Stories I never finished

A Hearbeat of Me

This one is about Eleena, a random girl in London who hates teenage girls like herself :D

Chapter 1: Where is the Refresh Button when I need it?

Hello reader, you are now reading a book I wrote about an experience I had. This book is for my father and all the amazing people who helped on the journey to success. These people stuck with me through thick and thin. Now sit back, relax and read about my misadventure.

1884, New London. The world of airships, pirates, trains and factories. Busy marketing and technological city, full of the most intelligent minds of our era. The Steam Era. I, Eleena Marlaan, were off to my father's. Each step I made on the cement floor was unhearable to this bustling city. The tints of brown and beige seemed to loom over me and the rest of the locals. Airships floated over our heads, buildings towered the sky. My head buzzed, 14 years and I still wasn't used to all the sounds happening. I checked my pocket watch, 8:14

Dammit! I gotta pick up the pace! I bit my tongue, the steam train was going to set off in 6 minutes. I fixed my dress and took the fastest route I knew, through the

elevator labyrinth. I took a shift onto the left into an alley. There, I was greeted by Ferdinand. Fernand was the old man who took care of the labyrinth. He stood with a wooden cane and his wrinkled hands that did so much work everyday, he always greeted me with a smile everytime I came.

"Ah why good morning my sweet Eleena." he greeted me, I gave him a smile.

"Good morning Ferdinand!" I greeted her. Ferdinand's old wrinkly hands caressed my cheek.

"Today my sweet Eleena, you remind me of my wife, she died 10 years ago..." Ferdinand stated, his gaze shifted downwards. I bit my tongue once again.

Dammit Eleena, dammit.

"I'm sorry Ferdiand..." I apologised in a mumble. Ferdinand shook his head.

"It's ok Eleena. She is in a better place now, anyways, destination?" Ferdinand asked, giving me a stained-tooth smile.

"Ah, yes! I would like to go to the train station I usually go to." I mentioned, I looked inside my handbag and pulled out an Elevator Coupon. Ferdinand took it and examined it, he bobbed his head and pointed a wrinkled finger toward a royal crimson elevator.

"That's where you want to go, number 4,007 have a swell day Eleena." Ferdinand said, telling me to go forward. I nodded my head and ran off.

"Goodbye Ferdinand!!!" I called off, running into the elevator. That elevator was a mud brown that fit perfectly with the crimson colour, it had golden detailed golden clocks carved into the top. One golden button with the words of "Train Station" gently printed inside. I pressed it gently, making myself aware of how beautiful and well made was this few hundred year old elevator. The elevator slowly came to life, it puffed, huffed, and shook, but in the end it started moving. I sat down, startled by its violent thrashing moves. I opened a little window behind me. It opened with a creak and to my sight, I witnessed elevators on elevators rising and falling into the dark tunnel of this elevator maze. The maze appeared ten or twenty years ago. Mr. Ferdinand has taken care of it since then. Most of the elevators worked... most of them. It has also happened to me that an elevator stopped working and sent me flying... not the greatest experience.

How could someone make so many elevators and connect them to all of New London? How old are these elevators??? Thoughts buzzed in my head like motors. My elevator stopped, it creaked open and with a fume of steam. I found myself in front of the Train Station, fancy people carrying luggage hopped from train to train, workers hurried on walkways, train conductors blew their whistles that seemed to make earthquakes and steam trains huffed and yelled. I ran off, looking for the train I always got to, number 34 1\2.