My realistic fiction assignment from school.
Mar 16, 2014 18:01:15 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 18:01:15 GMT -6
Ok, this is what I wrote in a realistic fiction assignment from school that is so cool I wanted to share it with you.
Finding Jasmine
It was June, and the blazing sun was taking over the sky with its unforgiving rays. All across the community, people were in their homes. This was the exception of Redwood Cottage, a humble building shrouded by the woods behind it.
In a musty room on the second floor, Twelve-year-old Simone Megiergia lay on her bed, eyes wide open. A second ago, she had just woken up from a nightmare. In a flash, Simone remembered that her eight-year-old cousin, Jasmine, was visiting. Her hand fell on an empty pillow. Where was Jasmine? She sat up, brushed her coffee-colored hair away from her face, and slid her numb toes into a plush slipper. Rubbing the sleep away from her hazel eyes, Simone stumbled toward the door of her room, twisting the knob and edging the door open ever so slowly,aware of how light her mom slept.
Fortunately, the house was fairly new, so the floorboards kept silent as the soles of Simone’s slippers rested their burden on them. As quiet as a mouse, she lowered herself down the cold, metallic stairs. With the lack of light, she could just make out the dreary furniture ahead. A rustle sounded in the kitchen. Simone whipped her head in that direction but, to her confusion, there was nothing. Out of nowhere, something furry rubbed against her ankle and what sounded like a deep rumble floated up to her ears.
Simone gingerly picked up the cat, stroking its gray and white pelt, her fingertips tinged with frostbite. The cat raised its head and let out a feeble mew, attempting to wriggle out of Simone’s grasp.
“Hush, Cumulus.” Simone cooed, and let the tomcat on the floor, watching as he scrambled away, then continued her search for Jasmine.
After a few minutes, Simone had searched high and low for her cousin, risking a look in the most unexpected of places. But however hard she tried, she could not find Jasmine. Which meant there was only one area left: the woods.
* * * * * * *
After Simone had finished putting on her jacket, she opened the back door, breaking out in shivers as the midnight breeze engulfed her. She peered past her shoulder, and saw Cumulus trotting after her like a duckling after their mother. She proceeded toward the woods, and soon the looming trees covered the night above her with their thin branches. Every inch of the forest was alive with rustles, hoots, and a howl, which luckily came from far away. Cumulus, who was used to the woods, had run ahead, and was waiting for her to catch up.
Simone winced as a low branch lashed at her face and brittle brambles dug into her legs. The woods were none too friendly, for she had never gone in before and made a path through them. All she could do was wade into the tangle of thorns and branches around her, and brace their painful hostility. Whenever Simone felt like giving up, the thought of Jasmine, alone, had flashed in her mind, and she knew she would never give up. Exhausted, Simone knelt on the ground.
An ominous growl sounded behind her. Simone looked around to see Cumulous crouching behind her, ears flattened and hackles raised, his spine in an arch with a pair of glowing yellow eyes burning holes in the ebony wallpaper in front of her. Suddenly, in the midst of all the darkness, something shook, and a streak of silver was caught in a sliver of light. Simone took a step back, suddenly aware of the commotion around her. Cumulous was pacing around her now, hissing at whatever was in the bushes.
A jet black nose appeared, them a russet muzzle ticked with grey. Lashing its silver tail, the creature stared at her with indifferent eyes. The wolf stepped forward, followed by many more of its kind. Simone realized something:
They were surrounded.
* * * * * * *
Simone dove under the shelter of a large tree, bumping into a person, With amazement she glanced at the face she recognized, the face of her cousin Jasmine. “Jasmine!” she cried in ecstasy. Relief washed over her, and she enveloped Jasmine in a bear hug.
Jasmine returned the offer. “I’m happy to see you too.” As she looked up into her cousin’s caring eyes, she asked, ”But Simone, how are we going to get out?”
The notion hit Simone like a train, almost knocking her off her feet. Why hadn’t she thought of that before she set out? She glanced at the wolves outside, with Cumulous keeping them at bay with a medley of hissing, lunging, and charging. But she knew he couldn’t hold out forever, sooner or later he would tire. Simone stroked her cousin’s hair, and said, “Well, the trail ends here.”
* * * * * *
That night, when Mrs. M went to check on Simone, she rushed back screaming to her husband, saying that both her brother’s and their daughters and were gone. Mr. M rushed downstairs in his pajamas, only to find a battered gray-and-white cat, plopped on a sofa, staining it red.
Mr. and Mrs. M called the police, and after an intent investigation, only reported that they found trace of neither child. All the while, Cumulous sat on the stained sofa cushion, licking his wounds. He must have been thinking of how to show them the outcome of the two children.
