ooohhhkaaayyy...
hooray! i am proud to say that i have finished typing another fiction which i submitted already to the y!groups for the competition...
now then... do you want to read it? i guess not so, never mind...
don't say i didn't warn you, huh?
A Story of a ‘Happily-ever-after’
A woman, perhaps on her early thirties, sat beside the little girl’s bed and opened a book.
“Do you really want to hear this story one more time?” asked the older girl.
“Well, mom, if there isn’t something new that you know, we’ll have to make do for that,” replied the young girl.
“I know something,” she said, smiling, “lie down now and let’s start our story-telling. Once upon a time,” she began, “there was a good witch named Elizabeth Lang…”
* * *
Elizabeth Lang was an orphan and her parent’s best friend adopted her. She grew up to be always the second best. She certainly wasn’t the brightest in her year for it was always Kate, the real daughter of her adoptive parents, who later became her best friend. And while all of the witches in her year already know the magical abilities they are good at, Elizabeth didn’t. Every witch had their innate magical abilities, a professor had told them, and it was just a matter of time before they found out what it is. But time was Elizabeth’s greatest nemesis; she was graduating already with no magical ability to focus on.
She was more than grateful to Aunt Flora and Uncle George for raising her up but she just felt real empty deep within. She had no one to call hers and only hers and she had no one to tell these sentiments to.
One day, the Head Witch of the school Elizabeth was enrolled into called for her. The meeting was not only with the Head Witch but also with the whole Council of Elders; a group of old witches responsible for the decisions made in their region. The Council tasked Elizabeth to go to the southern part of the country to bring them news. But to get to the South, she must pass by a community of mortal inhabitants, so the Council gave her an invisibility hat and she flew that very night.
Every thing was going perfectly well once she was airborne. She enjoyed the view for up there. She was enjoying everything below her that she didn’t notice that she was about to collide with a flock of bird. She was knocked off her broom and fell down the place where she wasn’t supposed to be: the mortal community.
She was unconscious when a group of young girls found her lying by the sidewalk. One of the girls called for her parents and they brought the unconscious lady home. When the lady woke up, she didn’t remember anything, not even her own name. The family gave her a name, Frances, which meant “a free woman”.
She had been the little girl’s baby sitter…
* * *
“Mom, can’t you give names for those people and refrain from acknowledging them as young girl or unconscious lady or parents of the young girl,” said the child.
She smiled and said, “I was just getting into that, my dear Clarisse.”
* * *
Elizabeth, now known to the mortals as Frances, became Yvonne’s baby sitter every time her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Patrick and Michelle Bergeman, went away for their “work”. Yvonne had an older brother named Christopher who works for a major newspaper in the metropolis who comes home every weekend. Frances and Christopher didn’t like each other and their ideologies always crash. There was one time when Christopher yelled at Frances for no certain reason and almost threw a book at her.
Frances baked cookies for Yvonne and her friends when they stay over at their house. She watched over the little girls when they decided to sleep over unannounced. Frances had been known to the whole village and trusted by Mr. and Mrs. Bergeman. But still, she didn’t know who she was.
On an unexpected circumstance, Frances was able to “orb” a hammer and throw it at the escaping robber. She didn’t know how it worked at first but then, she was bound to know.
Back in the academy where she came from, the elder witches were following what was happening to her and they were glad when she was able to “orb” the hammer, they knew she was beginning to learn. It was all part of the plan. Something has to force Elizabeth’s abilities to come out.
It had been months since she left the school and still no memory of her real identity, Frances focused on improving this ‘magic’ she found. One day, Yvonne caught her orbing the broom and the rug. Yvonne asked Frances to teach her do magic. But Frances refused; she said she didn’t know how she does it either. Yvonne got mad at her and called her selfish. Yvonne ran off.
She had to call Yvonne’s brother and asked him to come home immediately. Christopher was furious when he got home and yelling all sort of stuff to Frances. She was crying but not saying a single word. The telephone orbed near her and dialed a number by itself. On hands-free mode, both Christopher and Frances were listening to the rings at the other line. Someone picked it up. Christopher picked the handset and talked. “Yvonne was safe, she decided to stay at their adviser’s house,” said Christopher, “how did you do that and how did you know who to call?”
