Jump Through Time
A story based on the ideas of Bloody Maddie and myself.
So if you like it, thank her, because I probably never would have done it myself.
For Alice, her life seemed to meld into one meaningless day. She couldn't remember the
last time she felt cheerful, or sad for that matter. Locking herself in her dormitory at St.
Catharine's she would sit at the window and gaze at the people passing by. She had given up her
studies and trying to develop a social life. Once again, she was separated from humanity.
Her dorm brought to mind a bedroom of a little girl. Books of fairy stories, childish games and
stuffed animals littered among the study books. Maybe it was because she had arranged it just as
her room looked when she was seven, filled with pictures of her now deceased mother, father and
sister. She once wanted to grow up, but now, at the age of nineteen, she knew the world of adults
held nothing for her.
The fire. Yes, a tragedy if there ever was one. Alice was spared physically, but mentally she was
tortured and had to spend ten years of her life in an asylum. But no memories remained. It was all
so vague.
~*~
Alice was dreamily playing with a rag doll when someone knocked at the door and startled her.
"Alice, it's me, I brought you supper."
The 'me' in question was Alice's schoolmate, Elsie.
"I'm not hungry" replied a listless Alice.
"But you'll starve!"
"I don't care."
"Can I at least come in?"
Alice sighed, walked over to the door and unlocked it. When it opened, there was Elsie, standing
there pale like a china doll. Elsie was the only person in St. Catharine's that met Alice with a
smile. She was younger than Alice, though not remarkably so. Like most of the girls there, she
was from a wealthy family, she was sent into the countryside because she suffered from anemia.
"What's the matter Alice?"
"I've been having odd dreams."
"Like what?"
"Talking animals. Cats that dance and magic books...." Alice's voice trailed off as she
remembered being there.
"That sounds lovely Alice. A world of dancing cats, fancy that...."
Elsie was interrupted by the sound of rude snickering.
They both turned to see two girls, about Elsie's age, peeking in from the hallway.
"Talking animals! How funny, please go on." said the one.
"I'd expect that type of story from you, Ms. Liddell, with your history and all."
Elsie threw a shoe in their direction.
"Get out." Elsie warned. "Or I'll call Mother Superior!"
Alice began to sob on Elsie's shoulder. It was true. She was mad. Always was and always will
be. She wished she had never made the decision to grow up.
A story based on the ideas of Bloody Maddie and myself.
So if you like it, thank her, because I probably never would have done it myself.
For Alice, her life seemed to meld into one meaningless day. She couldn't remember the
last time she felt cheerful, or sad for that matter. Locking herself in her dormitory at St.
Catharine's she would sit at the window and gaze at the people passing by. She had given up her
studies and trying to develop a social life. Once again, she was separated from humanity.
Her dorm brought to mind a bedroom of a little girl. Books of fairy stories, childish games and
stuffed animals littered among the study books. Maybe it was because she had arranged it just as
her room looked when she was seven, filled with pictures of her now deceased mother, father and
sister. She once wanted to grow up, but now, at the age of nineteen, she knew the world of adults
held nothing for her.
The fire. Yes, a tragedy if there ever was one. Alice was spared physically, but mentally she was
tortured and had to spend ten years of her life in an asylum. But no memories remained. It was all
so vague.
~*~
Alice was dreamily playing with a rag doll when someone knocked at the door and startled her.
"Alice, it's me, I brought you supper."
The 'me' in question was Alice's schoolmate, Elsie.
"I'm not hungry" replied a listless Alice.
"But you'll starve!"
"I don't care."
"Can I at least come in?"
Alice sighed, walked over to the door and unlocked it. When it opened, there was Elsie, standing
there pale like a china doll. Elsie was the only person in St. Catharine's that met Alice with a
smile. She was younger than Alice, though not remarkably so. Like most of the girls there, she
was from a wealthy family, she was sent into the countryside because she suffered from anemia.
"What's the matter Alice?"
"I've been having odd dreams."
"Like what?"
"Talking animals. Cats that dance and magic books...." Alice's voice trailed off as she
remembered being there.
"That sounds lovely Alice. A world of dancing cats, fancy that...."
Elsie was interrupted by the sound of rude snickering.
They both turned to see two girls, about Elsie's age, peeking in from the hallway.
"Talking animals! How funny, please go on." said the one.
"I'd expect that type of story from you, Ms. Liddell, with your history and all."
Elsie threw a shoe in their direction.
"Get out." Elsie warned. "Or I'll call Mother Superior!"
Alice began to sob on Elsie's shoulder. It was true. She was mad. Always was and always will
be. She wished she had never made the decision to grow up.