The police did tell the truth about finding no trace of either child, but what they didn’t mention is the glimpse of two ghostly pale girls, one eight and one twelve, walking through the hostile woods, disappearing the shadows
(How did I come up with the last name? Just some random tapping of the keyboard XD)
Finding Jasmine
It was June, and the blazing sun was taking over the sky with its unforgiving rays. All across the community, people were in their homes. This was the exception of Redwood Cottage, a humble building shrouded by the woods behind it.
In a musty room on the second floor, Twelve-year-old Simone Megiergia lay on her bed, eyes wide open. A second ago, she had just woken up from a nightmare. In a flash, Simone remembered that her eight-year-old cousin, Jasmine, was visiting. Her hand fell on an empty pillow. Where was Jasmine? She sat up, brushed her coffee-colored hair away from her face, and slid her numb toes into a plush slipper. Rubbing the sleep away from her hazel eyes, Simone stumbled toward the door of her room, twisting the knob and edging the door open ever so slowly,aware of how light her mom slept.
Fortunately, the house was fairly new, so the floorboards kept silent as the soles of Simone’s slippers rested their burden on them. As quiet as a mouse, she lowered herself down the cold, metallic stairs. With the lack of light, she could just make out the dreary furniture ahead. A rustle sounded in the kitchen. Simone whipped her head in that direction but, to her confusion, there was nothing. Out of nowhere, something furry rubbed against her ankle and what sounded like a deep rumble floated up to her ears.
Simone gingerly picked up the cat, stroking its gray and white pelt, her fingertips tinged with frostbite. The cat raised its head and let out a feeble mew, attempting to wriggle out of Simone’s grasp.
“Hush, Cumulus.” Simone cooed, and let the tomcat on the floor, watching as he scrambled away, then continued her search for Jasmine.
After a few minutes, Simone had searched high and low for her cousin, risking a look in the most unexpected of places. But however hard she tried, she could not find Jasmine. Which meant there was only one area left: the woods.
* * * * * * *
After Simone had finished putting on her jacket, she opened the back door, breaking out in shivers as the midnight breeze engulfed her. She peered past her shoulder, and saw Cumulus trotting after her like a duckling after their mother. She proceeded toward the woods, and soon the looming trees covered the night above her with their thin branches. Every inch of the forest was alive with rustles, hoots, and a howl, which luckily came from far away. Cumulus, who was used to the woods, had run ahead, and was waiting for her to catch up.
Simone winced as a low branch lashed at her face and brittle brambles dug into her legs. The woods were none too friendly, for she had never gone in before and made a path through them. All she could do was wade into the tangle of thorns and branches around her, and brace their painful hostility. Whenever Simone felt like giving up, the thought of Jasmine, alone, had flashed in her mind, and she knew she would never give up. Exhausted, Simone knelt on the ground.
An ominous growl sounded behind her. Simone looked around to see Cumulous crouching behind her, ears flattened and hackles raised, his spine in an arch with a pair of glowing yellow eyes burning holes in the ebony wallpaper in front of her. Suddenly, in the midst of all the darkness, something shook, and a streak of silver was caught in a sliver of light. Simone took a step back, suddenly aware of the commotion around her. Cumulous was pacing around her now, hissing at whatever was in the bushes.
A jet black nose appeared, them a russet muzzle ticked with grey. Lashing its silver tail, the creature stared at her with indifferent eyes. The wolf stepped forward, followed by many more of its kind. Simone realized something:
They were surrounded.
* * * * * * *
Simone dove under the shelter of a large tree, bumping into a person, With amazement she glanced at the face she recognized, the face of her cousin Jasmine. “Jasmine!” she cried in ecstasy. Relief washed over her, and she enveloped Jasmine in a bear hug.
Jasmine returned the offer. “I’m happy to see you too.” As she looked up into her cousin’s caring eyes, she asked, ”But Simone, how are we going to get out?”
The notion hit Simone like a train, almost knocking her off her feet. Why hadn’t she thought of that before she set out? She glanced at the wolves outside, with Cumulous keeping them at bay with a medley of hissing, lunging, and charging. But she knew he couldn’t hold out forever, sooner or later he would tire. Simone stroked her cousin’s hair, and said, “Well, the trail ends here.”
* * * * * *
That night, when Mrs. M went to check on Simone, she rushed back screaming to her husband, saying that both her brother’s and their daughters and were gone. Mr. M rushed downstairs in his pajamas, only to find a battered gray-and-white cat, plopped on a sofa, staining it red.
Mr. and Mrs. M called the police, and after an intent investigation, only reported that they found trace of neither child. All the while, Cumulous sat on the stained sofa cushion, licking his wounds. He must have been thinking of how to show them the outcome of the two children.
The police did tell the truth about finding no trace of either child, but what they didn’t mention is the glimpse of two ghostly pale girls, one eight and one twelve, walking through the hostile woods, disappearing the shadows
(How did I come up with the last name? Just some random tapping of the keyboard XD)