She was still crying when she went to bed.
* * *
Clarisse fell asleep already, and her mom put the blanket on her, lit the lampshade, kissed her on the forehead and went out of the room. A young man was standing by the door pane, smiling, and said, “I was listening; it was a good story, care to finish it for me?”
She kissed him on the lips and nodded. They went to the living room and sat, the young man lay on the young woman’s lap as she continued telling the tale and he listened like a 7-year-old boy.
* * *
The next day, Frances was up early, waiting for Yvonne to come home. When she did, Frances told her that she’d teach her how to do it but she was not sure if that was a good idea. She asked Yvonne to keep a secret. That appeased the little girl.
For the next couple of days, Frances taught Yvonne to orb something. If you really want something badly, she told her, concentrate; if you believe in it, it’ll come to you; have faith. Every single day it was what she told her, but the results were out of bounds. Yvonne still wasn’t able to orb anything.
Alexis, Christopher’s female best friend, often dropped by to check on Frances and Yvonne. And every single time she dropped by, she never went home without insisting that they, Frances and Christopher, looked good together. Frances would immediately dismiss the thought and would tell her that maybe Alexis and Christopher were the ones made for each other.
Months had passed, and it was obvious that everyone in town liked Frances already except one, Christopher.
One evening, Alexis and Christopher were home and having little shots. Alexis brought up the topic once again. “You are not getting any younger, my friend”, she said. “What is your point, exactly,” he replied, “I am just 22.” “I know, but you have a stable job already, don’t you think it’s about time to settle down?”
It kept him thinking the whole night, settling down, but Christopher didn’t have a girlfriend because he was too busy with his job. Maybe Alexis was right, he thought, maybe it was time to settle down.
* * *
“Why are you grinning at me?” she said.
“I am not,” he replied, trying to conceal his smile, “It just sounds so familiar.”
She smirked, “It is.”
* * *
An owl was pecking at Frances’ window which woke her up the early morning. She opened the window and the bird hoot and got in. It dropped a letter on her lap; she read it and jumped off the bed.
She looked for Mr. and Mrs. Bergeman but she remembered that they were out of town so she headed for Yvonne’s room and woke the little girl up. “Yvonne,” she said, “where did you say you found me?” “At the sidewalk,” replied the half-awake girl. “I’m leaving,” she told the girl who immediately jumped off the bed. Why?, was the only word that Yvonne was able to say but Frances was out of earshot.
“Where are you going?,” asked Christopher who happened to pass by Frances’ bedroom and saw her packing. “I’m leaving, isn’t this what you wanted?,” she replied. “Do you remember everything now?,” he asked again. “I do,” Frances, who stopped shortly, replied.
When Christopher left Frances to carry on with her packing, he hoped that he would be glad, that he would feel happy and accomplished but instead he felt weird. He felt the urge to go back in that room where he left Frances packing and stop her and tell her that she couldn’t go anywhere. But he resisted. He thought that maybe it was not the right thing.
* * *
“You know,” her husband said, smiling, “I’ve seen this before. The same storyline, the same conflict and the same stupid guy.”
“You did?,” she replied, grinning at him, “I thought so.”
* * *
Frances or maybe Elizabeth now since she remembered everything again, went back to the Academy. The Head Witch received her warmly for it was months since she left.
She told her tale to the Head Witch who listened eagerly. She told her how she discovered her ability to orb objects she wanted and how her life went in that town. The Head Witch said that she did a good job and debriefed her. The Head Witch said that there was really no message for the Southern witches but her true mission was to discover herself, her abilities and make up her mind. She was told that her true destination was that mortal community.
Elizabeth went back to an empty dormitory. Perhaps, she thought, that all of her friends and batch mates were on the field already, working or training. She was left alone and thinking ‘Was this what she wanted? Did she really want this because she wanted this or just because her parents were and she needs to meet other people’s expectations?’ All night she thought about this. Every event in your life happens for a reason, a friend once told her. Then perhaps, being in that place was more than a mission but a quest to find herself and what she really is.
* * *
“It’s getting late,” she said, “Perhaps we should just continue this later.”
“Do go on, please, darling,” her husband said, “We have all night, I won’t go to office tomorrow if you wish.”
