Prologue
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In our time, the time machine was the greatest invention. In our time, a surprisingly large amount of people used the time machine to their advantage and to their advantage only. But in our time, there was a great man, great scientist, great doctor, Scotty Moudrý. At least he was great according to most people. I am sure that you have heard of him though.
April 19th
“I believe ve can make it happen, and use ze time machine vor our greater good! Vor mankind, ze homo sapien. Traveling back in time, to ze creation of ze universe can help us detect patterns in Earth’s changes. We can avoid extinction and survive!!! SURVIVE!! Do you know what that truly means?! SURVIVE!? Ov course I won’t be ze one to go!! A group of ze greatest children shall be elected! Zose children vill be groups of twins vor, it has been scientifically proved that twins work well together!!! Ze winners vill be informed privately in a few veeks ven zey get chosen. I wish good luck to all participants in ze quest! Zankyou!
Chapter 1…
DUN DUN DUN!!!! Now, in time, you will slowly be getting the whole story! I aim to get it published (I doubt that would happen) eventually… Most of my friends are also writing stories so I am not the only one…
And now, for the "Why" story!
And now, for the "Why" story!
Lightning streaked across the sky. Thunder rumbled and in the distance, a dog whined. Rayna buried her head under the covers and whimpered along with the dog. She was scared. Once, a gigantic bank of fog had rolled above her house, surrounding them in a thick grey haze. She had survived that, why not this. I mean, weren’t they both equivalent? Well, this was a full on storm, but the fog had given Rayna the same butterfly feeling in her stomach, and the same worried feeling that she was going to die. Why, oh why couldn’t she live in a palace? In a land where were were no storms, no thick banks of fog, no rain plummeting on the eves, making a horrible hollow metal sound and preventing her from falling asleep?
A long time ago, her mom had told her the meaning of her name. ‘It’s latin,’ she had said, ‘meaning ‘Queen’, and that is what you are, a queen.’ Spoiled she was, Rayna admitted sometimes, though, that was her parent’s choice, not her’s. Her parents spoiled her, gave her a lot of things, but never enough in Rayna’s opinion.
‘Lily has a TV in her bathroom,’ she sometimes complained. Or, ‘Phoebe is allowed to have three phones, when I only get two!’ When Rayna thought about this unfairness, this treachery, this unjust and inexcusable behavior, she only cringed, and dreamed of the day when she could have three phones and a TV in her bathroom. But the thunder kept rumbling, her parents never came home with a new I-phone, her bathroom remained bare, and most of all, Rayna the queen, never got a palace, a royal home. She only got a 500 square inch room, with a built in bathroom and three sinks. Only fifteen flat screen TVs around the house, but none in her bathroom! Only 3 hunks of solid gold and a gigantic water-slide emptying into her pool. Ugh, it made her sick to think how unjust it all was, how wrong it was. She deserved more! She deserved better!
I'll share the rest with you later~ Here is another story! It is supposed to be a scary story, but I haven't quite gotten to the scary part yet! :)
“Mom!” Celeste yelled, “Mom! I’m ready to go!”
I'll share the rest with you later~ Here is another story! It is supposed to be a scary story, but I haven't quite gotten to the scary part yet! :)
“Mom!” Celeste yelled, “Mom! I’m ready to go!”
Mother bustled out of the apartment door carrying large bags and suitcases. Her wispy blond hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing long jeans and a loose violet blouse. She smiled warmly and walked towards my sister.
“Here. Hold this sweetie!” she thrust an overflowing bag into Celeste’s hand. “And Opal,” she said to me, “Hold this.”
She handed me a bright blue plastic suitcase. I took it and I almost fell over. The weight was unbearable. I looked at my mom with gritted teeth as I placed the suitcase on the ground, crushing the grass.
“Too heavy!” I heaved.
She grinned. “ S’okay honey. I’ll take that one. Sorry ‘bout that.”
I grinned. My mom is the nicest mother ever! She never gets mad. Always smiling and grinning, making you feel better. Once, when Celeste was four, she knocked over an expensive glass vase with pretty pink petunias and glowing purple lilacs, spilling water and pebbles all over the apartment floor. The landlord got us in big trouble. But my mom, she just smiled, cleaned up the mess, and said not to do it again. Dad on the other hand, yelled at Celeste and sent her to her room. But of course, Mother just said that Celeste didn’t know any better and that she didn’t mean to. You see, our parents kind of rebel against each other. Dad is strict and mom is amazingly nice!
