Once Upon a Long Ago

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Once Upon a Long Ago; Alice's tale
Topic Started: Jan 20 2008, 07:30 AM (95 Views)
LuneFleur	Jan 20 2008, 07:30 AM Post #1
Dreamer Posts: 53 Group: Global Moderators Member #4 Joined: Jan 18, 2008	TEASER Once upon a long ago Children searched for treasure Nature's plan went hand in hand With pleasure Such pleasure. (Paul McCartney's Once Upon a Long Ago) From there the World seemed infinite. The setting sun tinted everything with orange and gold, and on the other side of the bay, Manhattan looked like a picture in scepia tones. She watched the almost non-existent waves, predicting their intervals, the discreet comming and going provoked by the calm breeze. That water was part of an ocean, an ocean she sometimes wished she could cross back and forth with the blink of eye. The Old World was still a part of her, and that was one of the times in which she believed that crawling back to her origins would perhaps bring the sense she was missing from her life. CHAPTER 1 COMING SOON Alice's origins story will be very different from the old version. Edited by LuneFleur**, Jan 22 2008, 03:59 AM.



HeroesFangirl	Jan 20 2008, 07:31 AM Post #2
You can't always get what you want..... Posts: 65 Group: Members Member #6 Joined: Jan 18, 2008	looking forward to it. good so far.



LuneFleur	Jan 21 2008, 07:35 AM Post #3
Dreamer Posts: 53 Group: Global Moderators Member #4 Joined: Jan 18, 2008	CHAPTER 1 (a short one) From Alice's Journal: Monday, May 22nd, 2006 I had an interesting dream this night. I was 9 years old, back at the beach in Croatia, holding the treasure map my father used to draw. I loved this Easter game, my dad used to spend days planning it, finding reference points, planting clues. I remember feeling like a pirate princess in search of great adventure and an even greater prize. The much anticipated treasure was usually a chocolate egg, a handful of coins (enough to buy more candy) and a new doll. In this dream, the map was written in a different language, an invented alphabet working as a code of some sorts. I believe the game was indeed like that, and the clues I had to find contained hints on how to crack the code. But this time I needed no clue, I just could read it. Almost at once. Was it like this that I first discovered my ability? I think it was. I was young, so it's all a little fuzzy. Part of me feels like I have always known I had it, but I know it's not true. I must have indeed found out when I was about 9. After I cracked the code, something strange happened. That's when the dream gets crazy. The sands of the beach streched, the bright blue Mediterranean Sea disappeared, and I was surrounded by dunes. I looked straight to the horizon, facing the morning sun, and I saw the tall, thin shape of someone who wasn't really a boy anymore but was also still in the path of becoming a man. I loved this boy/man of my dream with all the urgency of a 9 year-old child's infatuation. I longed to cross the expanding desert to get close to him, but then I woke up. It was him. The man I would meet briefly so many years later. The man who had nothing to do with my happy childhood in Croatia, but with whom I feel such a powerful bond that my memories now play tricks on me and create him many homes in places he doesn't belong. I have no idea what he looked like at 17, but in my dream he was the prince of that desert, of the treasure, of everything. He was my bethroded and I would make him my king. Edited by LuneFleur, Jan 21 2008, 11:14 AM.



LuneFleur	Jan 22 2008, 04:08 AM Post #4
Dreamer Posts: 53 Group: Global Moderators Member #4 Joined: Jan 18, 2008	CHAPTER 2 Pula, Croatia, 1998 "You will be alright, my dear." "We will take care of you, Alice darling." "My condolences." "Don't worry, you won't be alone." "I know it hurts now, but they will always watch over you." Empty lines. She had known for many years that she had an ability that allowed her to see patterns and logic even into what seemed most random and chaotic. But at that moment, the world was upside down, she was spinning inside a caleidoscope of sorrow; and nothing, absolutely nothing made sense. Alice had just turned 17, and she had never been to a funeral. It wasn't fair that her first had to be her own parents'. How could she live, how could she breath knowing that they wouldn't be there anymore? Why couldn't she just wake up and find out it was all a bad dream? Her throat ached. If she would just cry. But something inside her wanted to trap the pain in her, keep it from being washed away in tears. No, it was too soon to let go, she'd rather consume herself and shut down whatever happened around her. No tears. Tears were a communication with the world. She hated the world. She didn't want anything with it. It had taken her parents away from her, and now the only part that was left of them was inside her. She'd cling to that. Nothing else mattered except her memories of her mom and dad. "Alice, sweety, do you want me to take you home?" Who was that woman? An aunt or something. She never had much contact with most of the family, they had lived the three of them by the beach, rarely disturbed by realtives. "No." She answered, with great effort. "You are not well, you can't go alone." The cottage where she lived was just up the hill. Of course she could go alone. Alice didn't bother answering, she just started walking to the opposite direction, towards the rocks and the lighthouse. She loved to watch the sea from the spot. The sea was the only thing about the world that wasn't her enemy right now. No, the sea gave her an idea of infinite, like she could only believe in heaven if the horizon in front of her eyes appeared to have no end. Years later, she would look over a seemingly unending sea of sand dunes and remember that feeling, in which peace, sorrow, love, pain, death and the promise of an immortal afterlife merged in a single state of spiritm, somewhere between melancholy and transcendence.



OminousShadow87	Nov 26 2008, 11:08 PM Post #5
Beginner Posts: 62 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Jan 20, 2008	Very deep. I loved the thing about her not crying because it would be "communication with the world." Good stuff. Edited by OminousShadow87, Dec 13 2008, 06:19 PM.



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