She smiled and went on.
* * *
A busy office, an endless phone ringing here and there, and piles of folders and papers. Christopher was an occupied man. He worked 8-5 or sometimes 25 hours a day and went home at weekends if there was still time left. He kept himself busy after Frances left but for some reason, he couldn’t seem to pull her off his mind. When he went home on weekends, it’s her scent he smelled down the corridor as if she never left. He tried to talk to Alex about this and all she said was, ‘My friend, you are in love.” Or maybe he just felt guilty, he thought. After all, Frances did nothing but do good to his family and he repaid her with ill feeling. Or was it really ill feeling?
That weekend, Christopher went home again. The same feeling when he passed by the room Frances’ had stayed for months. Yvonne waited at the living room and doing the same thing, practicing what Frances taught her. Christopher had no idea what Yvonne’s objective was but he watched his little sister as he stood at the foot of the stairs.
Yvonne kept on saying the word ‘lamp’, as if a genie would come out of it if she said it a million times, and waving her hand to the window. He was snickering as he watched his sister who, he thought, was a complete lunatic. But he accidentally dropped his pager which fell hard on the floor and in split seconds, a lamp was flying in front of him and hit the kitchen window. Ignoring the broken window, he looked at his sister, who stared back in amazement.
“How did you do that?,” he asked. But Yvonne only shrugged and ran off.
* * *
“You are interrupting the story again,” she said, “for what reason now?”
“Nothing, I wasn’t saying anything, I’m just looking at you,” he replied.
“Don’t,” she smiled, “let me finish first then we can sleep already, okay?”
* * *
“You missed her, too, don’t you?” Yvonne asked her brother.
Christopher looked at his sister and went back to finish his food.
“Why don’t you admit it?,” she said, “all she did was good and you liked her, too. You are being selfish. You don’t want yourself to be happy and you’re not making anyone happy either.”
“When did you learn to talk like that, Yvonne? Did you learn that from her?,” he replied.
“Why can’t you admit it, Chris, you like her. You wanted her.”
“Yvonne, you’re 14, you shouldn’t be putting your nose into something that doesn’t concern you.”
“I am 14, Chris, I’m not seven. And it is my business because, be it said that I am your younger sister and I can’t stand seeing you miserable like this!”
“Stop it, Yvonne.”
Yvonne stared at her brother and finally said, “She told me that if I wanted something so badly, I can have it as long as I believe that I can have it. She told me to believe and have faith. You should, too, Chris. Believe that you wanted something and can have it.”
Christopher watched Yvonne climb the stairs and when he believed she was out of earshot, he muttered, “I have faith but I don’t know where it lies. I am only being realistic and I know I can never have her.”
* * *
Elizabeth kicked off the ground, riding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak given by the Head Witch. She told the Head Witch that she was bound to be somewhere else. She said she realized that being a witch was not her dream but the people around her; she knew her parents were great and brave sorcerers but she also knew that they were ordinary parents who wanted nothing but their child’s happiness.
She still enjoyed the view from above but she was now cautious not to hit a flock of bird and fell unconscious on a neighborhood like before. She carefully dove as she saw her real destination.
She walked down the suburban sidewalk. It was dark already and perhaps everyone in the neighborhood was asleep. She stood in front of a gray house whose front door light was the only one lit. She hesitated. They might not be expecting her, she thought, after she left without notice, they probably hated her. But how would you know if you wouldn’t try, someone once told her. She took her chances and stood in the front step. She was about to knock when a man opened the door and smiled at her.
“It is true, then,” he said, “whatever you wished hard and believed that you will have, you will have for real.”
She smiled at him and nodded. Tears flowing down her cheeks, he grabbed her in the arm and kissed her on the lips.
* * *
“And so, they lived happily ever after, like every fairy tale written before our time,” she concluded.
He sat up and kissed her on the lips. “He kissed her like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, smiling, “I believe so, Chris.”
-THE END-
see? it sucks, right? i hate pressure sometimes... all kinds of pressure...
but anyway, what has been done has been done and we couldn't undo it...
cheers! ^.^
inowawaitforaugusteleventocomewhichwouldbethejudgementdayforthecompetitionbutwellwellipassedforthesakeofpassinganywaysocheers!
now then... do you want to read it? i guess not so, never mind...
don't say i didn't warn you, huh?
