeliers.
But something is different today.
There is a very, and very very, very small house between two Chandelier shops. I have never seen this house before. It was never there in the past dreams I’ve had of this street. I curiously walk towards the house. It is a small house, with a small roof, a small door and small windows. The door is too small for me to walk into. I crawl in. Suddenly the house is bigger, the roof is tall and inside... there is nothing but a little chair. On the little chair, is a little book, a size just a little bigger than my hand. I open the book. The first page has only three words in the middle of the page.
‘Please sit down’
I sit. The next page. “Hello. My name is Richard.”
I speak aloud. ‘Hello Dick. My name is Elizabeth-Jane’
The next page. “Hello Lizzy, Please do not call me Dick.”
The next page. “Hello Dick, Please do not call me Lizzy.”
We argue. The book and I.
I am tired of arguing. “I am sorry Dick, you may call me Lizzy.”
The next page is empty.
The page after that
Is also empty.
I feel lonely. I then remember what I was here for.
“Dick, Where am I? Why do I always find myself on this street? In fact, Who are you? Why are you talking to me through a book? And why are you here? Surely, you cannot be a normal book. A normal book cannot argue with a person.”
I turned the page.
Finally Dick answers.
“Why is your name so long? Elizabeth-Jane is far too long for a first name.”
I am annoyed. We have already passed the conversation about names. But Dick does not seem to want to leave it be.
The next page : “Is Jane your second name? I never asked for your second name. Normal people do not tell people their second name without their last name. Thus you are not a normal person. I am not an abnormal book, you are an abnormal person, talking to a book. A normal person cannot talk to a book.”
I was growing impatient. I slammed the book down, and got up to leave.
But there was no door.
Just a closed room, with a chair, and a book. I panicked. If I had stayed in the Chandelier shop, at least I would know when I would wake up. But I do not know now. I am in a house, a lighted house, with no lights inside. I turn to find the book again, how ever annoying Dick may be, he may be the only hope I have in finding my way home. The book is gone.
I am in tears.
If I scream hard enough, will I wake up? I scream… scream... scream.
“Why are you crying?” comes a voice. I turn around again, a duck wearing glasses and little blue boots walk in through a door, that was not there a second before, and stares at me with more impatience rather than sincerity. I run, and reach for the door, before it closes, I will walk through it. I knock the duck down, and the duck gasps in alarm. But I do not care, I need to get out of here. As I grab the door and ready myself to venture out- I bump into someone who is coming in. His top-hat falls off his head and lands on mine. The duck gasps. “Master Richard! Are you alright master? Silly girl, How dare you unsettle the master!”
“Are you alright Lizzy?” says the man. I realize, this must be Dick! And the duck must be Theodore, but I don’t know how I knew that. “Hello Dick. Hello Teddy. I am glad to have met you. I am very happy to meet you, but I have been in a very distressed state, I must leave this place this instant.”
And with that, I make my leave.
************************ will continue in a bit
I am very open to criticism. I have not been writing or even reading for the last few years, and it shows in my writing. I apologize for any grammar mistakes, if anyone would kindly inform me of them : ) I will be very happy.
I am afraid this story is not very exciting, more than lacking, it doesn't really have a plot- that was deliberate though.
As a child, and even now, I have had many dreams resembling those of Alice in Wonderland, and it shows. ^^;]
It is rather hard to write everything in present tense. So there may be a lot of tense errors...