A girl woke up in the middle of a room. It was a nice room, The walls, ceiling, and floor made of light colored birch. In the top right corner was a bed with pink sheets and pillow, beside it stood a nightstand with a small music box resting on it. The bottom right had shelves absolutely filled with the most beautifully made trinkets. The girl slowly got up, a few ticks, like a clock sounding from her back. She walked to a mirror in the top left corner, her steps small and regulated. As she walked, the 'Tick' noises followed, along with a faint whir, and the tap of her shoes against the floor.
She looked into the mirror, tilting her head to the left ever so slightly. She had perfect skin, pale like a porcelain doll. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes a moon-dawned gray. The hair in a braid down her back reached the bottom of her waist, the color of fresh snow. Adorned in a pale peach dress that when just past her knees, she twirled a bit and watched as the bottom lifted. While she spun, she noticed something peculiar on her back.
A wind up, like the one on one of the many toys on the shelf, was smack-dab on the middle of her back. It spun slowly, and she quickly realized that this was the source of the whir, the ticks came from within her.
Satisfied with her look, she turned to look at the bottom left of the room. A desk resided there, papers scattered over it. Strolling over to it, She read a letter on top of the pile of papers. It read,
My Dearest Tink,
You may not remember me or who you are, But your name is Tink and I am your father. Please, Please do not go outside. Wait until I come home, my amazing daughter.
Sincerely, The Wind Up Maker.
Now that this letter mentions it, all she remembers is a story. And of course, waking up. She also knows things like how to walk, names of things, but not of where she is or anything like that. Tink looked to the door in the middle of the left wall, deciding to look around the house. Stepping outside, she found herself in a cozy living room. It was much like a cabin, with a nice rug, a fire place to the wall across from her, and a rocking chair to accompany it. She walked to the North wall, where a window was. Pushing away the light green curtains, laced with a flower design, she peered outside.
Through the window she could see she was upstairs, and not only that, but the town. The town was rather cute, with brick buildings and shops lined next to each other. The sidewalk was wide and the streets were of dirt, People walking down the sidewalks calmly, looking into the store windows with wide eyes. Though, she didn't see anyone like her, but what she did see was some kids holding the hands of large stuffed animals.
That walked on two legs and were as tall as them.
Looking upwards, was something even more strange.
The sky looked to be just blue cloth. In fact, the entire town looked like it was under a dome, and the ceiling was draped with blue cloth. Cloud designs were stitched to the cloth as well as puffy cotton hanging from strings to look like actual clouds, along with a large glowing sphere with yellow cloth stitched around it to look like a sun. In the distance she saw that there was an area ware the 'sun's light didn't reach, and was quite dark.
Well. What now?
(Yes, The chapters will be kind of short. Comment your opinions so I can improve the book, if you don't mind.)
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Wind Up
Fantasy"People like to surround themselves with perfect things to feel perfect." The wind up girl said, with big gray eyes like moons, Painted to perfection.
