Challenge #3
Title: a not so simple wish
Summery: A Huge Discovery
Comments: Alot of fun to write. Take a bow my dear Muse.
"Hey! What's this?!" Rogue exclaimed to herself. She had been cleaning the monsion's cluttered attic all day in punishment for cursing at Kurt. She held up a dirty green bottle. It was shaped like an elaborate gravy boat with an equally elaborate cover. On the side of the beautiful bottle was a golden inscription, the words written in strange symbolic letterings. Idly she wondered what the message could mean.
"Oh, it's so pretty..." She murmered.
"Rogue!" Scott yelled from the bottem of the rickedy attic stairs. "Supper will be ready in about 15 minutes" She heard him stomp away, stop, and come back. "You may want to shower!" He called as if an after-thought.
"Yeah! I'm comming!" She yelled back, crossly. "I'm sure the Professor wont mind if I took it down and cleaned it..." She thought aloud. Almost mesmirized, she wrapped the lamp in her transparent black shirt which she had pulled off hours ago. Clutching her presious cargo close to her chest, she carefully descended the old stairs and ran to her room. Once there she carried the bundle into her bathroom. She unwrapped the bottle and set it on the bathroom shelf while she ran the sink full of warm water and retrieved a thick purple washcloth. Picking up the strange bottle, she gently began to sponge away the dirt, dust and, grime...
Title: a not so simple wish
Summery: A Huge Discovery
Comments: Alot of fun to write. Take a bow my dear Muse.
"Hey! What's this?!" Rogue exclaimed to herself. She had been cleaning the monsion's cluttered attic all day in punishment for cursing at Kurt. She held up a dirty green bottle. It was shaped like an elaborate gravy boat with an equally elaborate cover. On the side of the beautiful bottle was a golden inscription, the words written in strange symbolic letterings. Idly she wondered what the message could mean.
"Oh, it's so pretty..." She murmered.
"Rogue!" Scott yelled from the bottem of the rickedy attic stairs. "Supper will be ready in about 15 minutes" She heard him stomp away, stop, and come back. "You may want to shower!" He called as if an after-thought.
"Yeah! I'm comming!" She yelled back, crossly. "I'm sure the Professor wont mind if I took it down and cleaned it..." She thought aloud. Almost mesmirized, she wrapped the lamp in her transparent black shirt which she had pulled off hours ago. Clutching her presious cargo close to her chest, she carefully descended the old stairs and ran to her room. Once there she carried the bundle into her bathroom. She unwrapped the bottle and set it on the bathroom shelf while she ran the sink full of warm water and retrieved a thick purple washcloth. Picking up the strange bottle, she gently began to sponge away the dirt, dust and, grime...