Jennifer's Ashes
September 22nd, 2010, 02:08 PM
well, here it is. im 13 and vie been writing for all of 3 hours. here goes nothing. criticism and comments much appreciated.
Gigis Book
-chapter one-
it was a saturday afternoon, so many centuries ago. i lived in a tiny, insignifant hamlet to anyone who had not the pleasure of visiting it. i decided that i would go for walk in the briars and the evergreens. so i donned my old leather shoes, i headed out the door, down the sandy dirt and gravel road and into the woods.
as i entered the green expance known as compton wood, my soft boots were slightly dampened by the wet grasses and dewy wildflowers. the memories are a bit hazy now, but i can still distinctly remember the force of the gigantic, furry animal leaping at me as a growl ripped from its bared teeth. i tried to pull away, but this only made it worse. its teeth had sunk into my flesh, and the more i tried to resist, the deeper the horrideous creature tore and thrashed into me. i could feel its warm tounge on my open wounds, sucking out the blood. i had heard about creatures like this, but never believed for a minute that such a thing should ever exist. i screamed, yelped and howled as though a wounded dog. i cannot imagine what the townspeople must have been doing that was so loud they could not possibly hear the cry of little Aoife MacDonnally.
as i continued to fight, i could feel its teeth ripping more skin back and exposing my veins and tissues which should never have to see the light of day. eventually, it dawnd on me that there was no way for me to escape or survive. i tore the dirk i wore at my belt from its little sheath, about to plunge it through my heart and end this misery. but then, a disturbance! i felt something else. a different sensation. i could feel a warm, glowing feeling enveloping me, enclosing me. the pain seemed to melt away. i may have layed there for seconds, hours, days, or years- i didnt care so long as the pain had stopped. it was a very odd experience, something which you never could imagine so i shant try to explain it. but something changed inside me during my long long sleep. as though an invisible, horriffic hand had wrenched something deep inside me, tearing something from my internal self. then, i suddenly realised what had been ripped away, what had been taken. my life.
-chapter two-
after that realization, a feeling of shock and bewilderment rushed over me. i felt like bawling as if there were no tomorrow (which there very well might not have been for me at that time) although my smooth, warm cocoon prevented me from feeling anything but content. well, i suppose, this is something from which i may benefit. i could go through life, or whatever this was, without a care in the world. but life, or whatever it was, must go on.
so there i sat, in the wood. i knew not what wood, but it did notice that it didn't seem to be 'a wood,' the article seemed to be 'the.' it was 'the wood.' i was sitting in the soft, dewy grass. there was before me a beautiful woman. nay, not a woman. an angel. or a goddess. or something. or someone. she had a voice velvety silken lining of your favorite jacket. an old corduroy one, that envelopes you with an inexplicable felicity. she said, in that voice, "hello, darling girl. you are now in the unending land of forever. it has not a name, it is a perfect, ideal world. where everything is as it should be. so, Aoife McDonnally, enjoy yourself. rejoice. my name is Affinity. i am the guardian of this world. it is, as i may have mentioned, ever so much better than the world from whence you cometh. you are here now. you mustn't dwell on your past. nor on your future. some say that there is only today, and tomorrow, and the day after. and the day following that. so may the peace of our lord be with you."
the lady, or Affinity as we must now call her, floated and drifted away with grace outshining that of a swan. her billowy, feathery gown swirled and was elevated as though some breeze was lifting it from its previously draped state. i then noticed that i myself was no longer wearing my old woolen petticoat, but something different. the material was fluid in my hands, like the warm camomile tea mother would brew me on days of snow. oh, mother. i still wish..... never mind. i mustn't think about my life before this one. it only makes it worse. such an act pulls oneself into a tempest from which there is no returning. i mustn't. but as i was saying, it appeared to be some foreign cloth not yet discovered by humans. but then, was i not a human? actually, now that i thought of it, i suppose i was not. my hair was as though gold. tiny fibres of gold, all on my head.
at some point, i felt as though i must get up. and that i did. i decided that i must walk away. i lifted myself off the ground, and was surprised to find that my step was feather light.
to be continued.....
