Writing Dump

Short Story Collection 5

Short Story One

Lavender swayed on a cliffside gently as the sun rose, it's thin stems rattling against each other quietly. The lovely flowers surrounded a small village, growing in cracks of the old cobblestone houses and around their gardens like weeds. In a sense, the Lavender could be considered a weed to the people of the town. The colors of the flowers ranged from gentle pink-purples to lovely shades of violet to bold indigos, creating its own sort of purple-hued rainbow. The soft, pale light of the still-rising sun warmed the leaves and petal of every flower and shone through each window of every one of the small cottages. The village itself was quiet, no bird calls or rattling tree branches to wake the residents of this eerie village. Not a single tree lay insight of the Lavender field, in fact, there didn't appear to be much other growth than the Lavender itself. But, if someone were to peer over the side of the cliff, very carefully-mind you, they would see a rich green valley, full of bushes, trees, dandelions, and animals. And, as the moon rose, so did the inhabitants of Lavender Town. They sat up from their beds quietly and stepped out of their small, ornate cottages with an almost ghost-like angelic grace. A little boy gazed up at the stars in awe, his eyes sparkling. A little girl ran through the lavender quietly, her friends chasing after her quickly. And finally, a petite figure sat on the edge of a stone well. The well itself lay in the center of the small village, surrounded by well-kept Lavenders and a few stone benches. The figure, a girl, was watching the flowers sway in the gentle breeze, her neat hair shifting around her frame softly. She, like all the other girls who lived within the field, wore a knee-length purple-hued sundress. The dress choice was odd, as the townsfolk only came out at night, all males were custom to wear white collared shirts and black dress pants. Neither gender wore shoes, and it was forbidden for a girl to cut her hair. Like any other inhabitant, the girl had oddly colored hair and eyes, her hair was a natural azure blue and her eyes were a cloudy grey with hints of blue, green, and oddly enough, white. The girl's feet kicked gently as she watched the stars, a distant look glazing over her eyes. (not the full story)

Short Story Two

A petite girl who only looked to be around the age of five or six sat at the base of a large rainbow, lovely blue eyes wide in awe. The colors of the rainbow were brightly faded in the same sense that something can be deafeningly quiet. The little girl's hair was a golden-blonde and fell in soft coils around her heart-shaped face. The sunlight that made her hair shine so nicely had begun to fade, clouds covering the baby-blue sky. The sun remained shining, only dimmed a little by the clouds. Rain began to fall gently from the sky, mystical droplets from above. The little girl struggled her way up the bright strip of colors, her hands and feet struggling to get traction. Lightning slammed into the ground only a few feet from the rainbow, knocking the girl from her high perch.

Short Story Three(old)

 A small girl stood on a faded strip of colors, her eyes widened in awe. Her eyes flitted to the ground, it was barely visible through the rainbow's aura. A grin broadly formed on her face, she was enjoying herself thoroughly. She scrambled upwards, wanting to go to the peak of the rainbow. She knew the kids in her class wouldn't believe her. She constantly told of things like this. Claiming she had parties with the March Hare and Alice. They began to make fun of her, mocking her and insulting her cruelly. But, she ignored it, seeming to be in her own little world. She blinked, bringing herself away from the horrid thoughts. She began to slide down the rainbow, beginning to frown. She looked up at the sky, clouds beginning to cover it once more. She stretched her hands out, rosy red palms facing upwards. Her face turned to the clouds, waiting for the rain to land on it. The rain came faster and harder than she had expected, pelting down on her features. It was almost painful. She felt her feet slide out from under her as time seemed to slow down, she watched herself plummet off the rainbows graceful haven to the dark, muddy ground. She landed on her spine, a hollow choking sound escaping her plump lips. Her limbs splayed out, refusing to move at her commands. Small streams of tears and rain trickled down her face to the ground. She closed her eyes, the nightmarish choking sound worsening. She struggled to breathe, each time it got quieter and weaker. She saw the March Hare at the edge of her vision beckoning her, Alice standing beside him. They reached out, their hands translucent. A small smile began to form on her face, she wanted to go with them. To have her life become an endless tea party of fun. The kids wouldn't be able to make fun of her then. She'd be free from their horrible comments and taunts. She sputtered and choked as her result of speaking. She allowed her eyes to close, the world's noises becoming muffled and calm. As if a thick blanket of darkness had been laid on her. She saw Alice through the darkness, reaching out with thin long fingers, a darkened rainbow behind her. She reached, grabbing her fingers. She stood up, now looking at her body laying on the ground. It was contorted at odd angles. Her neck was bent at an odd angle. She noticed her fingers were now positioned like they held something, a teacup. It was faintly seen as if a projection. She blinked, not seeming to care. She turned towards the dark rainbow. She bouncing towards it, her curly brown hair static. She touched the rainbow, it felt slick and greasy. She removed her hand, a crimson stain on it. She pressed it to her face, a perfect red imprint now on her face. The March Hare came in front of her, flicking its ears in a gesture for her to follow. She followed him, traveling briefly in darkness. When they immersed, there was a tea party before her. Alice sat at one of the six chairs, counting her, four were occupied. She viewed the chairs around Alice, each contains one of the three boys that had teased her so often. Their eyes were pure black, a dark liquid leaking from them. Their arms, legs, fingers, necks, and heads had pale, thin string knotted around them. The March Hare raised a hand, his fingers twirling about. As he did so, the boys turned to look at her, nodding in a warm greeting. She took a seat across from Alice, gesturing for the March Hare to join her. He did, smiling in a warm, twisted way. He then tied a piece of the strings around her hands. It cut into her wrists, but not in a painful manner, but rather coldly. He finished tying the knots on each limb, her neck, and head. With a flick of his fingers, her world became tinted, she took a sip of tea almost, robotically. She smirked at Alice, waves of emotion washing over her like ocean waves. Her world became further darkened, slowly becoming completely black. Now she was one of their puppets. Forevermore at their disposal.