Post by Babee-Dee on Jan 2, 2011 2:00:48 GMT -5
Now this is something for school. I mean I shall never share my real writing. THAT goes to the grave with me! (That is if I die, which I don't plan to) I was supposed to write a story based of a picture by a guy named Harris Burdick
Heres the picture
Heres the Story
Heres the picture
Heres the Story
Perry Weathers was a good girl to her parents. She did her homework and got good grades, so they never expected her to do anything bad. But on the Monday she got back from summer break to start her seventh school year, the kids were talking about a cursed book. Perry was interested so she eavesdropped on the conversation.
“I heard that every person who tried to read it disappears.”
“Really? I heard one woman was found in her basement completely encased in vines.”
The kids kept gossiping. Each story more horrifying then the next, but Perry was a smart girl. She walked closer to the group to join the conversation.
“Do you really believe that a book could do all that?” She said with disbelief.
“Well, what do you think it is?”
“I think it’s all made up stories.” She said with defiantly.
The kids looked at each other and seemed to make some silent agreement.
“Well, if you think its fake, why don’t you read the book yourself?”
She looked at the kids, trying to hide her fears. “I will then! And I will PROVE to you that it’s nothing!” She said with confidence.
“In that case, go look for the book called Vines of Larios. “
“I will! And I’ll even bring it to school!”
That day after school she stopped by the library to find the book.
“Sorry, we don’t have that book” the lady behind the desk said, “but you can try Mr. Linden’s llibrary. It’s a couple blocks down the street.”
“Thank you!” Perry smiled and walked off in search of this new library. When she go there, the place looked deserted.
“Hello?” She asked warily.
“What?” a hoarse voice replied. A man stepped out from behind piles of books. He was tall and had balding hair. His eyes looked like stones. “What do you need miss?”
“Umm.. Well I’m looking for a book called Vines of Larios. Do you carry it here?”
The man looked surprised. “That book? Are you sure that’s what your looking for?”
“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.”
He looked at her with wide eyes then turned around, he looked through piles of books and she heard a couple fall. He was mumbling something. She could make out “dare” and also the word “kids”.
“Here ya go dear. Now be careful. Don’t let that book out of your sight if it’s open. This book has a strange way of pulling the reader into the story too.”
She looked at him confused, but then nodded. “Alright, I’ll be careful.”
When she got home, she finished her homework then she opened the book.
It was a fantasy book about faeries in a land called Larios. After the first hour of reading the book, she noticed something strange. The words would wrap around and spin into vines that would try to pull her into the book, and immediately she would close it and they would disappear into a poof of smoke.
The next day she brought it to school, to prove to the kids she was alive and to show what the book does.
“No way, she actually did it?”
“I thought she would chicken out…”
All the mumbles she heard made her feel proud of her. She held her head up high and strutted to her seat. Almost immediately a herd of kids crowded her. She smiled and pulled the book out of her backpack. A gasp escaped the mouths of several kids.
“Want to know what this book can do?”
The tallest and most arrogant boy stood up. “You really think that book does something?”
“I KNOW it does something!”
She was mad. They didn’t believe her. So she opened the book and waited for the vines to appear again. She waited and waited until the teacher came in, telling the kids to go to their desks. She was heartbroken. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe nothing happened.
She heard the kids mumbling about her. No longer was it the things that made her felt brave, but things that made her feel like a liar. She hung her head and started on the assignment. As always, she finished before the class, and since she had nothing else to read, she pulled out the book. She began reading it and was once again taken to this new world of Larios where everything was magical and truly spectacular. She was in this world until a familiar scruple appeared in her mind. She looked around the class, then down at her hands. The vines appeared again and she couldn’t help but scream and slam the book closed.
“Ms. Weathers!” The teacher exclaimed. “What do you think you are doing?!”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Dolan! I don’t know what came over me. I won’t do it again.”
“Did you finish your work?” The teacher asked with a harsh tone in her voice.
“Yes,” Perry managed to squeak out.
“Then wait in the hall until I know what to do with you!”
Her face fell and she felt like crying. She walked into the hall, the lump her throat growing bigger. She leaned against the wall and slid down as a sob escaped her mouth. She refused to let the class know she was crying and her tears slid from her bronze eyes silently down her rosy cheeks.
Mrs. Dolan finally came out and saw that the young girl was crying. She knelt down besides her and talked gently.
“Dear, don’t cry. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but don’t do it again. Understand?”
Perry’s face lit up and the tears stopped. “Oh thank you Mrs. Dolan!”
That day after school she did her homework as she did every day. Nothing new, just math and reading. She opened her backpack and searched for the book. She pulled out the familiar green leather binding that held the book together and looked at it.
“You caused me a lot of trouble today, you know that?” She scolded the book, as if it would hear her.
She lied down on her bed in her pajamas, which consisted of flannel pants and a t-shirt she pulled out of her drawer. She opened the book, but his time it was different. She could smell the greenery of the world she could travel to through the book. It smelled like honey and fresh morning dew. She read the book, and she had about four chapters till the end. This time she was so enthralled in the book she didn’t notice the vines creeping up her arms.
