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Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Quick Journey

The side effects of that epilepsy medication are FINALLY wearing off. (Even if it stops the big flurries of seizures it can really hit ya hard for a few days.) Now that its wearing off I feel much more inspired to write so I came up with this nice story. I hope you enjoy it.


A Quick Journey

        A young girl in a nice, simple, sunny yellow dress laid on the side of a smooth hill. She held up a small, but elegant, mirror in her hand. Her grandmother used to use it to travel, and before the grandmother passed away she taught the little girl how to travel with the mirror.
        The girl turned the mirror to a specific spot in relation to the sun, like how someone would tune a radio to a certain channel. When she finished the mirror pulled the girl's mind out of her body. The girl's mind then jumped from the mirror into a nearby tree. She felt her mind spreading through every branch and root. She sensed the sun baking her leaves in its warmth. When one of the fruit fell from the tree she felt as if a hair had been plucked from her head.
        She then leaped into a rock in the bank of a nearby river. As the rock the cool water of the river rubbed up against her playfully. She moved next into the river itself. She felt the fish move through her as if something danced down her throat. She transferred her mind into a fish next and could think only of forward, as many fish did. She left the fish when she saw it approaching a hook with tempting bait.
        She pushed her mind into a cloud next. She felt every drop in the cloud as if it was a thought in her head. She fell into a lovely calmness while she drifted along the skyline. She felt tickled as an airplane passed through her. She then felt heavy and angry. She turned black and started raining down lightning and rain. She didn't like making things dark and depressing by making a storm so she jumped between clouds until she reached further north where she was inside a big cloud that sent a light snow to the ground below. When she saw the school beneath her she remembered her big homework assignment due the next day.
        She hurried through the clouds, fish, river water, rock and tree back to her own body. And once her mind settled into its old home she placed the mirror in her pocket. She dashed home because she knew that once she finished her last homework assignment and summer break began her father would bring her to the nearby theme park. She enjoyed the theme park because she could become the balloons, roller coasters and so many more things there. Though school was nice as well, she loved using the mirror to jump into books.

2 comments:

  1. Now you've made me wish I had that mirror. :} Although if you think about it, writers don't need a mirror...we use our imaginations to jump into our books...hmmm, perhaps that's where you were going with this...your stories always have layers, Langdon.

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    1. Well, at the end of the story I used the books part to make sure the audience thought of what could be done with the mirror outside of what I said in the story. I'm glad that you see the layers in my stories. I'm trying to make the reader think about my story long after they've read it. Thanks for the comment!

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