Anyway, I struggled with the suitcase and lifted it off of the ground to hand it to her. She took it with a grin and exchanged it with a smaller green bag. Me and Celeste headed to the stairs, carrying our bags. Mom and dad followed, lugging their own backpacks and duffels. When we finally get to the car, Celeste is practically jumping up and down. I guess since we are moving to the country, in a fancy, Victorian style house with a swimming lake, pool, and forest in the back, Celeste is excited. Well DUH! I am too but, since I am leaving the city, I am also leaving school. Mindy, my best friend knows my email, but I am not going to see her in a very long time, which makes me sad.
I climb into the car, Celeste following excitedly behind me. We heaved our bags onto the floor and climbed into our seats. Mother and Father climbed in as well and we set off. I rolled down my window, feeling the cold wind on my face. Trees and buildings started to rush by. The car goes faster and faster as we exit onto the highway. For some reason, I knew this was going to be a long car ride.
I jolted awake. The sky was dark, bright stars glowed magically and the moon shone with outstanding brilliance. Celeste was drooling on her hand as she snored and Father was slouched quietly in the passenger seat. Only my mother was awake, squinting through the window, her glasses falling down her nose in her determination to not fall asleep. I sat up.
“Mum,” I say “Are we there yet?”
She turns and looks at me through her tilted spectacles. Her skin was a ghastly pale and her eyes sparkled an eerie light.
“Yes Of course, honey,” she echoed in an unnaturally deep tone. “We are almost there.”
Her words dripped like poisoned honey. A shiver traveled down my spin and I peered at her, narrowing my eyes. The car was veering off course, heading towards a dark lake.
“Umm….. Mom?” I answer frantically, gesturing towards the road.
She looks at me smiling and turns back toward the wheel, steering the car back on course. I emit a sigh of relief and gaze at Celeste and Dad. They both seem fine. What was wrong with Mom though?
I gaze out of the window, wiping at the condensation. The moon still shines brightly but is beginning to sink towards the mountains. The stars that speckle the sky start to fade and the pinkish orange color of sunrise streaks the sky. Street lamps flicker off and the city starts waking up. I scrunch up my pink woolen sweater, laying it down on the side of the car door, creating a somewhat comfortable pillow. My wrist watch reads 4:07. I settle onto my pillow and close my eyes.
My eyes flutter open. What was I doing in the car? Where was my nice warm bed, my room, my-? Suddenly, my tired brain registers and the memories of last night come rushing back to me. I sit up, my stomach rumbling loudly. Celeste is munching on a jam smeared croissant and father is sipping a steaming cup of coffee. Mom, still at the wheel, seems as tired as ever, but, luckily, doesn’t seem to have that scary look on her face from last night.
Celeste looks up from her croissant. “‘Mornin’ Opal.” She said, “any ghosts last night?”
You see, my little sister has this thing with ghosts. She has believed in them ever since she was very very little and has kept antagonizing me about them. ‘Did you see that ghost last night?’ or ‘Remember to place a flat mirror in each room facing the doorway!” (she heard that, when the ghost sees its reflection it gets scared away) I personally think it is all mumbo jumbo but, she believes in them, and I respect that. Aren’t I a good sister?
Celeste stares at me expectantly and I remember what she had asked me. “No,” I say. “I didn’t see one last night.” Thinking of Mom and her scary voice I said, “I did see, well, something scary.”
My sister jumped excitedly in her seat. “What was it?” she asked eagerly. I sigh, wishing that I hadn’t brought it up.
“I’ll… I’ll tell you later.” I say to her, gazing out the window. Celeste looks disappointed but turns away. Outside, farmland and rolling hills pass by with the occasional house or barn. I had never been out in the country but, this, wasn’t what I had expected. The car suddenly swerves right onto a dusty dirt road and my heart leaps. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Celeste leaning forward in her seat.
“We are almost there!” she exclaims and gives me a gigantic bear hug, squeezing the air out of my lungs. I pull away.
“Yes, we are I think.”
The tires screech as we pull through a field of dead shrubs and rocks. My father rolls down the window. His nose wrinkles as he sticks his head out the window.
“Is this what we will be smelling all the time?” he asks bitterly?
I have no idea what he’s talking about and I don’t think anyone else does ethier until the revolting stink hits. My nostrils flare. The powerful stench smells like a mix of dead animals and dying crops steaming under the hot sun. Plus, a nauseating sweetness finds its way in and makes me gag.
“Put up the window!” Celeste and I yell in unison, our eyes watering.
My dad clicks the button with his index finger and the window rolls up. The foul odor still reeks and it seems to cover the seat and dashboard and occupants of the car in a yellow stinking powder. I squirm in my seat.
“Are we almost there?” I ask irritably.