A Story of a ‘Happily-ever-after’
A woman, perhaps on her early thirties, sat beside the little girl’s bed and opened a book.
“Do you really want to hear this story one more time?” asked the older girl.
“Well, mom, if there isn’t something new that you know, we’ll have to make do for that,” replied the young girl.
“I know something,” she said, smiling, “lie down now and let’s start our story-telling. Once upon a time,” she began, “there was a good witch named Elizabeth Lang…”
* * *
Elizabeth Lang was an orphan and her parent’s best friend adopted her. She grew up to be always the second best. She certainly wasn’t the brightest in her year for it was always Kate, the real daughter of her adoptive parents, who later became her best friend. And while all of the witches in her year already know the magical abilities they are good at, Elizabeth didn’t. Every witch had their innate magical abilities, a professor had told them, and it was just a matter of time before they found out what it is. But time was Elizabeth’s greatest nemesis; she was graduating already with no magical ability to focus on.
She was more than grateful to Aunt Flora and Uncle George for raising her up but she just felt real empty deep within. She had no one to call hers and only hers and she had no one to tell these sentiments to.
One day, the Head Witch of the school Elizabeth was enrolled into called for her. The meeting was not only with the Head Witch but also with the whole Council of Elders; a group of old witches responsible for the decisions made in their region. The Council tasked Elizabeth to go to the southern part of the country to bring them news. But to get to the South, she must pass by a community of mortal inhabitants, so the Council gave her an invisibility hat and she flew that very night.
Every thing was going perfectly well once she was airborne. She enjoyed the view for up there. She was enjoying everything below her that she didn’t notice that she was about to collide with a flock of bird. She was knocked off her broom and fell down the place where she wasn’t supposed to be: the mortal community.
She was unconscious when a group of young girls found her lying by the sidewalk. One of the girls called for her parents and they brought the unconscious lady home. When the lady woke up, she didn’t remember anything, not even her own name. The family gave her a name, Frances, which meant “a free woman”.
She had been the little girl’s baby sitter…
* * *
“Mom, can’t you give names for those people and refrain from acknowledging them as young girl or unconscious lady or parents of the young girl,” said the child.
She smiled and said, “I was just getting into that, my dear Clarisse.”
* * *
Elizabeth, now known to the mortals as Frances, became Yvonne’s baby sitter every time her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Patrick and Michelle Bergeman, went away for their “work”. Yvonne had an older brother named Christopher who works for a major newspaper in the metropolis who comes home every weekend. Frances and Christopher didn’t like each other and their ideologies always crash. There was one time when Christopher yelled at Frances for no certain reason and almost threw a book at her.
Frances baked cookies for Yvonne and her friends when they stay over at their house. She watched over the little girls when they decided to sleep over unannounced. Frances had been known to the whole village and trusted by Mr. and Mrs. Bergeman. But still, she didn’t know who she was.
On an unexpected circumstance, Frances was able to “orb” a hammer and throw it at the escaping robber. She didn’t know how it worked at first but then, she was bound to know.
Back in the academy where she came from, the elder witches were following what was happening to her and they were glad when she was able to “orb” the hammer, they knew she was beginning to learn. It was all part of the plan. Something has to force Elizabeth’s abilities to come out.
It had been months since she left the school and still no memory of her real identity, Frances focused on improving this ‘magic’ she found. One day, Yvonne caught her orbing the broom and the rug. Yvonne asked Frances to teach her do magic. But Frances refused; she said she didn’t know how she does it either. Yvonne got mad at her and called her selfish. Yvonne ran off.
She had to call Yvonne’s brother and asked him to come home immediately. Christopher was furious when he got home and yelling all sort of stuff to Frances. She was crying but not saying a single word. The telephone orbed near her and dialed a number by itself. On hands-free mode, both Christopher and Frances were listening to the rings at the other line. Someone picked it up. Christopher picked the handset and talked. “Yvonne was safe, she decided to stay at their adviser’s house,” said Christopher, “how did you do that and how did you know who to call?”
She was still crying when she went to bed.
