Author's notes: Hello, and thank you for taking interest my story! I know the flower thing been done before, but it's an idea that that just won't leave me alone, so you'll just have to bear with me through it. Enough from me, please enjoy our two favorite drama queens! Wild-is-good
Credit to whom credit is due,
I own nothing but products of the dark workings of my own mind.
Prologue
Sarah paced the floor, rocketing from one end of the dorm room to the other. All around, on every available surface, shadowed grotesque and macabre faces watched in wickedly delighted amusement, snickering at 'The Lady's' blatant distress.
Back and forth the girl-who-ate-the-peach-but-remembered-everything paced, muttering heatedly. To the outside observer, she must have looked down right insane. If she was honest with herself, she probably was. Who invited this kind of trouble?
She came to an abrupt stop in the center of the room, causing all the hushed chatter and snickers to stop as suddenly as her captive audience waited with baited breath. Her eyes fixed on her bed, which sat innocently against the wall, and to the bunch of flowers that rested on it, so much less so.
The bouquet seemed to mock her indecision, lying there as if it didn't represent a pinnacle moment in her life, as if it didn't possess the ability to tear her very world apart. She scowled at the blooms, gaining more snickers from the shadows. They thought it funny to see the mighty champion brought low with indecision over flowers. With a huff, she whirled around straight backed and spoke to the room.
"Take it to him."
The cackling increased.
'And pray to God I don't regret this.'
Just a heads up, in case you couldn't already tell, this will be a slightly "darker/creepier" take on the Underground and its denizens, just meaning that the goblins aren't all rainbows and sunshine."Through Dangers Untold" and all that. (Think classic Northeastern European mythology- dark, whimsical and fun-) The story itself will NOT be dark, depressing or end badly (Because I'm a sucker for happy endings)! I have no idea how long (or short) this story is going to be, but I hope you like it anyway! I am an aspiring novelist, so any feedback on quality(or anything else) is HUGELY APPRECIATED! I am also a sensitive big girl, so I can take constructive criticism, but please keep the flaming to a minimum (I'm an ugly crier). I CAN be guilt tripped into updating faster/more, so if you want it, feel free to ask (please keep in mind that I am a dyslexic, working college student and I type relatively slow). Peaches and Glitter to all!
-Wild-is-good