Elvane's Tales (updated!)

[Elvane]

This is where I will post all of my stories and such. The first three posts are chapters from a story I'm writind called Visions.

I was only five years old when the first event happened. My parents and I were going to Aunt Katie's wedding on an airplane. I heard them casually mention that the flight was "Flight 892 to Boston".
Suddenly, I knew we couldn't board that plane. Call it brattiness, attitude, whatever you want. I just knew we couldn't go.
I imagined it striking the ground, and everybody bursting into flames. We would not survive, no matter how much safety equipment there was on the plane.
Being a typical five-year-old, I bugged my parents about it. "Mom! DAD! We can't go on there!" I told them.
Dad brushed me off. "Mandy, darling, that plane's perfectly safe. In fact, we made sure we went on one of the safest airlines, just so you'd be fine."
"No! It's gonna crash! I don't wanna die!"
Then it was Mom's turn. "Dear, this airline has a 99.992 percent safety rating. Only eight planes out of every hundred thousand crash. I know you don't know how big that is, but it's big enough to be reasonably safe."
"I'm telling you, we'll be one of those eight!" I said. Since neither of them were listening or paying particular attention to me- or so I thought- I rushed down the hall.
That caught their attention. "MANDY! You're going to make us late! We'll miss Katie's wedding!"
I didn't care. I kept running, pausing only to run in a different direction when my parents were looking elsewhere. They'd think I was cornered, but I'd sneak off in a different direction or run between their legs.
After many minutes of this, I slowed down and let myself get caught. If I continued, they'd only get more angry.
After hearing a stern lecture about airplane safety and misbehavior- most of which I didn't understand- they grabbed my hand as tightly as they could without breaking my fingers and ran to our gate. We got there only to see the airplane taking off.
Mom glared at me as only a mother can do and said sternly, "Now we'll miss Katie's wedding!" It was worse than anything she could have said.

As it turned out, we didn't miss Aunt Katie's wedding, but we had to go on a flight an hour later. Most of that time was spent with my parents eating, drinking, and talking up a storm. Whenever I tried to get a bit of food or made a comment, they'd jerk my hand away or ignore me. Although I did feel a little lonely, I never was remorseful. Being ignored is better than dying.
A few days into our vacation, just after my aunt married some guy I didn't know named Earl, my dad was reading the local paper and remarked, "Hey, look here. It says some plane meant to arrive here crashed a couple days ago. In fact, it was the same day we left."
I stuck my head in the paper, trying to see what he was talking about. All I saw was a bunch of long words I didn't know and a picture of a burning plane- it looked a little like the one I had envisioned.
Mom winked at him- as though I didn't see it- and said, "Hey, humor Mandy. What flight was it?"
Dad checked the paper, ruffling around needlessly. After a minute or so, his face became pale, and his eyes were unfocused. He said, somewhat scaredly, "F-flight 892. The one she thought would crash."
Of course, I was nice enough not to brag.  

[Elvane]

The second incident happened when I was in third grade. After I had bragged about predicting the plane crash to nearly everybody in my classroom, people sometimes called me "that psychic girl" or "the plane crash predicter". I didn't think I was psychic, though. Not yet.
I was one of the better students- always getting As or Bs, coming up with the correct answer nearly every time. This was partly because I had a brain, partly because I studied a lot, and partly because I had- and still have- a very good memory.
One day, though, I forgot to study for a social studies test. I started freaking out, and the teacher saying "Time for the test, I hope you studied" didn't help. Then, when I started racking my brain for answers about the War of 1812, I began daydreaming.
I snapped out of it a half-hour later, when class was nearly done. Hoping to get an answer or two right and not shame my parents by bringing back a failing paper, I started writing down the first things that came into my head. 1807! The Gettysburg Address! England!
I forgot about it for a bit, but the next day, I got my paper back. The teacher whispered something to me, but I didn't quite hear it. Dreading the score that I recieved, I slowly, carefully turned the paper over...
...and I saw I got an A+. 100%.
It seemed impossible- how could I have gotten them ALL right by guessing? It was impossible! If I had took even a second to think about it, it might have made sense, but I had spent my time daydreaming. How did this happen?
That was the first time I began to realize my talents.  

[Pup in Fluff]

ooh...very interesting! I'll be waiting for more! 3nodding  

[frozenapathies]

As Pup said, very interesting... I await your next piece with bated breath.  