She fell asleep while reading, which allowed the vines to slowly pull her through the book into the imaginary world. She woke up and tried to scream, but the vines had grip of her ivory black hair. It pulled her by her arms first, then her legs. The last thing that went through her mind was two things. First, was that the woman who had read the book before her resembled the main character who dies in the end of the book. The second was what the book keeper told her. He had warned her about what could happen. She just didn’t listen. And now, it was too late.
“I heard that every person who tried to read it disappears.”
“Really? I heard one woman was found in her basement completely encased in vines.”
The kids kept gossiping. Each story more horrifying then the next, but Perry was a smart girl. She walked closer to the group to join the conversation.
“Do you really believe that a book could do all that?” She said with disbelief.
“Well, what do you think it is?”
“I think it’s all made up stories.” She said with defiantly.
The kids looked at each other and seemed to make some silent agreement.
“Well, if you think its fake, why don’t you read the book yourself?”
She looked at the kids, trying to hide her fears. “I will then! And I will PROVE to you that it’s nothing!” She said with confidence.
“In that case, go look for the book called Vines of Larios. “
“I will! And I’ll even bring it to school!”
That day after school she stopped by the library to find the book.
“Sorry, we don’t have that book” the lady behind the desk said, “but you can try Mr. Linden’s llibrary. It’s a couple blocks down the street.”
“Thank you!” Perry smiled and walked off in search of this new library. When she go there, the place looked deserted.
“Hello?” She asked warily.
“What?” a hoarse voice replied. A man stepped out from behind piles of books. He was tall and had balding hair. His eyes looked like stones. “What do you need miss?”
“Umm.. Well I’m looking for a book called Vines of Larios. Do you carry it here?”
The man looked surprised. “That book? Are you sure that’s what your looking for?”
“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.”
He looked at her with wide eyes then turned around, he looked through piles of books and she heard a couple fall. He was mumbling something. She could make out “dare” and also the word “kids”.
“Here ya go dear. Now be careful. Don’t let that book out of your sight if it’s open. This book has a strange way of pulling the reader into the story too.”
She looked at him confused, but then nodded. “Alright, I’ll be careful.”
When she got home, she finished her homework then she opened the book.
It was a fantasy book about faeries in a land called Larios. After the first hour of reading the book, she noticed something strange. The words would wrap around and spin into vines that would try to pull her into the book, and immediately she would close it and they would disappear into a poof of smoke.
The next day she brought it to school, to prove to the kids she was alive and to show what the book does.
“No way, she actually did it?”
“I thought she would chicken out…”
All the mumbles she heard made her feel proud of her. She held her head up high and strutted to her seat. Almost immediately a herd of kids crowded her. She smiled and pulled the book out of her backpack. A gasp escaped the mouths of several kids.
“Want to know what this book can do?”
The tallest and most arrogant boy stood up. “You really think that book does something?”
“I KNOW it does something!”
She was mad. They didn’t believe her. So she opened the book and waited for the vines to appear again. She waited and waited until the teacher came in, telling the kids to go to their desks. She was heartbroken. Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe nothing happened.
She heard the kids mumbling about her. No longer was it the things that made her felt brave, but things that made her feel like a liar. She hung her head and started on the assignment. As always, she finished before the class, and since she had nothing else to read, she pulled out the book. She began reading it and was once again taken to this new world of Larios where everything was magical and truly spectacular. She was in this world until a familiar scruple appeared in her mind. She looked around the class, then down at her hands. The vines appeared again and she couldn’t help but scream and slam the book closed.
“Ms. Weathers!” The teacher exclaimed. “What do you think you are doing?!”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Dolan! I don’t know what came over me. I won’t do it again.”
“Did you finish your work?” The teacher asked with a harsh tone in her voice.
“Yes,” Perry managed to squeak out.
“Then wait in the hall until I know what to do with you!”
Her face fell and she felt like crying. She walked into the hall, the lump her throat growing bigger. She leaned against the wall and slid down as a sob escaped her mouth. She refused to let the class know she was crying and her tears slid from her bronze eyes silently down her rosy cheeks.
Mrs. Dolan finally came out and saw that the young girl was crying. She knelt down besides her and talked gently.
“Dear, don’t cry. I’ll let you off the hook this time, but don’t do it again. Understand?”
Perry’s face lit up and the tears stopped. “Oh thank you Mrs. Dolan!”
That day after school she did her homework as she did every day. Nothing new, just math and reading. She opened her backpack and searched for the book. She pulled out the familiar green leather binding that held the book together and looked at it.
“You caused me a lot of trouble today, you know that?” She scolded the book, as if it would hear her.
She lied down on her bed in her pajamas, which consisted of flannel pants and a t-shirt she pulled out of her drawer. She opened the book, but his time it was different. She could smell the greenery of the world she could travel to through the book. It smelled like honey and fresh morning dew. She read the book, and she had about four chapters till the end. This time she was so enthralled in the book she didn’t notice the vines creeping up her arms.
She fell asleep while reading, which allowed the vines to slowly pull her through the book into the imaginary world. She woke up and tried to scream, but the vines had grip of her ivory black hair. It pulled her by her arms first, then her legs. The last thing that went through her mind was two things. First, was that the woman who had read the book before her resembled the main character who dies in the end of the book. The second was what the book keeper told her. He had warned her about what could happen. She just didn’t listen. And now, it was too late.
