Hallo all, did 'ya miss me?
I mean, I really appreciate my friend Missy keeping in touch with me, but did she really need to tell me what shape she filed her nails into??? Anyway, Read yesterday's post and you'll see what this story extract's about. I'm currently writing a book of short stories for teens. This is one of them, a romance story, and including a time slip. Here it is, Enjoy!
Time Slip into Love...
I’m Marie, and this is the story of my great adventure. Nothing’s impossible. Enjoy my story.
I walked home past the park, carrying my schoolbooks, my curly blonde hair in tangles. I’m not really that pretty. Quite a few boys fancy me but they’re not kind and intelligent and funny, they just try and impress you and gel their hair all the time. I stop in the park, still. I began to become unaware I probably looked like a right idiot, just staring into a stranger’s eyes. I’m Marianne, by the way. I’m fifteen but I don’t really act that age. I love to write fantasies. Imagination is a wonderful thing.
Anyway, I stop and stare. He’s staring at me too, but His head is in a book. I didn’t know whether to walk on, or approach him. I walked on a bit, and there’s a little balcony on the park which steps lead to. I walked up them. I ran up to the balcony, breathing in the fresh air. I looked at him below, he was probably wondering were I went. He didn’t expect me to be on the balcony, so he looked around. I felt the wind brush my hair, and looked at the beautiful park, the flowers and trees swaying in the breeze. I imagined I was royalty, and I was looking at my beautiful palace gardens around me. Then my one, true love would approach me, and ask me to dance. I once more looked below at the park, but it all looked different. There was a huge maze, and rose bushes. There was a huge lake and a huge oak tree in the middle. Maybe I hadn’t noticed it before? I leant forward, trying to figure it out. Then I almost fell out from the balcony when I looked around. I looked down and gasped. I was wearing a beautiful, very light pink evening dress with frilled sleeves, and on my wrist was a pearl bracelet. My feet were wearing high white heels. My hair was scraped into a huge, elegant, bun, but I still recognized myself. I had the same blonde curly hair, and If I hadn’t recognized myself I don’t know what I’d think. I walked around the balcony. There was a huge, towering building in front of me. A palace. I ran and skipped to it, my heart leaping. All my wishes had come true. I didn’t know what to think. This couldn’t all be in my head. Maybe I had gone into a time slip? I ran into the castle, my legs feeling as free as a bird, as I hitched my new evening light pink dress up. The floor was posh marble, and the steps where laid with red rug. Above me, there were three storeys, and a winding spiral staircase. A carriage was outside the palace. For one second, I just sat on one of the steps, taking it all in. There was an oil painting of a girl. The girl had blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and a pink light dress. It was me. I peered at it, in utter amazement. I looked at the imprint in gold at the bottom of the potrait.
Duchess Marianne Walters
Marianne? My name was Marie. Then I realized obviously in Victorian times they would have called me Marianne. At the end of the entrance to the palace, there were huge wooden doors, with a huge black lock. Two men in high boots and jackets opened them.
“Your honour, At last. The entire ballroom have awaited your arrival.” The first man said.
I didn’t dare question them.
I just walked straight in, smiling classily. I held my dress, doing my best to balance and walk well in my heels. Everyone bowed. Then, in the middle, was him. It was him! It had to be, It just had to be! He was in Victorian clothes, but I could recognize him. The boy I had seen in the park. I couldn’t believe it. I saw a hand reach out, I held it, as the room filled with music. Other couples started dancing, spinning each other, sidestepping. I did the same. As I felt his tender hand on my waist, I sighed with joy. This was my dream, all the fantasy I had ever written, All my dreams, and become real. I had always thought my fantasies about castles and palaces, and riches were for a three year old thinking. But here I was - fourteen, and a real duchess. The boy swept me across the room, as I danced and danced, and danced even when I felt my feet would fall off. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked;
“Please, what is your name?”
“T-T-Thomas, your highness,” The boy said.
I said it in my head again again in my head. It spun round my head. Everywhere I looked his name was written. Eventually, night drew, and I knew it was the end of the ball. A man came in. He looked identical to my dad.
“Ah, young love. Now come, The butler will escort you to your bedchamber.” He said.
I noticed my mum sitting next to my dad on the throne.
I ran up to my mother and father.
My mother was in a blue ball gown, a crown resting on her sheet of brown hair. My dad was in a very royal outfit, smiling at all the guests.
“Mum, how did we get here? I was in the park!” I said, wondering If she’d know.
“What are you on about, dear? No time for nonsense, young Marianne. ‘Tis time to get oneself some rest.” My dad answered.
I smiled to myself. Just how I imagined. This was real. I was a real Duchess, and I was in love.
“Thomas, I have to go! When can I see you?” I said, turning to him.
“Come, follow me.” He said.
We walked out of the ballroom, holding hands.
He lead me to the balcony.
He leant forward.
He kisses me, our lips touching lightly. I feel a locket being put on my neck. I look inside and it’s the same portrait on the oil painting. And below, it said Duchess Marianne Walters”. I looked around me once our lips part, and he was gone. I look below at my feet and I was wearing my converses and jeans, and black top. I look below me and I’m on the park balcony and below me, in the park, is the same boy. The one I kissed, The one in the park. Thomas. I looked on my neck. The locket was still there.
