Hello, lovely readers! 😉 Today, I wrote my second story for Loren’s Creative Worlds Writing Camp. You should go read some of the other girl’s entries, they are all amazing! 🙂 I used all three of the prompts Loren provided for this challenge. Here they are:
Here is my story:
A lonely ceramic girl sits on a crooked shelf, gazing across the messy, abandoned antique shop. She wears a faded cream dress, her soft golden locks framing her solemn face. On her head, there rests a tiny crown made of shining silver. She is a princess.
The girl is incredibly lonely, for the shop is a quiet, empty place. The only sounds in the creaky old building are the scurrying mice, pulling apart bits of an old wool coat to make nests for their young. There is only one thing in the old shop that is keeping the small girl from being completely alone. In the opposite corner of the room, there sits a faded pink teacup with a small crack in it.
Every night, as the clock strikes one, the teacup begins to tremble. A soft light spreads over the room as a miniature moon begins to rise, shining a bright light on the cup below. Just above the brim, tall pine trees and rolling hills become visible from where the girl sits. The tiny world stays all through the night, until the clock begins to chime five.
Then, the moon slowly sinks back into the cup, the hills and trees fading away until the next night. The girl wants more than anything to be inside of this land that appears for a few magical hours each night.
The next night, she watches the moon rise once again. The light from the moon casts an eerie shadow over the cup. Suddenly, something soars into the air, right over the side of the cup. It lands on the ground with a snort. The creature begins to move along the shelf, carefully stepping among the ceramic figures.
As it moves nearer and nearer, the girl’s tiny heart begins to thump faster. It’s very close now…as it steps into a beam of light, she sees what it is – a horse! A beautiful carousel horse, painted with a soft brown. She can see his saddle was once brightly colored, though now it is faded to a much softer color.
A pastel blue pole rises from his side, but it does not hinder his movement. He’s beautiful, the girl thinks. I wonder why he’s here. The horse comes to a sudden stop, his muzzle inches from her face. Slowly, he lets out a breath. A warm, tingly feeling spreads down her face, her arms, her legs. Wait.. feeling?
The horse leans down, his deep brown eyes sparkling. His mouth opens, and he begins to speak. “Lift your head, young princess. Don’t let your crown fall.” Slowly, she raises one arm, then the other. She turns her tiny head. A soft smile spreads over her face.
Rising to her feet, she wobbles once, then begins to spin, faster and faster across the warped wood of the shelf. Her thin dress swirls around her bare legs. Coming to a stop, she says the first words of her entire life.
The horse trots over to her. “Yes, you are, young one. Climb onto my back – we’re going for a ride.” An ecstatic giggle escapes her lips as she grips his pole in her hands. Clambering awkwardly onto his back, she lets out a breath. “What is your name?”
“My name is Saragon.”
She pats his soft head. “Oh! That’s a lovely name. My name is… it is.… I suppose I don’t have one.” Saragon looks at her small, worried face.
“The name Sarah mean princess. It seems fitting for you.” She gives him a wondering look, then tries it, testing the word on her tongue. “Sarah. Sa-rah.” She giggles again. “I have a name!”
Saragon tosses his head. “Now, we must go. The clock will soon strike five.” With that, the two take off, Saragon nimbly picking his way around the other figures as he makes his way back to the cup.
“Hold on, Sarah!” With a thrust of his powerful legs, he leaps up and over the side of the cup, landing softly on his feet on a large, quiet hill.
Sarah slips off of Saragon’s back, gazing around with wonder. The hill overlooks a whole forest, filled with rivers, lakes, and quaint little cottages.
She let out a small gasp and digs her toes into the grass, which is unbelievably soft and smells wonderful.
Saragon whinnies and nuzzles Sarah, and she sinks to the ground, wrapping her arms around him. “Oh, thank you, thank you, Saragon. I can never thank you enough for bringing me here.”
Saragon’s deep brown eyes sparkle again as he rests his muzzle against her shoulder. “I’m glad I brought you here too, young princess. Welcome to Dalziel.”
Personally, this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. 🙂
It’s not long now until Christmas! And only 4 days until my birthday. 😀 I’m rather excited right now…..
Have a great week!
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