What Would You Choose?
HEYLO!!!!!!!! ^___^ how are ye all????? *silence* Oh...hum...I'll just start with the whole 'this is my first ficcy' thing then...ya, this is sort of my first fic, because I haven't really written scrap in a long time!! Please don't hurt me!!!! okay, now for the disclaimer!!!
Disclaimer: Well, I sooo do NOT own potc, I'll admit that...and I'll say that Mrs. Pitt, one of the best writers around, came up with the whole 'you' insertion thing so I don't own that, and I hope you do not mind me using it!!!! *weep* And hum...those who have read 'the never-ending story' it's kinda like that...Wells that's all I guess, let's get this show on the road people!
Chapter One: Library
'Come to me...see the way I live...live the way I live...'
It's another sunny day in your hometown. Way too happy neighbors saying good morning to whoever passes their house wile they're gardening, and sunlight beaming in your face as you desperately try to prevent the inevitable- WHAM! The door of your room opens with a bang. Your mother comes in looking utterly stressed, and holds out your alarm clock. She says your full name...uh-oh..."It's seven forty-five! Your classes start in fifteen minutes and school is half an hour away!...What do you think your doing?!...Don't go putting that pillow over your head at me young lady, get up!" She yanks the pillow you had sheltered your ears from her screaming with away and pulled open the curtains which were already swaying in the light breeze.
Opening your eyes groggily, you get out of bed, pull on some decent attire and scramble out the door. Your father is already in the car starting up the engine, quickly you run to the car and hop in the front seat. He is already humming Barry Manilow on the local radio station.
As soon as the car pulls up you wave good-bye and run to homeroom, barely getting there before the teacher calls role. Everyone sniggers behind your back, it's not unusual and doesn't make you uncomfortable, this always happens. Everyone just thinks your...a loner. It's not your fault that you like reading books better than gossiping over new clothes and music, and neither is it that you spend your life in the sacred shelves in the library. You try to get some sleep on the morning announcements, but it seemed that the school bells weren't cooperating with your tired self, and rang for first period. 'Oh joy' you think.
At the end of school, you walk over to the old corroding building across the street. The local library. Quietly entering the near-deserted structure you are drawn to the Fiction section as if being pulled by a rope. After scavenging the shelves for any new books, you notice a pile of books by a little girl, the books looked ancient a thick inch dust covered the pile and were tiled at all ends, it was a wonder how they were balanced. You walk over to the girl you tap her lightly, then suddenly you realize...this was a statue, of course, how could you be so blind, you think, this was the sculpture which sat in the fiction section's corner, titled 'please remember to take home all children when leaving'. "Well how have you been?" You ask sarcastically. "Yeah, life's been pretty boring for me too...my mum's been getting in fights with my dad again...life really sucks right now. I'd trade with you...say...you've got some pretty trippy books here..." You say and start sifting through the books. Your eyes fall upon the bottom book. It had no title. It had no author. Quickly you pick up the book and begin to read.
'Chapter One: Sea
The sea is like a diamond. The waves are but the slashes edges of the diamond, and the colors are as luminous and dazzling as the center of the jewel. Here is where our story began, in the ocean with but a large ship glowing on the surface of the diamond. The captain of the ship looks overboard, the fact would be that the captain of the ship is not indeed a man, but a woman. Tanned skin, unkempt hair that smelled of the sea, and the darkest of eyes no matter what. A pirate. She looks over the ships edge and calls to "Aye! I sees a lass! I never seen her before...but I've called to her...Child what is your name?"'
Your eyes widen considerable as you read on, the name is the same as yours! More intensely do you read now.
'"Your name is which calls to the sea and the sea beckons me to call you...the sea speaks...it speaks for you...Come to me...see the way I live...live the way I live..."'
You ponder this sentence...you've heard it before! In your dream last night, a voice came to you. You were swimming and a large wave swept over you, you were drowning, but a voice called to you and told you these same exact words. Was it just a story? Was it just a dream? Or was it more...
'"Do you wish to see the way I live? Do you want to? Speak to me child!...speak to the child..." The woman's voice dies away as this is now Your story...'
