She Who Wanders is Lost
Prologue
Prologue-ness to the max. I have no real clue if I am going to continue this…I hope I will. This is my first J/S fic(for all j/s fans). I really need feedback. And I know everyone says that. But I really, really do. OK well, here's the Prologue-ness. (A.k.a. the shortest thing ever written!)
Drip. Drip. Drip. Rain. Cold. Despair. No hope. Drip. City streets. Drip. A girl lost in thought. Drip. Trying to remember a dream, that so long ago she dreamt. Drip. Rain. Drip…drip…drip. A girl runs through the rainy city streets of New York. Running from something. A dream. A nightmare? No, a dream. A dream she can't remember. Drip. Footsteps splashing in puddles. Hair untied and wild. Clothes mangled. Running. Drip. Drip. Confusion everywhere. What's going on? She thinks. Drip…
Sarah Williams had been alone. She left her home in '89, when she was 18 to attend the prestigious art school, Juilliard and continue her love for the arts. She was amazed that she actually made it in. She was a theatre major and doing quite well. She had earned some extra money doing shows at some clubs, singing and dancing along too, and she was getting the best education in theatre possible. Being alone wasn't so bad. She had friends. Some guy friends, but nothing serious. They just weren't good enough for her. She let go of her childhood dreams and aspirations long ago on a rainy night. Well, she assumed it was one rainy night.
See, Sarah woke up one morning different. She had baby-sat her little brother Toby, the night before. She couldn't remember doing anything from that night, but she knew it was something great. In spite of her suspicions of having a great whoopla the night before, Sarah brushed it off and assumed she merely fell asleep. Back to Sarah being different. After that dream she had (of goblins, an orange fuzzy creature, talking inanimate objects, and an enchanting and somewhat mysterious man), Sarah figured that her fantasies weren't ever going to come true. The closest way to get to them was to pursue her love for theatre and performing in general. To do this, meant no more drifting off, no more whining, and much more maturity. A part of her disappeared when her childhood dreams went away. Although, she stopped dreaming, little stories and fantasies more imaginative than anything formed in the back of her mind subconsciously. She didn't know that her mind was creating these amazing stories and she didn't know that those stories were the ones that drove her to work so hard to get where she wanted to be. Or where she thought she wanted to be.
Prologue
Prologue-ness to the max. I have no real clue if I am going to continue this…I hope I will. This is my first J/S fic(for all j/s fans). I really need feedback. And I know everyone says that. But I really, really do. OK well, here's the Prologue-ness. (A.k.a. the shortest thing ever written!)
Drip. Drip. Drip. Rain. Cold. Despair. No hope. Drip. City streets. Drip. A girl lost in thought. Drip. Trying to remember a dream, that so long ago she dreamt. Drip. Rain. Drip…drip…drip. A girl runs through the rainy city streets of New York. Running from something. A dream. A nightmare? No, a dream. A dream she can't remember. Drip. Footsteps splashing in puddles. Hair untied and wild. Clothes mangled. Running. Drip. Drip. Confusion everywhere. What's going on? She thinks. Drip…
Sarah Williams had been alone. She left her home in '89, when she was 18 to attend the prestigious art school, Juilliard and continue her love for the arts. She was amazed that she actually made it in. She was a theatre major and doing quite well. She had earned some extra money doing shows at some clubs, singing and dancing along too, and she was getting the best education in theatre possible. Being alone wasn't so bad. She had friends. Some guy friends, but nothing serious. They just weren't good enough for her. She let go of her childhood dreams and aspirations long ago on a rainy night. Well, she assumed it was one rainy night.
See, Sarah woke up one morning different. She had baby-sat her little brother Toby, the night before. She couldn't remember doing anything from that night, but she knew it was something great. In spite of her suspicions of having a great whoopla the night before, Sarah brushed it off and assumed she merely fell asleep. Back to Sarah being different. After that dream she had (of goblins, an orange fuzzy creature, talking inanimate objects, and an enchanting and somewhat mysterious man), Sarah figured that her fantasies weren't ever going to come true. The closest way to get to them was to pursue her love for theatre and performing in general. To do this, meant no more drifting off, no more whining, and much more maturity. A part of her disappeared when her childhood dreams went away. Although, she stopped dreaming, little stories and fantasies more imaginative than anything formed in the back of her mind subconsciously. She didn't know that her mind was creating these amazing stories and she didn't know that those stories were the ones that drove her to work so hard to get where she wanted to be. Or where she thought she wanted to be.