Silence Is Worth 1000 Words

Chapter 4

Blue Fedoras

I wake up and look to my left expecting the clock to be there. Then I remember i'm not in my own house, i'm across the ocean in Denmark. I roll onto my back and start to memorize the lines in the ceiling. I sit up and get out of bed to look out the window. Its raining, I see a little girl run down the street into a bakery. I smile to myself and think, "Thats just what I need! A loaf of bread!"

I slide into my jeans and striped long top, pick up my jacket and boots and head out the door. I jump lightly down the stairs and begin to feel excited about my little adventure. As I open the door I am greeted by a friendly gust of wind who carries me out the door and seems to really want to get to know me. I am pushed along and barely notice the bakery as I am being swept away at the moment. I enter and bound up to the counter like a small child, I gaze at the bread I see and select a normal loaf with apricot jam. I head back to my little room and once inside I take the map out of my suitcase and plot where I will go next.

I look at the map, presently I am just south of Brande, which is where I need to be. Once I collect my thoughts I realize how close I am and my heart sinks a little. I was so excited to be a vagabond. I decided to stay a few more days in this town and read more of the journal.

June 16

"Dear Journal, I tire of days like today! I seem to have them quite often, it seems like I am dangers favorite person. Like earlier for instance, I stepped out of the shower right onto a fork! Of all things! It hurt journal it did. I ran out and cleaned of my foot in the sink. London came out eating a chicken wing and asked what happened to me! Sometimes I worry about this girl, leaving forks on the bathroom floor, and boxes of everything everywhere! Wish me luck journal, another interview today."

Channeling My Inner Artist

Chapter 3

The Castle Land

I quitely took my things from the overhead compartment and exited the plane. Now I was standing in line at the airports Starbucks, waiting for my vanilla bean frappuccino. As I sit down I take a sip and look up, a mysteriously attractive man stares at me. He gets up and walks to my table, a silent panic sets in and I nervously brush strands of hair away from my face.

"Rhonda!" He exclaims. I stop then and feel a little odd.

"Im very sorry but my name is not-", at this point I noticed a blank, passive look on his face. Then I turned around to see a woman standing behind me, staring at him like it was the first time she had seen the sky. They embraced and then left the shop. I quitely went back to sipping my coffee and once again removed the journal. Before I could read the rest of the passage someone tapped my shoulder. I looked behind me and a man I did not recognize was standing in my presence.

"Lucielle?" he asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"Follow me." he commanded. We stood up and as we walked he told me little fractions of what was happening. "I have your living arrangements all worked out. You'll be staying at the the Ambrose. On Wednesday you will wake up promptly at 6:21, and walk to the stone building down the road and ask for Monty. Goodbye Lucielle." He took a right and I hopped into the taxi that was sitting in front of me.

The road was winding around and all that was around me was a large expanse of grassy hills and they grey sky that hung above them. The taxi pulled around what would be the last bend into a small arrangement of houses and buildings. At the center was a brick church with a stained glass window and a large bell tower. I got out and walked to the Ambrose, I gave them the name, lucielle, and they checked me in. I think it may be important to disclose at this point that my name is not lucielle, but I had needed a place to stay and I did not need another embarrassing name mixup.

Suffering from jetlag, I fell onto the bed and instantly fell asleep, wondering how far I was from where I needed to be. Or if my hunch to take this place really meant something, maybe I would go and find this "Monty" person and figure out what Lucielle was supposed to be doing. Until then I would sleep and have the same dream over and over.

yellow sea

hellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
world.
how art
thou?
i'm good, i make mistakes, that rhymes with snakes,
if i could
go anywhere it would
be
to hannah's mansion in
Denver
thank you
5
is a
# of happiness,
if there is such a thing
Hey Tucker.
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farewell
i'm off to
kansas.

You Want It, You Got It.

Chapter 2

Walking Dead

"Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for take-off."

It was like I had forgotten how to breath, luckily I wasnt as bad as the woman sitting next to me. She had her hair pinned up in a neat bun, wearing sweats and a large t-shirt, she was breathing heavily, while her hands were clenched tightly around the armrests, and her feet planted firmly on the ground. I tried to ask her if she was alright, her responce was a distracted moaning noise and a panicked facial expression. I turned my attentions elsewhere.

The plane finally got off the ground and the women finally calmed down. Without a word she got up, looked annoyed and asked the flight attendant if she could change seats. It was then that I realized I had been holding onto her hand quite tightly. I felt releaved when she left and asked the flight attendant for a drink. I took a sip and opened the journal.

June 14,

Journal, it is times like these when I feel like no one is listening to me! I went today to my boss and said, "Mr. Randsom, I have worked here for 10 years and gotten no reward for it! I deserve a raise!" instead he told me to collect my things and that I was not to enter the building again. Journal, I had not asked to be fired! That was not my intention at all! Now here I am packing my things into boxes and preparing to move back in with London, after all I can not affored my own place and-

I fell asleep at this point and was awakened by the same dream. This time there was a slight change, instead of beetles, they were little hornets and they flew away while one came and stung me on the nose. Then the car, then a glimps of the driver, onto my awakening. Just in time to hear that we would be landing shortly. Here I was, across the ocean from my home, my family, everything I knew. Only to return a locket, hopefully this time I would find out the truth about it.

true love in the purest form

I wish I was cool like them. They are so beautiful and great. I am so loving this picture of them. They look like this whenever I talk. I think it means they love me. :)

I Think, I Need A Type Writer.

This is it. The breakthrough i've always been waiting for. I will be a writer of adventure, of love, of tyranny, of betrayal, and of mysterious dealings. It will be called, "Satirical Avenue"

Chapter 1

The begining

I woke with a start. The dream slowly came back to me and the dread set in as I realized, it was the same dream as the night before, slowly repeating itself. Humorlessly coming back to haunt me because only I knew what it meant.

It was time to go and I knew it. Before I could calm myself down I jumped out of bed and slid the suitcases out from under it. I ran to the wardrobe and collected only the things I was sure I would need, the basic clothes, my scarf, the journal that started it all, and the locket I would be returning. I threw it all in the suitcase, not knowing how long I would be gone. I took one last glance behind me, collected the cash box from behind the cabinet and ran out of the house.

There was a bus stop down the road, it only took a moment to get there. The next bus was going to be there at 5:30, it was five at the moment, just half an hour, that ment half an hour to think. I sat down on the bench and thought over the dream, fog everywhere but you could see the grass, then out of the fog a figure approaches and hands me a glass bottle filled with small buttons. The stranger leaves and the buttons change to four leaf clovers, to little blue stars, to a jar full of beetles. Upon seeing them I drop the jar, it shatters and the beetles scatter all over, then the car pulls up and I get in, look over at the driver and before seeing its face, I wake up.

I hear the sound of the breaks in the distance, wait for a moment, then the bus pulls up and I slide in handing the driver the correct change. I slip to a seat near the back and stare out the window not knowing the next time i'll see this bus stop or the neighborhood surrounding it. Time to forget the past, remember the dream, get to the airport and go wherever this plane ticket takes me.

And that! Is chapter one. Just kidding i'm not writing a story, but if you must have more, just say so! hahaha This was for Madeline and Abigail.

But Dont Forget Me!

Once upon a time, I was swimming with my little brother and older sister, while my oldest sister watched from the bleachers above us. As I was swimming along I was hit with a "wave" of inspiration! I swam up to the very edge of the pool jumped onto it and yelled up to my sister, "Madeline! I'm a beached whale!!!"

The End

Quote: "A platitude is simply a truth repeated till people get tired of hearing it." - Stanley Baldwin.

Mood: Happy As A Clam. Or A Whale.