The History Divided

Chapter 1:

I put all of my fathers items and stored them in the closet in the basement. I stacked the papers on top of each other. The only thing I didn't put away was the journal I found 1 month ago today. Also the day I was informed that my father had been murdered. Stabbed in the neck. I shuddered and let tears fall down my pale face. He was the only family that I had. Now he's gone. I angrily wiped the tears away and stomped back upstairs.

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I put on my nightgown later that night. It was a white lacy gown that reached my ankles. I was brushing my auburn hair with my mothers favorite brush. It had a nice smooth handle that was easy to grip on. The rest was simply wood. I liked it. The way it was carved and the elegant swirls reaching the top, going down, and coming back on top.

I finished brushing my hair and walked to my nightstand. On top laid the journal. I carefully picked it up and sat on my bed. I opened the cover. I went on and read the first page:

" I saw them. I recorded everything else on a different journal. But I saw them again. They seem to hide in the trees and in the woods. They thrive on the natural environment around them. How are they here? Were they around before us? And why do the bigger ones eat them?"

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Could my father be any more vague? Who's 'they'? Who are the bigger ones. I turned the page to continue reading.

Journal entry:

"I almost caught one. I was out to see what they did in the daytime. At first there was nothing. Next thing I know, I'm in a field. Plants sticking out of the ground with white stuff on it. Cotton. I know because my father grew cotton. But how could that be? One second I'm traveling in the woods, the next thing I know I'm in a field where cotton is being grown. It took me a long time to understand that I went back into the 1700's."

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My father sounded insane. No way would he go back to the 1700's. That's impossible. I closed the journal and put it back on my nightstand. I noticed that I got real stuffy in my room.I got up and opened the window. Fresh, crisp air flee to my face, as if it wanted to slap me. The smell of pine and rain wafted into my room. The stars were shiny orbs in the black, night sky.

Something zipped past my head. At first I thought nothing of it. Then it started to make lots of noise. It bounced between the four white walls that surround my room. It messed up my bed; throwing the sheets on the floor. It grabbed the journal and headed towards the window. I grabbed the journal and tugged. The thing tugged as well. How was that even possible? I smacked it and it fell to the ground.

I hugged the journal against my chest. I walked closer. The thing flew up to my face. I screamed.

It was a tiny person.

With wings.

And beady black eyes with razor sharp teeth.

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So........... I tried to make it long. Sorry guys :(. Sorry if im not descriptive enough to.