You begin to worry as you stare in misbelieve at the book. If it was not for the fact that it seemed this had a lot more to do with you than bob's your uncle and fanny's your aunt, it was definitely because the story ended there, with a good five hundred black pages to go.
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, you gasp, of course! The library must be near to closing now, you spin on your heels. "I-I'm so sorry!! I was reading and-and..." Your mouth went dry, your legs stopped shaking, and you dropped the book in your hand. The child-statue was standing before you. You now noticed that the statue was NOT a child, she was as tall as you and gave off an aura of maturity.
"Do you wish to live Your story?" She asked. Her voice was not as you expected, it was old and croaky, not like a little girl or a teenager at all. But you looked at her confused and dazed. 'My story?' you think, 'What story?' but you push aside these thoughts and manage a small three letter word.
"Yes."
As if a chill swept over your body everything went black. You could feel yourself falling, falling...down, down...until your body collided with the floor.
A thin stream of light poked out in the black, then it got wider and wider...you eyes were wide open now. It was dark outside, and the only light visible was the light coming from the lamp post outside. The child- like mannequin was seated again on the floor and the books were all stacked...except this time the no-name book was on the top of the pile. You sigh in relief. 'So it Was all just a dream,' you think. You pick up your bag and are about to leave, but in the darkness someone grabs your arm.
The statue lifted it's head up from it's knee's-pulled-up-to-the-chest position. You eyes widened in horror, this was getting scarier and scarier by the second! "You will live your story," she spoke, then she pulled open the cover of the book, the pages ruffled by a invisible hand, and then it bounced, it was glowing now, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into the book.
'This is Your story. See Your life. Live Your life.'
¤=¤=¤=¤=¤ Hmm...I swear this isn't one of my best works. ;p But, oh wells. Don't worry CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow fans!! He'll be coming in as soon as you get into the right time period. ^__^ peace peace. Please review! I accept anything! Even flames!!!...hey, I need something to roast chestnuts on, now don't I? hehe okay please review n I'll update with a coolio chappie with you and cap'in jack sparrow!
HEYLO!!!!!!!! ^___^ how are ye all????? *silence* Oh...hum...I'll just start with the whole 'this is my first ficcy' thing then...ya, this is sort of my first fic, because I haven't really written scrap in a long time!! Please don't hurt me!!!! okay, now for the disclaimer!!!
Disclaimer: Well, I sooo do NOT own potc, I'll admit that...and I'll say that Mrs. Pitt, one of the best writers around, came up with the whole 'you' insertion thing so I don't own that, and I hope you do not mind me using it!!!! *weep* And hum...those who have read 'the never-ending story' it's kinda like that...Wells that's all I guess, let's get this show on the road people!
Chapter One: Library
'Come to me...see the way I live...live the way I live...'
It's another sunny day in your hometown. Way too happy neighbors saying good morning to whoever passes their house wile they're gardening, and sunlight beaming in your face as you desperately try to prevent the inevitable- WHAM! The door of your room opens with a bang. Your mother comes in looking utterly stressed, and holds out your alarm clock. She says your full name...uh-oh..."It's seven forty-five! Your classes start in fifteen minutes and school is half an hour away!...What do you think your doing?!...Don't go putting that pillow over your head at me young lady, get up!" She yanks the pillow you had sheltered your ears from her screaming with away and pulled open the curtains which were already swaying in the light breeze.
Opening your eyes groggily, you get out of bed, pull on some decent attire and scramble out the door. Your father is already in the car starting up the engine, quickly you run to the car and hop in the front seat. He is already humming Barry Manilow on the local radio station.
As soon as the car pulls up you wave good-bye and run to homeroom, barely getting there before the teacher calls role. Everyone sniggers behind your back, it's not unusual and doesn't make you uncomfortable, this always happens. Everyone just thinks your...a loner. It's not your fault that you like reading books better than gossiping over new clothes and music, and neither is it that you spend your life in the sacred shelves in the library. You try to get some sleep on the morning announcements, but it seemed that the school bells weren't cooperating with your tired self, and rang for first period. 'Oh joy' you think.
