I wrote the entire story in about an hour and this is the first part. Let me know what you think. Enjoy and thanks so much.
- Irishfire
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The haze drifted around me, slow and disorienting. The sky was just a black hole above me, there were no stars tonight. A woman stood in front of me, her face passive. I looked her up and down trying to recall who she may be, if I've met her before. Her eyes were the color of sun-lit spring leaves and they were flecked with the beautiful turquoise of the ocean. Her hair was a shimmering waterfall that fell just below her shoulders, a brilliant hazel-like color. It looked as if nature had taken its most brilliant colors and put them into her eyes and hair. She was breath-taking.
She stood at least a foot below me, but held her head high. Proudly. You could tell she was proud of who she was, and no one could change her mind. Her clothes were strange; she wore a high-necked dress, which fell down to half way down her legs. Dark brown working boots covered the rest of them. She wore pearls around her neck that accented her pale skin, which glowed in the haze that surrounded us.
She nodded toward me.
“Do you know where you are?” She said. Her voice was a bell. Mature and beautiful with every chime. I turned my head slowly.
“No, I’m not sure I do.” She gave me a grim lop-sided grim. She turned to the side and gestured elegantly. Suddenly the haze began to drift away, revealing where I was. “The graveyard 2 miles from my house.” I said staring at the graves that surrounded me and the woman.
The haze drifted into the woods that surrounded the graveyard. I looked at the woman. “Why are we in the graveyard?” I asked looking around. She looked at me her face completely unreadable.
“We’re here to show you who you’ve been, what my story was.” I looked at her, my eyebrows raised.
“What?” Her face became serious, and she narrowed her eyebrows.
“The graveyard shows us who we were before we were ourselves, whether we’re ready for their story or not.” I shook my head, trying to figure out what she was telling me.
“I’m sorry, I’m really not following. What do you mean it shows us who we were before we were ourselves?” She turned around and became to walk away.
“You’ll realize soon enough Ariel. Soon enough.” And she was gone.
I woke up suddenly. It was pitch black, it was still night. I sat up, and looked around me. It was a dream.
“It couldn’t have been just a dream,” I whispered, “it was too vivid.” I ran my fingers through my black hair, and took a deep breath trying to figure it out. Suddenly, it came to me and I snapped my head up. “The graveyard!” The woman’s voice came back to me,
“The graveyard shows us who we were before we were ourselves…” I needed to get to the graveyard, it would tell me. Somehow, someway, it would tell me. I threw the covers back and slipped on a sweat-shirt and boots. I grabbed the throw blanket off my bed and threw it around my shoulders. I rushed down my stairs quietly. Then, out the door, into my backyard, onto the path that led into the woods, and to the graveyard. I had to find out what that woman meant.