* * *
Clarisse fell asleep already, and her mom put the blanket on her, lit the lampshade, kissed her on the forehead and went out of the room. A young man was standing by the door pane, smiling, and said, “I was listening; it was a good story, care to finish it for me?”
She kissed him on the lips and nodded. They went to the living room and sat, the young man lay on the young woman’s lap as she continued telling the tale and he listened like a 7-year-old boy.
* * *
The next day, Frances was up early, waiting for Yvonne to come home. When she did, Frances told her that she’d teach her how to do it but she was not sure if that was a good idea. She asked Yvonne to keep a secret. That appeased the little girl.
For the next couple of days, Frances taught Yvonne to orb something. If you really want something badly, she told her, concentrate; if you believe in it, it’ll come to you; have faith. Every single day it was what she told her, but the results were out of bounds. Yvonne still wasn’t able to orb anything.
Alexis, Christopher’s female best friend, often dropped by to check on Frances and Yvonne. And every single time she dropped by, she never went home without insisting that they, Frances and Christopher, looked good together. Frances would immediately dismiss the thought and would tell her that maybe Alexis and Christopher were the ones made for each other.
Months had passed, and it was obvious that everyone in town liked Frances already except one, Christopher.
One evening, Alexis and Christopher were home and having little shots. Alexis brought up the topic once again. “You are not getting any younger, my friend”, she said. “What is your point, exactly,” he replied, “I am just 22.” “I know, but you have a stable job already, don’t you think it’s about time to settle down?”
It kept him thinking the whole night, settling down, but Christopher didn’t have a girlfriend because he was too busy with his job. Maybe Alexis was right, he thought, maybe it was time to settle down.
* * *
“Why are you grinning at me?” she said.
“I am not,” he replied, trying to conceal his smile, “It just sounds so familiar.”
She smirked, “It is.”
* * *
An owl was pecking at Frances’ window which woke her up the early morning. She opened the window and the bird hoot and got in. It dropped a letter on her lap; she read it and jumped off the bed.
She looked for Mr. and Mrs. Bergeman but she remembered that they were out of town so she headed for Yvonne’s room and woke the little girl up. “Yvonne,” she said, “where did you say you found me?” “At the sidewalk,” replied the half-awake girl. “I’m leaving,” she told the girl who immediately jumped off the bed. Why?, was the only word that Yvonne was able to say but Frances was out of earshot.
“Where are you going?,” asked Christopher who happened to pass by Frances’ bedroom and saw her packing. “I’m leaving, isn’t this what you wanted?,” she replied. “Do you remember everything now?,” he asked again. “I do,” Frances, who stopped shortly, replied.
When Christopher left Frances to carry on with her packing, he hoped that he would be glad, that he would feel happy and accomplished but instead he felt weird. He felt the urge to go back in that room where he left Frances packing and stop her and tell her that she couldn’t go anywhere. But he resisted. He thought that maybe it was not the right thing.
* * *
“You know,” her husband said, smiling, “I’ve seen this before. The same storyline, the same conflict and the same stupid guy.”
“You did?,” she replied, grinning at him, “I thought so.”
* * *
Frances or maybe Elizabeth now since she remembered everything again, went back to the Academy. The Head Witch received her warmly for it was months since she left.
She told her tale to the Head Witch who listened eagerly. She told her how she discovered her ability to orb objects she wanted and how her life went in that town. The Head Witch said that she did a good job and debriefed her. The Head Witch said that there was really no message for the Southern witches but her true mission was to discover herself, her abilities and make up her mind. She was told that her true destination was that mortal community.
Elizabeth went back to an empty dormitory. Perhaps, she thought, that all of her friends and batch mates were on the field already, working or training. She was left alone and thinking ‘Was this what she wanted? Did she really want this because she wanted this or just because her parents were and she needs to meet other people’s expectations?’ All night she thought about this. Every event in your life happens for a reason, a friend once told her. Then perhaps, being in that place was more than a mission but a quest to find herself and what she really is.
* * *
“It’s getting late,” she said, “Perhaps we should just continue this later.”
“Do go on, please, darling,” her husband said, “We have all night, I won’t go to office tomorrow if you wish.”
She smiled and went on.