At the end of school, you walk over to the old corroding building across the street. The local library. Quietly entering the near-deserted structure you are drawn to the Fiction section as if being pulled by a rope. After scavenging the shelves for any new books, you notice a pile of books by a little girl, the books looked ancient a thick inch dust covered the pile and were tiled at all ends, it was a wonder how they were balanced. You walk over to the girl you tap her lightly, then suddenly you realize...this was a statue, of course, how could you be so blind, you think, this was the sculpture which sat in the fiction section's corner, titled 'please remember to take home all children when leaving'. "Well how have you been?" You ask sarcastically. "Yeah, life's been pretty boring for me too...my mum's been getting in fights with my dad again...life really sucks right now. I'd trade with you...say...you've got some pretty trippy books here..." You say and start sifting through the books. Your eyes fall upon the bottom book. It had no title. It had no author. Quickly you pick up the book and begin to read.
'Chapter One: Sea
The sea is like a diamond. The waves are but the slashes edges of the diamond, and the colors are as luminous and dazzling as the center of the jewel. Here is where our story began, in the ocean with but a large ship glowing on the surface of the diamond. The captain of the ship looks overboard, the fact would be that the captain of the ship is not indeed a man, but a woman. Tanned skin, unkempt hair that smelled of the sea, and the darkest of eyes no matter what. A pirate. She looks over the ships edge and calls to "Aye! I sees a lass! I never seen her before...but I've called to her...Child what is your name?"'
Your eyes widen considerable as you read on, the name is the same as yours! More intensely do you read now.
'"Your name is which calls to the sea and the sea beckons me to call you...the sea speaks...it speaks for you...Come to me...see the way I live...live the way I live..."'
You ponder this sentence...you've heard it before! In your dream last night, a voice came to you. You were swimming and a large wave swept over you, you were drowning, but a voice called to you and told you these same exact words. Was it just a story? Was it just a dream? Or was it more...
'"Do you wish to see the way I live? Do you want to? Speak to me child!...speak to the child..." The woman's voice dies away as this is now Your story...'
You begin to worry as you stare in misbelieve at the book. If it was not for the fact that it seemed this had a lot more to do with you than bob's your uncle and fanny's your aunt, it was definitely because the story ended there, with a good five hundred black pages to go.
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, you gasp, of course! The library must be near to closing now, you spin on your heels. "I-I'm so sorry!! I was reading and-and..." Your mouth went dry, your legs stopped shaking, and you dropped the book in your hand. The child-statue was standing before you. You now noticed that the statue was NOT a child, she was as tall as you and gave off an aura of maturity.
"Do you wish to live Your story?" She asked. Her voice was not as you expected, it was old and croaky, not like a little girl or a teenager at all. But you looked at her confused and dazed. 'My story?' you think, 'What story?' but you push aside these thoughts and manage a small three letter word.
"Yes."
As if a chill swept over your body everything went black. You could feel yourself falling, falling...down, down...until your body collided with the floor.
A thin stream of light poked out in the black, then it got wider and wider...you eyes were wide open now. It was dark outside, and the only light visible was the light coming from the lamp post outside. The child- like mannequin was seated again on the floor and the books were all stacked...except this time the no-name book was on the top of the pile. You sigh in relief. 'So it Was all just a dream,' you think. You pick up your bag and are about to leave, but in the darkness someone grabs your arm.
The statue lifted it's head up from it's knee's-pulled-up-to-the-chest position. You eyes widened in horror, this was getting scarier and scarier by the second! "You will live your story," she spoke, then she pulled open the cover of the book, the pages ruffled by a invisible hand, and then it bounced, it was glowing now, and before you knew it, you were being pulled into the book.
'This is Your story. See Your life. Live Your life.'
¤=¤=¤=¤=¤ Hmm...I swear this isn't one of my best works. ;p But, oh wells. Don't worry CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow fans!! He'll be coming in as soon as you get into the right time period. ^__^ peace peace. Please review! I accept anything! Even flames!!!...hey, I need something to roast chestnuts on, now don't I? hehe okay please review n I'll update with a coolio chappie with you and cap'in jack sparrow!