This is a short story I wrote in my school test.i felt it was good enough to be posted.i know it gets a bit boring in the middle but PLEEEEEAAASSSSEEE read till the very end!...it might contain a few grammatical errors here and there..
It was raining hard that night.In my hurry to get into the house I didn't notice the black car parked across the road.I realized something was wrong when I felt a hand on my back.It was dark,I was drenched,freezing,solitude draping the town of Glendale,and here I was,mouth wide open,adrenailine gushing at full speed,dumbfounded ,with some stranger's hand on my back.My eyes were glued to the half open wooden door of my house.i didn't have the guts to turn around and see to whom the hand belonged.the silence was shallow yet haunting.collecting every bit of strength from each atom of my body I somehow turned around.i had expected to see a hooded burglar ,or a late night assassin with a dagger,but certainly not what was in front of me.there in the abyss of blurry darkness,among the mist,an apparition like figure stood,her hair long and blonde,her lips red stained with blood,her skin pale burning the wounds as raindrops clashed against it.she wore a crown,proud and yet defeated,and a long gown of emeralds.in her hands was a child,chubby,rosey cheeks,quiet,asleep.
"How may I hep you?"I broke the ice. In desperation,amongst gasps and sobs she explained,"I am Meredith Prior.I have come to give this child to you,my child,Alice.she is my jewel,but she is deaf.my family,the royal family of Genovia does not want an illegitimate,deaf child to stain their dignity.they were going to get her killed but I ran away with alice and my maidservant,Rheya.Rheya is in the black car.I am handing Alice over to you.Genovia is not safe for her.Please take great care of her.treat her as your own daughter.We shall meet again someday.Adieu my friend!"with that she ran ran away,sat in the car and soon had disappeared leaving me alone with the child,Alice in my hands,calm and quiet as though nothing had happened.it was to much for me to register.still hoping this was a dream,I went to bed.
Next morning,I found Alice sleeping,cuddled I the couch where I had placed her last night.so iit wasn't a dream.i had a deaf,abandoned princess living in my house!The first few days,I could not manage handling my job and taking care of Alice at the same time.However,soon the usual,gloomy silence of my house was broken by uncanny giggles of a little Alice.soon the laughter became familiar,days passedand my monochromatic life soon became a spectrum of colours with Alice in it.Days passed and we spent maximum time with each other.we both learnt the sign languageand would communicate using it.soon,I hired a professional to teach Alice auditory English and writing.it ha dbeen eight years since alice had been handed over to me.she was in al snse a daughter to me,and I a mother to her.we loved each other from the core of our hearts.Alice and I would crack jokes,sing all day long,and everything else that could be possible between a mother and a deaf daughter.The princess of Genovia had now turned fourteen.she recorded her first official song in the studio.at the recrding studio she would take her shows of to feel the vibration of the music froom the floor and then sing with her melodious voice.every time I saw my princess in front f the mic,tears of pride would dampen my eyes.she had grown so pretty,so royal,,so fine,she was the epitome of a mircle,an unexpected blessing in disguise.one day I was In my office,working continuously when the phone rang.in a heavy british accent,a woman on the other side said,"Hullo!Am I speakin' to Amelia Wilkins?Your daughter Alice has met an accident.please rush to Rushmore hospital as soon as possible!"I could not believe my ears.panicking,I ran,faster than I had ever before,shoveling people out of the way.i caught a cab and left for Rushmore.there I was taken to alice's ward.she lay there,bleeding,I could see it wandering over her,the bitter truth,death,mocking me,burying me alive,piercing my heart with agony."I love you mommy."her chapped lips uttered before the pulse lines became straight,her eyes cold,her lips white,my alice,the alice who had come into my life so quietly was dead!"No!Alice!No!No!",I shrieked into the thin,creepy air of the nightmarish ward.i had to accept it,she was gone,my deaf princess was gone,the one who had made my monochromatic life into a spectrum of colours,the one who's uncanny giggling had once broken the then usual silence of my house,she was never coming back!
It took me several months to get over what had happened.I had thought that the real mother of the princess deserves to know what had really happened to Alice.However,I had no contactor way I could communicate with her.I wnet home and searched up her name on the internet,"the princess of genovia,Meredith Prior."The results that appeared,left me dumbfounded.The web displayed that-"MEREDITH PRIOR HAD DIED IN 1626,WHILEGENOVIA HAD GONE UNDER WATER,SHE HAD RUN AWAY WITH HER MAIDSERVANT RHEYA AND HER DAUGHTER ALICE FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY OF GENOVIA.ALICE PRIOR DIED AT THE AGE OF 14 IN AN ACCIDENT(RUMOURED TO BE WITH A CARRIAGE)my mind raced.i saw the images the internet showed for the search I had entered in.among the various thumbnails was a black and white picture of Meredith with alice(as I child in her arms) with a bleeding lip,a crown,wounds on her pale skin,exactly as she had appeared at my doorstep.another black and white picture of alice,as I had seen her at the time when she was fourteen.My Jaw dropped-Alice and Meredith had never existed!i drifted into the memories of the night when it was raining hard.in my hurry hadn't noticed the black car across,and I had felt a hand on my shoulder.
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Inking vacuum
Poetry******* Is it dark or am I blind? Is it hollow or am I outside? Is the world deaf or am I the deaf one unable to hear the world responding back? ****** Previously known as "kaleidoscopic ink" ******* this book is a collection of poems(short and long...