[Elvane]

Before fourth grade got out, I had a best friend. Her name was Erin, and she had fiery red hair and calm green eyes. We were outcasts from the normal school society- me because of my "psychic stuff", Erin because her house burned down five years ago. Over some time, we became good friends.
In the summer between fourth and fifth grade, Erin showed me this "psychic test" she had discovered on the Internet. I took it, trying not to notice her peeking at my answers over my shoulder. The test said that I was "moderately psychic". (I really have taken a psychic test online, and it said the same thing about me.) Of course, I made Erin take it right afterwards, and it said the same thing about her. We discarded it, thinking it said the same junk to everybody, and began to forget what it had said. Maybe we shouldn't have.
In fifth grade, my dreams started to change subtly. This will sound odd, I'm sure, but my dreams weren't silly things that could never happen in reality anymore. They became more real, more lifelike. Some featured my dad talking with somebody I later learned was his boss. Others featured complete strangers who I met later on. It creeped me out a little, but I always made an attempt to remember my dreams. Soon after this started, I told Erin about one I had with her in it.
I walked up to her during recess, not saying anything. She asked me, "What's up?"
I paused, reflected, and then said, "I had a dream which you were in. It sounded like you were going to die or something."
Erin laughed- really laughed. I glared at her, and she stopped, wondering why I was so angry. She replied, "Well, dreams are dreams- it's not like they're real. Heck, I had a dream where you killed a hippo with your bare hands once."
I sighed. "It's not like that." The dream was short and vague, but I can still remember it...
Erin and a man in white clothes with a stethoscope (Is that how you spell it?) around his neck stood on a white background. Erin looked sad and stressed out. The doctor said, "The disease is incurable."
Erin started bawling.
The doctor obliviously continued, "We will have to..."
That's when I woke up.
I told Erin about it, emphasizing how real it had been, how lifelike it was. Eventually, she said, "I understand, but still- dreams don't come true." We changed the subject.
That conversation was mostly forgotten, although I still wondered whether Erin was right, whether my dreams were dreams or something... more. It startled me when, two weeks later, Erin brought the idea to my attention again.
She was distressed, and you could see that she had been crying. Her chin was still slightly wet. She plopped down on a recess bench and hid her face.
I walked over to her and lifted her hands. She grinned, but still looked sad. I asked her, "What happened? What's wrong?"
Erin looked down and said, with as little emotion as possible, "You know my kitten Smokey? You know him, the little ball of fluff that lives in my bedroom."
I nodded. I knew who he was, but I didn't really know him. Once I thought he was an energetic, playful kitten, he started being quiet and calm.
Erin gulped and said, "We took him to the vet about his being tired and all, and..."
"And?"
"And he has some really bad disease. Feline lymphosoma or something. We had to put him to sleep!" She started crying again.
I patted her on the back and said, "It's alright. I mean, it's not really alright, but there are worse things." However, I started thinking- was this from my dreams after all?  

[Elvane]

Here's the start of one story I'm writing called The Lost Gods. The excerpt has little plot info... sorry. sweatdrop

An eight-year-old with light brown hair signalled to one of her friends, who walked over. "Miri, what's up?"
Miri smiled and cheerfully said, "Do you want to come over? I want to know if it sounds like I'm playing this song right."
The other girl, who had long, dark brown hair, sighed and said, "I guess I'll come, but I have to be home in an hour for dinner."
Miri winked. "You'll be home before you know it." The pair started walking to Miri's modest house.
"How do you take care of yourself?" the visitor asked after entering the small wooden house.
Miri frowned and replied, "Celda, I've told you this already- my parents left a ton of food and water for me." It didn't hurt that she could make food appear magically.
"I understand." Celda said, nodding. She sat down on a ripped beige couch as Miri sat in front of her piano and began to play.
As Miri played carefully, a soft, rhythmic melody began to sound, getting louder and more intricate with every beat. Celda was amazed- her friend was truly a musical prodigy.
The music grew louder and louder, although it never seemed too loud. Miri's fingers had to race across the piano to continue playing, but the result was magnificent. Celda thought that there couldn't be a more beautiful song in the world.
Eventually, the song came to an end, and Celda felt as if she had left a trance. The best pianoist in the world couldn't put on a better performance.
"What's the name of that song?" Celda asked quietly. "It's really pretty."
Miri smiled mysteriously. "It doesn't have a proper name, but some call it Lyra's Musical, after the goddess of music."
An awkward silence entered the room, vastly different from the harmonic music that had been playing moments before.
"So did it sound right?" Miri asked her friend. "I keep thinking I messed up during the third harmony..."
"Miri," Celda replied, "I doubt Lyra herself could play that song any better."
Miri suddenly turned a brilliant shade of pink. "Nobody is that good."  

[Elvane]

Here's one of three stories that I did while I was bored in religious school a couple weeks ago. There are two things going on, so it's sorta confusing at first.