Mom, teary-eyed with a disgusted look on her face sighs as she floors the accelerator. The car sped up and was soon out of the sickly field. I roll down the window to let fresh air come into the car. A house came into view. It was a tall and grand house, with high rooftops and a pool on the right side. To the left, was a dark forest and behind it was the sparkling sand of a beach! I gasp at the amazing house.
Celeste jumps up and down in her seat. “Mother!” she yells excitedly, I cover my ears at the sound of her high pitched voice. “are we gonna actually LIVE there?”
My mom turns in her seat, “Yes honey”, She says tiredly. “Quiet down!!”
As soon as the car comes to a complete stop, my sister jumps out squealing, “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” She rushed towards the house, marveling over the pool and dense forest.
“Celeste! Come get your bags! No one explores until they unpack!”
I could almost feel my heart sinking as I gaze longingly and the amazing yard and distant beach. My Mother has this rule that we need to unpack before doing anything else. It usually took me forever to unpack in new places because I got so easily distracted. Once, when we were on vacation to Santa fe New Mexico to visit my Aunt, I eagerly wanted to explore my her house. I tried to unpack quickly but, the room I was given had so many distractions, it took me hours. I doubted that I would explore outside today.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Celeste lugging her baby blue suit case across the grass. She reached the door huffing and puffing. Apparently she had stuffed that little case of hers to the brim. I grabbed my suitcase and followed her to the foyaye. Dad fumbled in his pocket for the key and brought his hands up innocently, “I didn’t lose the key!” he insisted. “I have it somewhere, I just can’t find it.”Mom rolls her eyes and fishes a gigantic set of keys out of her purse. While she unlocks the door, I look around the front yard, seeing if I missed any of the amazing sights.
The driveway for one was a long, stone paved driveway with grass growing in between the cracks. It stretched for at least 25 meters before it disappeared into the sickening dead field. My nose crinkled just remembering the horrific stench. Along the driveway were rows and rows of tall magnificent flowers. The colors gleemed, reds and blues and deep purples and pinks and even the occasional light, light, light green. It was heaven to my eyes except that the blossoms glowed brightly in the late morning sun. So brightly in fact, it was like a razor had cut into my eye-ball and I immediately averted my eyes.
Water soon swam into my vision as I gazed towards the right side of the house. A pool, the chlorinated blue water lapping against the sides, sat nestled in a garden of veggies, flowers, and clusters of fruit laden trees. The large garden seemed to stretch before my eyes. It was like a gigantic equivalent of The Garden of Eden. Bees swarmed around the area, buzzing loudly and I wondered if I would ever go in the pool with so many insects flying around.Deck chairs sat on the pavement around the pool and a diving board was leaning over the swirling water. Despite the colossal amount of bees, the garden and pool lured and mesmerized me. I found my feet moving toward it without control and discovered that I couldn’t make them stop! The pool was coming closer and closer. Alarm filled me and a desperate feeling filled my insides. I willed my feet to stop moving but, they just wouldn’t!!! A gentle tug sent me soon out of my reverie and Mom guided me back with a smile.
“I liked it too.” she said reassuringly but to me it sounded like she didn’t understand how an almost invisible force had pulled her like a magnet.
I soon forgot about the weird sensation and moved on to looking around the house as my parents searched their bags for the key. Wait, what!?!!?!
“Mom! I thought you had the key ring in your hand a few minutes ago!” I tell her. She looks at me strangely then her brain seems to register.
“Those, those keys were, they were, to the car.” she said with a weird smile. It seemed like a mixture of confusion, understanding, and sympathy. You saw me unlock the car so that you and Celeste could put the bags in! But that was quite a while ago! You can’t be talking about then sweetie!” my Mom marveled.
“I swear on my pink cat sweater that you had the house keys a few minutes ago!” I say, desperate.
She smiles warmly. “You must of been seeing things hon ‘cause I never had the key ring!!!”
My heart skips a beat. WHAT?! I was most certainly NOT seeing things! What was going on? First, last night, Mom had been acting strangely. Then, the strange flower garden like attracted me or something and now, Mom was acting like something I had seen with my own two eyes, hadn’t happened. What WAS going on?! I decided to put the thought out of my brain and continue to look around. My gaze settles on the left side of the house.
The sight was quite unlike the pool and it’s lovely garden with the sunshine and friendliness. It was a deep dark forest. There was nothing much to see except for the long thick trunks and branches of the dark oaks. And there were shadows, pools of darkness dominating the forest. So many shadows, stretching into the thick woods. Shadows everywhere. It was so dark, I doubted that if I was in there, I would be able to see my hand if it was right in front of my face. It was a very menacing and creepy sight. I vowed to myself that I would never go in there, at least not alone!!
Chapter 2...
I like your prologue :) very interesting...
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