Friday, September 26, 2008

A Perfectly Collective Day

Just had a lot of fun with this one. Tons of different twists...


Don't forget to read Joanee's blog, An Open Book, for more great fiction!

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The strains of music trickled through Mariya's bedroom window.

Window. Open.

The thought sparked her awake and she sat bolt upright. Morning's warm breath slipped through the crack...a large hole in the center of the glass. Her gasp was delayed by a half-squeak as she swung her feet off of the opposite end, away from the glittering sharpness.

Her first step was doomed as the inevitable prick followed. Frustration marred her new day, the result of this unnecessary annoyance. She hobbled to the bathroom, wary of the glittering shards that littered the floor.

If she were a tad more awake, perhaps she would've noticed the ratio of glass to the hole in her window was very much overdone. However, her only concern focused on her now bleeding foot, as she dangled it in the tub, rinsing with water.

Rose-tinted water trickled down the drain as the chunk of glass was swiped up with a piece of toilet paper. The offensive bit was quickly disposed of and the remainder of her morning time was spent bandaging sponging the cut.

Well, sponging at least. Mariya finally opted to wash her face in hopes of truly shocking herself awake. Her thoughts circled around calling the police and then her landlord. They'd both ask questions she was barely coherent enough to answer.

Her fingers absently feathered over the cut and she froze. It took another moment, before her jaw dropped.

The cut was gone.

In place of the angry red slash, was now a reflective, silvery sort of tattoo.

I am dreaming.

Silver stars swam before her eyes and Mariya saw the ceramic floor rushing to greet her.

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"Princess! Princess!"

Shawn's frantic pleading slipped into the ears of Princes Mariya.

"We cannot afford to lose her again, man! Do something!" The advisor demanded.

The fairy prince scowled. "The healers are doing all they can, Shawn, please....check the troops or something. My sister will not die...but when she wakes, I fear we will be in for battle."

A shade of pale gray-puple tinged Shawn's elfin forehead. "Sire?"

"A battle, Shawn." The prince said loftily, he yawned. "Surely you know the only reason my sister would go undercover in the human world is only to unearth the traitor that betrayed us to them."

"Traitor?" Shawn licked his lips. "Sire, perhaps you are jumping to conclusions...too soon?"

Piercing green eyes sliced through him. "I beg your pardon, advisor? Kindly remove your presence from mine!"

Princess Mariya stirred and her violet eyelids blinked open. "Brother?" She whispered hoarsely. The dimensional journey had taxed more than merely her physical and emotional body.

"Sister!" The prince rushed to kneel at her side, taking her hand in his. The silver tattoos on the backs of their hands, glowed in sync, the mindlink replacing the need to verbalize thoughts.

A gasp escaped and he drew back, breaking the link, his hand going to his sword. "Surely this cannot be!" The words burst from his lips.

Pain etched across his beloved sister's face. "ach...but it is. I saw it and you saw what I saw, brother. There is no choice."

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"That's it?" Andrea bounced off her BFF's new bed. "Ugh...Sarah! You can't leave it like that, you just can't! How am I supposed to know what happens next?"

Sarah perked a brow, perfectly groomed and arched to perfection. "Excuse you, Ands..." She reached over and snatched the papers back. "You're the one that keeps asking for more, good grief, I've tried to end it five times already!"

"But the fairy prince..." Andrea whined. Her sixteen-year old voice didn't do the whine justice as she flopped across the fluffy bedspread. "Here...you know it'll make the perfect project for creative writing, why don't you just...spiff it up and finish it for that?"

"You just have a crush on the fairy prince." Sarah snickered into her keyboard.

"I do not!" Andrea sputtered...her cheeks flared red. "You're a good writer! This is a gift! Don't throw it away!"

"I'm throwing away a gift...because I'm working on my science project instead of writing the end to a story you don't want me to end?" The eyebrow went up again.

"Sarah!" Andrea drew out the syllables as long as she could. "Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome." Sarah mumbled, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Some of us actually have to work to get good grades you know."

"Uh...huh..." Andrea sniffed. "How 'bout a hint?"

"A hint?" Sarah paused in mid-type. "Excuse you?"

"Just a tiny one..." Andrea grinned. "You know...something nice and tiny..."

"Like a tidbit?" Sarah sighed.

"Yeah! Tidbits are good!"

"A nice juicy one you can spread all over school before Monday morning, so the whole student body knows just exactly what's going to happen next in this very first opportunity of being published in the school newspaper through a serial."

"Huh-wha?" Andrea tossed a pillow in the general direction of the steady clicking keyboard.

It was promptly returned with a soft whack to her head. "Andy...I'm not telling."

"I'm your best friend!"

"And because I'm you're best friend, I'm not telling you. I don't want you to have to carry that burden until Monday when Mr. Marson approves this next installment."

"But Sarah!"

"But Andrea!" Sarah smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, if you really wanna know what happens..."

"Yes?"

"You could always help me with my science project...we're allowed to get help from friends and family."

Andrea scowled. "Thanks a lot...no way! I've done enough science stuff to last me a lifetime. How bout snacks? I'll go make some snacks...that's a good idea."

"Bye Andrea!" Sarah smothered a laugh as her friend hurried from the room. The laugh faded as her gaze rested on the tiny snowglobe above her monitor. The sparkles flickered and danced, before the miniature figure stepped through the glass.

"Sarah?"

"Your highness...."

Copyright 2008 Sara Harricharan

6 comments:

Blessed One said...

Your stories are always intriguing and I thoroughly enjoy them. Blessings!

Yvonne said...

Sara...wow! I got caught up in the story, when you switched to the girls' conversation. I laughed because my daughter would tell stories to her friends that came to her slumber parties.

The Surrendered Scribe said...

I just marvel at how you do this, I just do not have an ounce of creativity when it comes to Sci Fi. This was a fun read!

Joanne Sher said...

Ohhhh so clever, Sawa!! Definitely fun twists, and ALL your characters are so wonderfully described. Great stuff, girl! Kept me guessing all the way through :)

LauraLee Shaw said...

Wow-zer. Again, you blow me away with your imagination and ability to bring fantasy alive. Awesome.

Patty Wysong said...

Okay, I was there.
Totally cool, SweetSawa!