I opened it to make sure. It still said “Duchess Marianne Walters”.
I smiled, running down from the balcony to the boy.
“I know your name.” I said, praying he would remember me.
“I know you do, Lady Marianne.” He winks, and then he runs away looking back and smiling, his floppy brown hair brushing against the wind. **********
I sit on my bed, playing around on my laptop, incredibly bored.
I heard a knock on my door.
Hoping, I tied my hair up, and put a blob of lip gloss on my lips.
I opened the door, taking a breath.
“Oh. Hallo, who are you?” I asked, confused.
It was a woman, in a brown cardigan. She was wearing a blue frock.
“I am Miss. Smith. Marianne, I need to talk to you.” The woman said.
“Do I know you?” I said, cautiously. She could have been a stranger, maybe wanting to kidnap me! I wondered whether to let her in or not.
Mum came in, but she appeared to recognize her. So did dad too.
“Come in Margaret.” Dad said, pointing to a chair in the living room.
Miss Smith looked at me hesitatingly.
“Can someone explain this?” I blurted out, not bearing it any longer.
“Marianne. You have a gift. You can go back in time. That’s what you did yesterday, you went back a long, long, time ago. You were a Duchess.” Miss Smith said, reaching out for the tea Mum was pouring out for her.
“H-h-how on earth did you find out?” I asked, my eyes bulging with surprise.
“Because, Marianne, not only do you go back in time, but others to, ones that are involved with you. Do you remember me, Marianne?” Miss smith said, stirring the sugar in her tea, mainly because she probably felt nervous and uncomfortable.
“No, I’m sorry,” I replied, confused.
“I was one of the guests at the ball. Anyway, Marianne, I’m afraid you’re going to have rather a lot of these time travels. When you’re ready, I shall tell you the cause of your travels. But um, Marianne - keep your locket very safe, and I think you should know a couple of things. Firstly, when you go back to the Victorian period where you are a Duchess, you will find that no time has passed. Its just because in the Victorian period, modern day - now, doesn’t exist, understand? Also, once you have for the first time gone into a time period, like you did the other day, you will very often find yourself revisiting it. Have fun, sweetie, but be careful, and you can’t unfortunately choose when you time travel, so I wouldn’t consider skipping maths class, honey!” Miss Smith chattered on.
Hope you enjoyed it!
...........♥PrincessWOWness...♥
...{Her majesty, Wowness}......
I mean, I really appreciate my friend Missy keeping in touch with me, but did she really need to tell me what shape she filed her nails into??? Anyway, Read yesterday's post and you'll see what this story extract's about. I'm currently writing a book of short stories for teens. This is one of them, a romance story, and including a time slip. Here it is, Enjoy!
Time Slip into Love...
I’m Marie, and this is the story of my great adventure. Nothing’s impossible. Enjoy my story.
I walked home past the park, carrying my schoolbooks, my curly blonde hair in tangles. I’m not really that pretty. Quite a few boys fancy me but they’re not kind and intelligent and funny, they just try and impress you and gel their hair all the time. I stop in the park, still. I began to become unaware I probably looked like a right idiot, just staring into a stranger’s eyes. I’m Marianne, by the way. I’m fifteen but I don’t really act that age. I love to write fantasies. Imagination is a wonderful thing.
Anyway, I stop and stare. He’s staring at me too, but His head is in a book. I didn’t know whether to walk on, or approach him. I walked on a bit, and there’s a little balcony on the park which steps lead to. I walked up them. I ran up to the balcony, breathing in the fresh air. I looked at him below, he was probably wondering were I went. He didn’t expect me to be on the balcony, so he looked around. I felt the wind brush my hair, and looked at the beautiful park, the flowers and trees swaying in the breeze. I imagined I was royalty, and I was looking at my beautiful palace gardens around me. Then my one, true love would approach me, and ask me to dance. I once more looked below at the park, but it all looked different. There was a huge maze, and rose bushes. There was a huge lake and a huge oak tree in the middle. Maybe I hadn’t noticed it before? I leant forward, trying to figure it out. Then I almost fell out from the balcony when I looked around. I looked down and gasped. I was wearing a beautiful, very light pink evening dress with frilled sleeves, and on my wrist was a pearl bracelet. My feet were wearing high white heels. My hair was scraped into a huge, elegant, bun, but I still recognized myself. I had the same blonde curly hair, and If I hadn’t recognized myself I don’t know what I’d think. I walked around the balcony. There was a huge, towering building in front of me. A palace. I ran and skipped to it, my heart leaping. All my wishes had come true. I didn’t know what to think. This couldn’t all be in my head. Maybe I had gone into a time slip? I ran into the castle, my legs feeling as free as a bird, as I hitched my new evening light pink dress up. The floor was posh marble, and the steps where laid with red rug. Above me, there were three storeys, and a winding spiral staircase. A carriage was outside the palace. For one second, I just sat on one of the steps, taking it all in. There was an oil painting of a girl. The girl had blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and a pink light dress. It was me. I peered at it, in utter amazement. I looked at the imprint in gold at the bottom of the potrait.
