Not actually a story, just a little planning assignment I did. You can fill in the blanks of the story with your clever little minds.
Content warning: mentions of death.
(Intro)
The Queen's Garden, a dangerous place. Anyone who dared enter, killed. The piercing scream of her mother as she was crushed by the rapidly moving hedges, shook her until she fell. 'The Garden of Tranquillity', a name that this garden did not deserve. The consequences of her and her mother's entry had not crossed her mind once. The Queen's Garden was no place for a mere girl of 14. The garden was alive. Rue's only wish was that her father had followed, for if she were to die, her abusive father should too. 'You shouldn't wish death upon people Rue' her mother's voice echoed in her mind, and for a split second, the figure of her mother was there. 'He deserves it' She screamed. Rue felt a hand being placed upon her shoulder, there was nothing. 'Am I finally going crazy' her thoughts cluttered her mind; she began to run. Run from everything. Every direction she turned to, a figure appeared, changing, twisting, bending. And then it all stopped.
(Character Description)
The puddle rippled, taking her reflection away with it. She could hardly recognize herself anymore. The long black hair hung from her head, almost blocking her vision. For a moment, the puddle was still and she could see her scared, regretful eyes reflecting back at her. The freckles lining her pale face, became evident as the pond calmed. The blue eyes of a scared girl, poured into her soul as her focus was locked on her reflection. If she were to return home, she could never be recognized. One of London's finest gowns clung onto her rapidly thinning frame, tattered and torn, beyond repair. Rue knelt over the puddle, the smallest amount of water reaching her lips from her cupped hands. The face of a madwoman took over her sweet disposition, Rue disappeared as insanity crept in.
(Setting)
Dark, twisting, turning. It seemed as though it would never end. Moving, whispering, killing. Vines that placed themselves in a way that was designed to make one fall, so the hedges could consume you. Rue turned to face the sky; lush bushes took its place. The realization struck her; she was trapped. Her head whipped around violently; her vision clouded with green. The Queen's Garden, a human death trap, surrounded her with green hedges. Rue knew she would die here, either that or live here until she would inevitably perish. Rue was just a fly, captured by the crushing walls of defeat as it wanders into a Venus Fly Trap.
Word count: 420 (hehe funny number)
Adiós hermanos! Take a walk, go outside.
- Alex
