The Girl Lost In Time~.
Part~One.
"If only life was like a book,
Where you could turn back the pages,
Erase your mistakes and rewrite the past and make the future into a life in which you want to live.
If only life was like a book,
A place full of different paths and destiny,
Magic and fantasy,
Where wishes come true, dreams are achieved and everyone is taken into a world of imagination.
Life is not a book,
Reality does not live within a book and a book has no reality written between the pages.
Mistakes cannot be erased; problems cannot just be cured by a spell.
The future can only be written by the decisions you make now.
Life will never be a book unless we open our minds and write the pages of the future"
This was the last item I found, buried in my father's belongings, wrapped up with a rusty, gold watch. The paper as rough as the sea, as old as life but the ink caused my mind to franticly rattle with thoughts. I could see things differently; a new vision took over and discarded the illusions I used to see. Just by reading this letter and the small touch of the golden watch, I became more powerfully wiser, I could see time itself. I was able to stop and edit time, rewrite the future and change the past. I became the girl lost in time.
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It was the 12th of January 1871, England and I was woken by the frosty air, lingering in the atmosphere of my room that seemed to make my hairs stand on end. After straining my eyes wide open and taking in a deep draw of air, I pushed the sheets off my frozen body and sat up straight. My eyes explored my room, the windows were dusted in snowflakes that glittered in the light of the sun rising, my breath seemed to dance in a misty haze of a transparent grey within the air. I slid my legs out from under the covers to find myself standing on the hard, wooden floor. After a moment I made my way over to my bedroom mirror and gazed at my reflection. I stood there with loose locks of golden, brown hair; my cheeks blushed with a hint of pink contrasting with my light, pale skin, like roses to snow. My baby blue nighty slumped over my shoulders and my matching night cap rested on my head. This was an average morning for me although this morning changed my life forever.
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Later that day, my fingers fiddled with the loose ribbon at the back of my corset as I struggled to tie the two strands into a perfect bow. After accomplishing the endless task if tying my corset, I scooped my hair up to tie it neatly into a bun, although my pounding heart distracted me from getting ready, my throat swelled, my eyes gutted with water as I heard a deafening scream in my ear. The low pitched sound came from my father outside, pain travelled with the sound waves and the ache for help made my stomach drop. I freed my fingers from my hair and began to run, the call of my father causing myself to automatically take myself to him. As I ran, I prayed that what I was about to see what not the image that I saw in my head.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Lost in Time
FantasyA young Victorian girl that looses her family to various events although when she looks through her fathers belongs, she finds a golden watch wrapped up in a note from her father. She soon discovers with the watch she can travel in time, soon discov...
