Preview:
Stars dance like tiny ballerinas in the sky and the sky fades to a deep navy blue as the night takes over. The gardens look especially green under the moonlight as she takes a walk in the open space. Dressed in a light green gown that flows like a river on a calm spring afternoon she takes a seat on the stone bench by the flowers and looks up into the sky, dreaming of tomorrow whilst getting over yesterday. She thinks about the dream she had last night, the 'nightmare' of a small off-white room, with the single steel framed bed and a creaky wooden chair in the far corner. The door a baby blue colour with a small window placed at head height. There is a singular opening in the door, covered by a metal panel that is opened by sliding it across. Another door at the right of the room leads to a bathroom the size of a cupboard consisting of only a shower, toilet and basin. No reflective surfaces and no windows except for the one at the top of the wall above the bed, even though it is covered in the toughest metal bars known to mankind. She was scared of this dream, not only because of the detail, but because it was the only dream she was having of late. It almost felt too real to be a dream....
She is ripped from her train of thought as a voice in the distance calls her name. "Ella" it calls, "Ella it's time....it's time.....it's time....". It repeats that phrase until she closes her eyes and a flash of her 'nightmare' appears and she snaps her eyes open again. A piercing scream escapes her lips as she tries to drown out the voice calling out to her. Her voice cracks and she takes a deep breath in as the tears begin to fall down her porcelain face. She turns around and is met with a little girl in a black dress and a red ribbon in her blonde wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her bright blue eyes stared right into Ella's dark green ones and she was saying the same thing over and over, "Don't believe it......don't believe.....DON'T BELIEVE IT!". Ella runs towards the decadent castle and enters through the crystal glass doors, almost tripping on the gown as it flies behind her like a cape. She kicks her shoes off her feet and bounds up the stairs, towards the gold trimmed, oak doors leading right to her bedroom, right to safety. She bursts through the doors and instead, is met with the dreadful room from her 'nightmare'.
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I know its really descriptive but it was something I was writing in one of my English classes for creative writing and I thought maybe I could write the rest on here but please let me know if you would like me to actually properly write this story.
I can't give you a full description of the story because there are a few things I'm still thinking about plotwise and stuff but it'll be a surprise in a way I guess
