Yes, I know that I have not updated for a century but I had writer's
block!!!!
So I really encourage your ideas. Also, I can't believe ewankenobi2002
reviewed my story!!! Thanks soooooooooo much! You should read
ewankenobi2002's stories, they're really good. I mean ALL of them.
Anyways, here's the next Chapter!
You wake up upon hearing female voices talking and laughing. From a distance somewhere, you hear music. You finally become fully awake and stand up. The last thing you remember was this read-headed woman crying over a name you thought you heard. Then you tried to walk a few meters to comfort her but it seemed as if whenever you tried to move, you didn't. You couldn't. Then, you suddenly felt this force pulling you away from everything and then you black out.
So now you're here. In this noisy place. You stand up from the chair that you were sitting on and walk at least two meters from your chair and pass a full-length mirror. You stop to notice that the girl in the mirror who passed by with you wasn't wearing your original clothes. You examine your reflection.your hair is held up in an elegant bun, a black-laced corset to and a red skirt.
You're interrupted by a really painful slap on your back. "Ouch! What's the big idea?" you shout and you turn around to see a woman. She was dressed a little bit like you only more colorful and a whole lot of makeup compared to your black liner, black mascara and lip-gloss.
"Is that all yer wearin'? And what's with the accent." you just stood there while she kept on criticizing you. You had to escape and fast!
"Ummm..look!" you point and she turns away while you make a run for it somewhere else in the crowd. Okay, you know your idea was dumb but that lady was too. You also needed to get out of this outfit. It made you look like a hooker in the 1900's.
Waitaminute! Noisy. Dressing room. Hooker. 1900's. You were in the Moulin Rouge only back then. Yikes! This is not good. All you want to do is get out of here. You think for a few seconds and then gather all of your guts to leave the dressing room.
If you thought the dressing room was noisy, you were wrong. There were cancan dancers everywhere with men in suits and top hats. The commotion causes someone to bump into you. You look back to find out who the clumsy person was. It was Christian.
He seemed shocked at everything he saw. Poor sheltered thing. You don't know whether to feel relief or worry upon seeing him. You see four men drag him to a table and you follow.
You hide for a while until the four men walk away. From you eavesdropping they said they'd be back after a while. You tap Christian at the shoulder and he seems frightened for a while until he breaks the silence, "I'm sorry madam, but I don't feel like communicating at the moment." He said all this stammering. That idiot! He thinks you're a worker in this place. But then again, you are dressed like one.
"Um, no, I don't want to fool around.I just need to talk. Do you remember me?" you ask. He's got to remember the train station when he asked for directions. "No, I don't believe so." He replied. He paused a while as if trying to remember then, "Oh, yes! I remember you. You were that girl I asked for directions at the train station." He said. Score! He remembers.
"You came to Paris to do this?" he asked. Oh, no.
"No." you trail of. What would you say? Hi! I'm actually someone who was transported from the future to here and you have been haunting me since I came to Paris. Can you help me get out?
Who would believe that? So think up a plan.your mind flashes back to a history lesson in school a bout the bohemian revolution in 1899 in the city of sin. Was he part of it? "I'm an undercover bohemian!" you suddenly blurt out. "Oh, so am I!" he says enthusiastically, "I have come to write about truth, freedom, beauty and above all else.love. Is uh, this how you're living the revolution?"
Before you could answer you black out.
"Hey! Get up!" you feel a nudge on your shoulder. You open your eyes and you seem to still be in the same place. A blurred Christian is what you can still see only it's just his voice you can hear. No music, no laughter, not bickering. Just him. You rub your eyes and instead of Christian you see Gordon.
"What the." you say while sitting up. The whole Moulin Rouge is silent. You seem to be back in the future but didn't you black out in the dressing room? "What are you doing here?" Gordo asks. You look back at him and you're just speechless.
You can't take it anymore. All these apparitions, these traveling back to the past, this story of a tragic love story.its too much. Why is it happening to you? Tears stream down your eyes.
"Are you okay?" you best friend asks. "You stand up and ignore his question, "Where's Fernando?"
"Fernando? Why?" he asks. "Just tell me where he is." you say. Does Gordo have to know every detail about you? "Why?" he asks more firmly. "Because." for the first time in your life you felt threatened by him.
"Because I'm being haunted and if that explains how weird I've been acting then good." You look at him straight in the face. He seems shocked but for some strange reason he believes you. "I need to see Fernando for answers. Gordo, you don't know what's been happening.everywhere I go he's there."
"Who's there?" you feel to weak to answer, you just cry and Gordo holds you. That's when you realize that you couldn't stand everything that was happening except Christian. You forgot to mention that some nights he would come and hold you. And it would make you feel as if you weren't being haunted but watched over. Being loved.
