I – A Wrinkle in Time
"Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself." - Mrs. Whatsit
"Destynee can we stop for a minute!?" A teenage boy, with loose baggy cloth fell down to his knees, his eye glowing a dark brown, his wavy, curls bouncing in the air, contrasting his tan skin.
"Come on Fayt. We're almost there." A young lady turned around and held out a hand. She dress herself in a business attire, her tie swaying the wind, black hair long and flowing on her fair-skin.
"How much longer?" Destynee just shrugged her shoulders. Fayt sighed, and gripped her hand and pulled her down on to the thick, green grass. Destynee had rolled over and sat up. She turned her head and gave the teenage boy a little punch on his shoulder, "Why do we have to walk?" He asked.
"Because a certain idiot decided to break my car." Destynee got up, sweeping the dirt off her navy blue suit. She turned around and stuck out her hand once again.
"Did Alex do it!" Fayt slammed his fist into the ground, kicking up some dirt, throwing a little tantrum, "When I see his sor-" Destynee threw her hands up in the air, grunting with an unbelievable face.
"I was talking about you." Fayt lifted up his hand to cover his mouth, facing the wind with his embarrassed face. Destynee stuck out her hand once more. Fayt gripped it and was thrown up to his feet. They started their walk among these endless plains once more.
"How much longer?" Fayt asked as the two walked on.
"Ask me that one more time, and I'll pop a cap in you."
"Why are you so violent De?"
"Be-"
Footsteps rustled in a clearing. A lady covered in blue, dressed in black walked up to a dog house, a German Shepherd, and a Mix-breed slept peacefully inside. She dug into a pocket, and pulled out a box of cigarettes. She placed it between her blue, sharp fingers, and lit it. She put it up to her snout, and took a deep breath in, and let it out, brushing the strands of blue fur, covering her hand. She bent down and moved her tail off to the side, and grabbed the head of the German Shepherd, and gave it a good lift. She dropped it back down. She stood up and wiped her hair blue from her gray-ish eyes. She took steps out into the clearing.
Footsteps tapped on a marbled-tiled ground. A man dripping red, covered in brown, walked in pushing past people cloaked in white, and blue scrubs, towering feet over them. He kept walked down the long invisible blue and white hallway. He stopped at an open door, he people yelling and crying and exclaiming. He placed his back against the wall, and listened. Words were falling, and tears were being thrown everyone. He continued to listen, and pulled out a flask, with his red fur hands from his brown leather coat. He continued to listen and put it open, drunk and endless stream of wine. He saw a man dressed in white come outside of the room, and slowly pulling it in on its self. He placed his flask back into his coat, and walked over to the door and stared in for a moment, before it shut closed. He pushed passed the doctor and continued down the invisible blue, and white hallway.
"It was a dark and stormy night."
"How much longer do we have?" A man said with a deep voice, dubbed in a purple skin-tight armor, his dark long hair swayed in the nothing wind, as he sat on a throne encased in crystal, placed in nothing.
"Time is already up. Events are already beginning to unfold." A girl sat on the ruined steps leading up to nothing. Her long straight, blue hair blowing in the nothing wind, matching her monotone face, and monotone voice, that matched her dull white colors, and her dull beige skirt.
"So there is nothing we can do?" The man grabbed his sword nearby, stuck into nothing, with large jagged edges, and large points, all spiraling up like a tail to make the hilt. Chaos had corrupted it, turning it into a sinister beauty.
"We will sit, and we will wait. We will watch the events to come. And it is up to us if we decide to intervene."
"I guess we must watch then." A smirk stretched across his face, as a brilliant red showed from his heart, and a brilliant purple from his blade.
Author's Letter( feel like being different):
Hey guys! I was wondering since you guys love reading so much, if you read any literary classics like: Lay that trumpet in our hands, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Divine Comedy, Cinderella, Lord of the Rings. Anything along those lines could you leave it in a review, as you can kind of a figure out all my chapters' are going to have a book title and a quote from it.
Forever yours,
Cid