Duchess Marianne Walters
Marianne? My name was Marie. Then I realized obviously in Victorian times they would have called me Marianne. At the end of the entrance to the palace, there were huge wooden doors, with a huge black lock. Two men in high boots and jackets opened them.
“Your honour, At last. The entire ballroom have awaited your arrival.” The first man said.
I didn’t dare question them.
I just walked straight in, smiling classily. I held my dress, doing my best to balance and walk well in my heels. Everyone bowed. Then, in the middle, was him. It was him! It had to be, It just had to be! He was in Victorian clothes, but I could recognize him. The boy I had seen in the park. I couldn’t believe it. I saw a hand reach out, I held it, as the room filled with music. Other couples started dancing, spinning each other, sidestepping. I did the same. As I felt his tender hand on my waist, I sighed with joy. This was my dream, all the fantasy I had ever written, All my dreams, and become real. I had always thought my fantasies about castles and palaces, and riches were for a three year old thinking. But here I was - fourteen, and a real duchess. The boy swept me across the room, as I danced and danced, and danced even when I felt my feet would fall off. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked;
“Please, what is your name?”
“T-T-Thomas, your highness,” The boy said.
I said it in my head again again in my head. It spun round my head. Everywhere I looked his name was written. Eventually, night drew, and I knew it was the end of the ball. A man came in. He looked identical to my dad.
“Ah, young love. Now come, The butler will escort you to your bedchamber.” He said.
I noticed my mum sitting next to my dad on the throne.
I ran up to my mother and father.
My mother was in a blue ball gown, a crown resting on her sheet of brown hair. My dad was in a very royal outfit, smiling at all the guests.
“Mum, how did we get here? I was in the park!” I said, wondering If she’d know.
“What are you on about, dear? No time for nonsense, young Marianne. ‘Tis time to get oneself some rest.” My dad answered.
I smiled to myself. Just how I imagined. This was real. I was a real Duchess, and I was in love.
“Thomas, I have to go! When can I see you?” I said, turning to him.
“Come, follow me.” He said.
We walked out of the ballroom, holding hands.
He lead me to the balcony.
He leant forward.
He kisses me, our lips touching lightly. I feel a locket being put on my neck. I look inside and it’s the same portrait on the oil painting. And below, it said Duchess Marianne Walters”. I looked around me once our lips part, and he was gone. I look below at my feet and I was wearing my converses and jeans, and black top. I look below me and I’m on the park balcony and below me, in the park, is the same boy. The one I kissed, The one in the park. Thomas. I looked on my neck. The locket was still there.
I opened it to make sure. It still said “Duchess Marianne Walters”.
I smiled, running down from the balcony to the boy.
“I know your name.” I said, praying he would remember me.
“I know you do, Lady Marianne.” He winks, and then he runs away looking back and smiling, his floppy brown hair brushing against the wind. **********
I sit on my bed, playing around on my laptop, incredibly bored.
I heard a knock on my door.
Hoping, I tied my hair up, and put a blob of lip gloss on my lips.
I opened the door, taking a breath.
“Oh. Hallo, who are you?” I asked, confused.
It was a woman, in a brown cardigan. She was wearing a blue frock.
“I am Miss. Smith. Marianne, I need to talk to you.” The woman said.
“Do I know you?” I said, cautiously. She could have been a stranger, maybe wanting to kidnap me! I wondered whether to let her in or not.
Mum came in, but she appeared to recognize her. So did dad too.
“Come in Margaret.” Dad said, pointing to a chair in the living room.
Miss Smith looked at me hesitatingly.
“Can someone explain this?” I blurted out, not bearing it any longer.
“Marianne. You have a gift. You can go back in time. That’s what you did yesterday, you went back a long, long, time ago. You were a Duchess.” Miss Smith said, reaching out for the tea Mum was pouring out for her.
“H-h-how on earth did you find out?” I asked, my eyes bulging with surprise.
“Because, Marianne, not only do you go back in time, but others to, ones that are involved with you. Do you remember me, Marianne?” Miss smith said, stirring the sugar in her tea, mainly because she probably felt nervous and uncomfortable.
“No, I’m sorry,” I replied, confused.
“I was one of the guests at the ball. Anyway, Marianne, I’m afraid you’re going to have rather a lot of these time travels. When you’re ready, I shall tell you the cause of your travels. But um, Marianne - keep your locket very safe, and I think you should know a couple of things. Firstly, when you go back to the Victorian period where you are a Duchess, you will find that no time has passed. Its just because in the Victorian period, modern day - now, doesn’t exist, understand? Also, once you have for the first time gone into a time period, like you did the other day, you will very often find yourself revisiting it. Have fun, sweetie, but be careful, and you can’t unfortunately choose when you time travel, so I wouldn’t consider skipping maths class, honey!” Miss Smith chattered on.
Hope you enjoyed it!
...........♥PrincessWOWness...♥
...{Her majesty, Wowness}......
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