There's something that suddenly scares you. More than the apparitions, the time traveling, than Gordo seconds ago.more than that. You're falling for a ghost.
Anyways, here's the next Chapter!
You wake up upon hearing female voices talking and laughing. From a distance somewhere, you hear music. You finally become fully awake and stand up. The last thing you remember was this read-headed woman crying over a name you thought you heard. Then you tried to walk a few meters to comfort her but it seemed as if whenever you tried to move, you didn't. You couldn't. Then, you suddenly felt this force pulling you away from everything and then you black out.
So now you're here. In this noisy place. You stand up from the chair that you were sitting on and walk at least two meters from your chair and pass a full-length mirror. You stop to notice that the girl in the mirror who passed by with you wasn't wearing your original clothes. You examine your reflection.your hair is held up in an elegant bun, a black-laced corset to and a red skirt.
You're interrupted by a really painful slap on your back. "Ouch! What's the big idea?" you shout and you turn around to see a woman. She was dressed a little bit like you only more colorful and a whole lot of makeup compared to your black liner, black mascara and lip-gloss.
"Is that all yer wearin'? And what's with the accent." you just stood there while she kept on criticizing you. You had to escape and fast!
"Ummm..look!" you point and she turns away while you make a run for it somewhere else in the crowd. Okay, you know your idea was dumb but that lady was too. You also needed to get out of this outfit. It made you look like a hooker in the 1900's.
Waitaminute! Noisy. Dressing room. Hooker. 1900's. You were in the Moulin Rouge only back then. Yikes! This is not good. All you want to do is get out of here. You think for a few seconds and then gather all of your guts to leave the dressing room.
If you thought the dressing room was noisy, you were wrong. There were cancan dancers everywhere with men in suits and top hats. The commotion causes someone to bump into you. You look back to find out who the clumsy person was. It was Christian.
He seemed shocked at everything he saw. Poor sheltered thing. You don't know whether to feel relief or worry upon seeing him. You see four men drag him to a table and you follow.
You hide for a while until the four men walk away. From you eavesdropping they said they'd be back after a while. You tap Christian at the shoulder and he seems frightened for a while until he breaks the silence, "I'm sorry madam, but I don't feel like communicating at the moment." He said all this stammering. That idiot! He thinks you're a worker in this place. But then again, you are dressed like one.
"Um, no, I don't want to fool around.I just need to talk. Do you remember me?" you ask. He's got to remember the train station when he asked for directions. "No, I don't believe so." He replied. He paused a while as if trying to remember then, "Oh, yes! I remember you. You were that girl I asked for directions at the train station." He said. Score! He remembers.
"You came to Paris to do this?" he asked. Oh, no.
"No." you trail of. What would you say? Hi! I'm actually someone who was transported from the future to here and you have been haunting me since I came to Paris. Can you help me get out?
Who would believe that? So think up a plan.your mind flashes back to a history lesson in school a bout the bohemian revolution in 1899 in the city of sin. Was he part of it? "I'm an undercover bohemian!" you suddenly blurt out. "Oh, so am I!" he says enthusiastically, "I have come to write about truth, freedom, beauty and above all else.love. Is uh, this how you're living the revolution?"
Before you could answer you black out.
"Hey! Get up!" you feel a nudge on your shoulder. You open your eyes and you seem to still be in the same place. A blurred Christian is what you can still see only it's just his voice you can hear. No music, no laughter, not bickering. Just him. You rub your eyes and instead of Christian you see Gordon.
"What the." you say while sitting up. The whole Moulin Rouge is silent. You seem to be back in the future but didn't you black out in the dressing room? "What are you doing here?" Gordo asks. You look back at him and you're just speechless.
You can't take it anymore. All these apparitions, these traveling back to the past, this story of a tragic love story.its too much. Why is it happening to you? Tears stream down your eyes.
"Are you okay?" you best friend asks. "You stand up and ignore his question, "Where's Fernando?"
"Fernando? Why?" he asks. "Just tell me where he is." you say. Does Gordo have to know every detail about you? "Why?" he asks more firmly. "Because." for the first time in your life you felt threatened by him.
"Because I'm being haunted and if that explains how weird I've been acting then good." You look at him straight in the face. He seems shocked but for some strange reason he believes you. "I need to see Fernando for answers. Gordo, you don't know what's been happening.everywhere I go he's there."
"Who's there?" you feel to weak to answer, you just cry and Gordo holds you. That's when you realize that you couldn't stand everything that was happening except Christian. You forgot to mention that some nights he would come and hold you. And it would make you feel as if you weren't being haunted but watched over. Being loved.
There's something that suddenly scares you. More than the apparitions, the time traveling, than Gordo seconds ago.more than that. You're falling for a ghost.