Angel was no angel, despite her white clothes, despite her friendly acts. She had seen horrible things, things she would never forget. No matter how long she lived, she would never forget them...
She stood silently behind a grave, afraid to move for fear of being seen. She could easily be their next victim...
Angel had seen too much of what happened at night. The twilight hours scared her, frightened her. The shadows were coming...
Men and women gathered in the graveyard's center. All of them wore raven-black robes and bright green pendants. They gathered in a circle...
Angel, unlike most people, was not afraid of death. No, death was not the worst they could do to her if they found out. She was afraid of torture, of betrayal...
Their leader, in the middle of the circle, held up a newborn baby with bright blue eyes to the full moon. He was trusting and unafraid. What they would do was just too cruel, too evil...
Angel feared the darkness like a little kid, but for a different reason. Children thought that there were boogeymen and monsters that came for them during the night. Angel knew of the real monsters...
It was over in seconds. After the chanting, the baby didn't move, didn't live. The perfect murder had just been committed- and it happened every month...
The horrors were never forgotten, and they never left Angel's mind. Angel knew she must stop the shadow people, almost as if it were destined. But if she tried, she could be the next sacrifice.  

[Elvane]

This is the beginning of a so far unnamed story. If you have any suggestions for a title, please tell me!

Princess Auri lived a sheltered life as the adopted royalty of Emura, a grassy, flowered country. She was rarely allowed to go outside the castle grounds, and a servant named Dira was always there to prevent accidents. In fact, she couldn't remember ever bleeding, although she had occasionally watched it happen to people nearby.
Auri had found out that she was adopted only three years ago, when she was eight. After asking her mother, Queen Meanna, why they didn't look alike, Auri was told that five years ago, after a terrifying event where all the magic in the world- gods, goddesses, mythical creatures, even some mages- had disappeared, the royal family visited a neighboring country named Kushra and found a small, weak girl running between trees in a forest. They brought her home, and she became Princess Auri.
Auri had been devastated. She had always thought she was purebred royalty- her hair was a brilliant gold, and her eyes were like emeralds, so the conclusion that she was not ordinary came easily. Suddenly learning that she was a foreigner, probably some orphaned peasant girl, came as a major shock.
She got over it, though. What was really surprising was what happened three years later.  

[MaisSkyss]

If you could seperate each paragraph with a blank line, it would make reading your work a LOT easier. Easier encourages more people to read!

Try to avoid the word was and all forms of it. Usually there is a better way to describe things than just "she was this" or "she was here."

Good story ideas. Your form can use some work, though. ^^  

[Elvane]

I've just made an account on fanfiction.net- my name on there is Carawool. Right now, all I have there are two bad neopets fan-fics (Yes... neopets. Please don't hurt me!), but eventually I'll type up the better fan-fics of mine.  

[Pup in Fluff]

MaisSkyss

If you could seperate each paragraph with a blank line, it would make reading your work a LOT easier. Easier encourages more people to read!

Try to avoid the word was and all forms of it. Usually there is a better way to describe things than just "she was this" or "she was here."

Good story ideas. Your form can use some work, though. ^^

NOTE FROM PUP: When writing a story, you are not supposed to have spaces in between the paragraphs unless you're going into a different point of view or a completely different idea. (see the "Publishing" thread)

As for you, Elvane, I love your writing and I think you should have some of your work published. Wasn't that you who's already had a book or two published? I want to read it/them!!! Mind giving me the titles? lol (If it wasn't you...sorry. I'm not good with remembering people too well.)  

[Elvane]

Pup in Fluff

MaisSkyss

If you could seperate each paragraph with a blank line, it would make reading your work a LOT easier. Easier encourages more people to read!

Try to avoid the word was and all forms of it. Usually there is a better way to describe things than just "she was this" or "she was here."

Good story ideas. Your form can use some work, though. ^^

NOTE FROM PUP: When writing a story, you are not supposed to have spaces in between the paragraphs unless you're going into a different point of view or a completely different idea. (see the "Publishing" thread)

As for you, Elvane, I love your writing and I think you should have some of your work published. Wasn't that you who's already had a book or two published? I want to read it/them!!! Mind giving me the titles? lol (If it wasn't you...sorry. I'm not good with remembering people too well.)

Nah, you must be confusing me with somebody else. Don't sweat it, I do the same thing all the time. XD  

[[[IrishNinja]]]

THAT WA AWESOME,although I only read 3 or 4 sweatdrop ...IT was still very good!

 

[[[IrishNinja]]]

I love to write,but for some reason I just don't like my work,or its sorta lible or,I just can't keep it up,help please!