Gigis Book
-chapter one-
it was a saturday afternoon, so many centuries ago. i lived in a tiny, insignifant hamlet to anyone who had not the pleasure of visiting it. i decided that i would go for walk in the briars and the evergreens. so i donned my old leather shoes, i headed out the door, down the sandy dirt and gravel road and into the woods.
as i entered the green expance known as compton wood, my soft boots were slightly dampened by the wet grasses and dewy wildflowers. the memories are a bit hazy now, but i can still distinctly remember the force of the gigantic, furry animal leaping at me as a growl ripped from its bared teeth. i tried to pull away, but this only made it worse. its teeth had sunk into my flesh, and the more i tried to resist, the deeper the horrideous creature tore and thrashed into me. i could feel its warm tounge on my open wounds, sucking out the blood. i had heard about creatures like this, but never believed for a minute that such a thing should ever exist. i screamed, yelped and howled as though a wounded dog. i cannot imagine what the townspeople must have been doing that was so loud they could not possibly hear the cry of little Aoife MacDonnally.
as i continued to fight, i could feel its teeth ripping more skin back and exposing my veins and tissues which should never have to see the light of day. eventually, it dawnd on me that there was no way for me to escape or survive. i tore the dirk i wore at my belt from its little sheath, about to plunge it through my heart and end this misery. but then, a disturbance! i felt something else. a different sensation. i could feel a warm, glowing feeling enveloping me, enclosing me. the pain seemed to melt away. i may have layed there for seconds, hours, days, or years- i didnt care so long as the pain had stopped. it was a very odd experience, something which you never could imagine so i shant try to explain it. but something changed inside me during my long long sleep. as though an invisible, horriffic hand had wrenched something deep inside me, tearing something from my internal self. then, i suddenly realised what had been ripped away, what had been taken. my life.
-chapter two-
after that realization, a feeling of shock and bewilderment rushed over me. i felt like bawling as if there were no tomorrow (which there very well might not have been for me at that time) although my smooth, warm cocoon prevented me from feeling anything but content. well, i suppose, this is something from which i may benefit. i could go through life, or whatever this was, without a care in the world. but life, or whatever it was, must go on.
so there i sat, in the wood. i knew not what wood, but it did notice that it didn't seem to be 'a wood,' the article seemed to be 'the.' it was 'the wood.' i was sitting in the soft, dewy grass. there was before me a beautiful woman. nay, not a woman. an angel. or a goddess. or something. or someone. she had a voice velvety silken lining of your favorite jacket. an old corduroy one, that envelopes you with an inexplicable felicity. she said, in that voice, "hello, darling girl. you are now in the unending land of forever. it has not a name, it is a perfect, ideal world. where everything is as it should be. so, Aoife McDonnally, enjoy yourself. rejoice. my name is Affinity. i am the guardian of this world. it is, as i may have mentioned, ever so much better than the world from whence you cometh. you are here now. you mustn't dwell on your past. nor on your future. some say that there is only today, and tomorrow, and the day after. and the day following that. so may the peace of our lord be with you."
the lady, or Affinity as we must now call her, floated and drifted away with grace outshining that of a swan. her billowy, feathery gown swirled and was elevated as though some breeze was lifting it from its previously draped state. i then noticed that i myself was no longer wearing my old woolen petticoat, but something different. the material was fluid in my hands, like the warm camomile tea mother would brew me on days of snow. oh, mother. i still wish..... never mind. i mustn't think about my life before this one. it only makes it worse. such an act pulls oneself into a tempest from which there is no returning. i mustn't. but as i was saying, it appeared to be some foreign cloth not yet discovered by humans. but then, was i not a human? actually, now that i thought of it, i suppose i was not. my hair was as though gold. tiny fibres of gold, all on my head.
at some point, i felt as though i must get up. and that i did. i decided that i must walk away. i lifted myself off the ground, and was surprised to find that my step was feather light.
to be continued.....