* * *
A busy office, an endless phone ringing here and there, and piles of folders and papers. Christopher was an occupied man. He worked 8-5 or sometimes 25 hours a day and went home at weekends if there was still time left. He kept himself busy after Frances left but for some reason, he couldn’t seem to pull her off his mind. When he went home on weekends, it’s her scent he smelled down the corridor as if she never left. He tried to talk to Alex about this and all she said was, ‘My friend, you are in love.” Or maybe he just felt guilty, he thought. After all, Frances did nothing but do good to his family and he repaid her with ill feeling. Or was it really ill feeling?
That weekend, Christopher went home again. The same feeling when he passed by the room Frances’ had stayed for months. Yvonne waited at the living room and doing the same thing, practicing what Frances taught her. Christopher had no idea what Yvonne’s objective was but he watched his little sister as he stood at the foot of the stairs.
Yvonne kept on saying the word ‘lamp’, as if a genie would come out of it if she said it a million times, and waving her hand to the window. He was snickering as he watched his sister who, he thought, was a complete lunatic. But he accidentally dropped his pager which fell hard on the floor and in split seconds, a lamp was flying in front of him and hit the kitchen window. Ignoring the broken window, he looked at his sister, who stared back in amazement.
“How did you do that?,” he asked. But Yvonne only shrugged and ran off.
* * *
“You are interrupting the story again,” she said, “for what reason now?”
“Nothing, I wasn’t saying anything, I’m just looking at you,” he replied.
“Don’t,” she smiled, “let me finish first then we can sleep already, okay?”
* * *
“You missed her, too, don’t you?” Yvonne asked her brother.
Christopher looked at his sister and went back to finish his food.
“Why don’t you admit it?,” she said, “all she did was good and you liked her, too. You are being selfish. You don’t want yourself to be happy and you’re not making anyone happy either.”
“When did you learn to talk like that, Yvonne? Did you learn that from her?,” he replied.
“Why can’t you admit it, Chris, you like her. You wanted her.”
“Yvonne, you’re 14, you shouldn’t be putting your nose into something that doesn’t concern you.”
“I am 14, Chris, I’m not seven. And it is my business because, be it said that I am your younger sister and I can’t stand seeing you miserable like this!”
“Stop it, Yvonne.”
Yvonne stared at her brother and finally said, “She told me that if I wanted something so badly, I can have it as long as I believe that I can have it. She told me to believe and have faith. You should, too, Chris. Believe that you wanted something and can have it.”
Christopher watched Yvonne climb the stairs and when he believed she was out of earshot, he muttered, “I have faith but I don’t know where it lies. I am only being realistic and I know I can never have her.”
* * *
Elizabeth kicked off the ground, riding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak given by the Head Witch. She told the Head Witch that she was bound to be somewhere else. She said she realized that being a witch was not her dream but the people around her; she knew her parents were great and brave sorcerers but she also knew that they were ordinary parents who wanted nothing but their child’s happiness.
She still enjoyed the view from above but she was now cautious not to hit a flock of bird and fell unconscious on a neighborhood like before. She carefully dove as she saw her real destination.
She walked down the suburban sidewalk. It was dark already and perhaps everyone in the neighborhood was asleep. She stood in front of a gray house whose front door light was the only one lit. She hesitated. They might not be expecting her, she thought, after she left without notice, they probably hated her. But how would you know if you wouldn’t try, someone once told her. She took her chances and stood in the front step. She was about to knock when a man opened the door and smiled at her.
“It is true, then,” he said, “whatever you wished hard and believed that you will have, you will have for real.”
She smiled at him and nodded. Tears flowing down her cheeks, he grabbed her in the arm and kissed her on the lips.
* * *
“And so, they lived happily ever after, like every fairy tale written before our time,” she concluded.
He sat up and kissed her on the lips. “He kissed her like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, smiling, “I believe so, Chris.”
-THE END-
see? it sucks, right? i hate pressure sometimes... all kinds of pressure...
but anyway, what has been done has been done and we couldn't undo it...
cheers! ^.^
inowawaitforaugusteleventocomewhichwouldbethejudgementdayforthecompetitionbutwellwellipassedforthesakeofpassinganywaysocheers!