Jennifer's Dead

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Just the first chapter I have so far. Trying some new type of writing......

"Wind come to me," I said as I rested my hand in the old dark oak table. Just then i felt the wind swirl around my back making the hairs on my neck turn up. I saw the coldness in the air on a cold January morning and the frozen dew on the morning grass. The wind tickled at my arms when it began to swirl around me like a blanket.
I pictured the morning air swirl into my right index finger and I felt my hand gently raise. Good, I thought The levitation spell is beginning to work. I felt the wind whipping at my cheeks when I began to smile. Then I began to loose focus I thought of earlier that day in study hall. Maria and I snuck out the the New Wings left side of the building to go smoke a cigerette. Although it was very awkward telling her what happened last time we did the circle.
I remembered the spell as my hand fell down onto the table again. "Alright wind, you can leave now. Thank you," I said and stood up after i blew out the candles i had on my table.
Oh no, I thought to myself. There's that feeling again. It felt as if my stomach was a butter churn and someone was about to pop my bubble. I looked up at my ceiling and my glass globes with herbs in them were blowing like there was wind in my room. The problem was there obviously wasn't any. Something caught my eye in the corner near my dreamcatcher. The feathers on it were slightly moving.
"Hello?" I asked. There wasn't a reply. Everything in my room went still again. I guess whatever it was is now gone. Then there was a knock at my bedroom door.
"Come in," I said as my heart beat began to pick up a little bit. The door slowely opened when I saw it was only my mother.
"Hey. I'm sorry i wasn't here for dinner. I was held up in a meeting otherwise i would have called," She said as she looked at the candles. She sighed and gave me that look where she is thinking of me as foolish.
"It's okay. Uh, can I go to the library after school tomorrow? I need to do some more research for Grandma," I asked. I was really just trying to hide the fact I was really just trying to find out what the disturbances were in my room about.
"Of course. Could you drop off my tapes while you are there? I rented some for movie night last week with Luke," She said.
"Oh, I had forgotten how did it go? And yeah sure," I said and waited on a response.
"Well... It went alright we were out of popcorn though," she said and gave a short little laugh then yawned.
"That's good. The date part I mean," I rushed the last part. My mother thinks I'm not up to par with her dating yet. She only thinks that because she isn't ready even though he disappeared before I was even born. I am all for her going on dates. I would like to know a guy like a Dad. Then I could stop obsessing over finding him.
"Well, I'm going to hit the hay. See you tomorrow. Love you," She said and leaned down to kiss the crown of my hair like I was ten.
"Love you too," I said hoping it wasn't to sarcastic. She didn't look back so I am guessing it wasn't.
The next day, I felt off... I put on my usual make up, got dressed in shorts and a tanktop, then brushed through my long wavy hair. I looked in the mirror and my stomach instantly was in a naught and I began to breathesort of like I was havingpanic attack or something. WhenI looked back up at the mirror it was her. She was here again. I hadn't ever seen her out of my dreams, but there she was. Standing beside me in the mirror but when I looked over she wasnt really there. I began to feel drained. Almost like she was literally sucking every ounce of energy right out of me. Everything went dizzy. It was as if my vision were being clouded by black liquid being dropped into my eyes.
Then, it was as if everything was washed from my eyes and it was the clearest I had seen. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I saw her. She had unusual black muddy water running through her hair dripping from the ends. I cocked my head sideways and the hair moved along with the way i had turned. How odd, I thought to myself. Am I even myself now? What just happened?
I woke up after I don't even know how long after. I felt completely normal, which lead me to the thought of... Was I just imaginiing all of this?
On my way to school everything was normal. There was nothing really diffrent about me. I didn't feel diffrent, look diffrent, r even smell diffrent. I just felt like myself. Maybe I had just passed out in my baroom?I could have just fallen asleep or hell, maybeI had just fainted. I did take a sleeping pill the night before, maybe I should stop taking them. I have taken them for only about two weeks because I have sleeping issues.
"Hey Mom," I asked. She looked over at me.
"I need to talk to you after school. I would talk to you now but we're almost there and i don't think we would have enough time," I said.
"Alright. s everything fine? Did you have another bad feeling or something," she asked. I just looked at her.
"No, i just need to talk to you after school," I said and got out of the car. The wind was whipping at my cheeks. Oh, how I hate the fall. Everything feels so dead. The air isnt thick like in the summer, the ground is hard and cold. Its almost like hell freezing over.

Submitted: October 07, 2012

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Criss Sole

You are able to paint a picture with words very well. As I was reading I felt like I was there.

Sun, October 7th, 2012 6:09pm


thanks! I'll be putting more of the story up soon if you want to read more of it.

Tue, October 9th, 2012 7:07pm

Maddie Patrick

I liked this. This was a great picture you painted. There are some spaces that aren't there like you said "MaybeI" And stuff like that. And you spell knot wrong. But other than that it was GREAT. A great start to a impressive novel!

Tue, November 13th, 2012 3:57pm


thanks for the helpful criticism. I will definitely go back and revise and such.

Tue, November 13th, 2012 3:50pm

The story

Very descriptive and ike th other guy, I can picture it all in my mind

Mon, January 7th, 2013 6:33pm

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