Le secret du temps-prologue (version 1) by Yasmera, literature
Literature
Le secret du temps-prologue (version 1)
PROLOGUE
« Patience, disait-il toujours.
-Mais j’en ai assez d’attendre ! Il y a quelque chose qui m’attend pas loin d’ici !
-Attend ton tour. Lorsque l’on fait exprès pour tomber, on n’est pas tant surpris que ça, quand cela arrive par surprise, on est surpris. Ne cherche pas à trouver ton destin, laisse-le venir à toi. »
J’ai l’impression de partager mon corps avec quelque chose d’autre. Je pourrais dire que je suis vraiment différente des autres. Je suis… comment dire ? Je suis… soumise. Depuis la mort de mes parents, je vis che
Have you ever heard of a land called "America?" A place believed to be home of the free, and land of the brave? I wish such a place existed. It all sounds so perfect, but that's only because it's a fairytale, an escape for children, and occasionally adults, to let their minds drift off into a world where they can leave the troubles and stresses of their everyday life behind. Oh, how I wish I didn't have to leave Oz behind. Even in its' tainted splendor, it still fills me with the exuberance of a child. I still remember the grandness of the Emerald city, the way it once was before this depression, before all the looters and vagra
Preamble
The one thing that Luttie would remember most about that night would be the Hatter's eyes and the red gash of his mouth, caught between astonishment and terror. And then he'd turn to her, and smile half-ruefully; right then, with his hair all in disarray and his eyes shadowed by the light of the crystal chandelier of the concert hall, he would look truly mad. "Well then," he'd say, and reach out to take her hand.
Her heart would be singing even as it broke into a thousand pieces.
The Queen would pronounce her verdict.
And that would be that.
Losing It
There was a knock at Luttie's door. It was a skittering, anxious sound, a qui
The key to my home?
It´s in a stone.
In a stone?
Yes
Why?
Well you see,
The stone eats the key.
How could this be?
I use to deposit my key on the floor
and then the stone eats it.
Oh my.
Is this how it keeps it?
Well yes, but it´s not bad.
The stone then lies on the flower bed.
And it protects my key to the bone.
This lovely helpful stone!
Reborn back to Underland ch1 by supernovajazzy, literature
Literature
Reborn back to Underland ch1
PROLOGUE
The entrance is gone is has disappeared from my site, never to see it again. Many long years have passed, missing the people I loved, never seeing him again, and never telling him how I felt. Until I saw a big bright light, a man holding me in his arms, the irritation of the screams I was letting out. I knew at that bizarre moment, I can go back, one more time.
CHAPTER 1
England, present day.
"So, this is where he proposed?" I asked, studying the white gazebo and the beautiful vines and roses that wound through the white wooden slats.
"Yes, but she had the guts to refuse him."
"A good thing, too, I'd say." I climbed the gazebo
Reborn back to Underland ch2 by supernovajazzy, literature
Literature
Reborn back to Underland ch2
CHAPTER 2
I was very curious as to what was down there, and couldn't help but want to take at least a quick look. I just couldn't very well ignore this! It almost seemed as if the great gaping hole was calling to me, telling me that it was all right to just tip forwards and tumble in. To discover what wonders would await me at the bottom.
I got out of bed, grabbed my flashlight, and began to walk down the corridor of the large building that seemed more like a castle. As I passed a door, it creaked open slightly. Once again I was filled with curiosity.
I opened the door a bit wider and slipped inside. I passed the beam of my flashlight arou