Chapter 3
It had been a long troubling evening for Sara and the worst part was she wasn't even sure why.
Toby had gone to sleep an hour ago and she was now trying to focus on her Pr-Calculus homework.
After her fifth attempt to focus she gives up. Calculus would just have to wait. She suddenly
gets an odd feeling in the back of her head. She smiles and grabs her newest notebook. It was
always like that she would suddenly get an odd feeling and then the stories would just flow.
Her inspiration must have finally come back. She hastily puts her pen to paper when she was
overcome by oblivion.
She awakes to the hand of her father gently shaking her shoulder.
"Sara we're home. Why don't you go ahead and go to bed honey you've been studying to much and
must have fallen asleep." He says and walks out the room.
She sits up bewildered. Did she fall asleep? The last thing she remembered was her trying to
write and then she blacked out. Well so much for writing anything new, she though warily. She
reaches over to close her notebook when she notices the page is full. She quickly flips through
and yes, a new story had been added. The problem was she didn't remember writing it. It was in
her handwriting though. What could all this mean? She opens to the first page of the story and
starts to read.
~~~~
The labyrinth stretches before the girl. With a determined look she sets out on her long journey
to the center. She would reclaim what she had lost
~~~~
Sara stops reading for a second. 'This sounds like my story. Could I have been so out of it I
just rewrote my adventure again? She shakes her head and continues on.
~~~~~
The girl sees no fairies or dwarfs to guide her way this time, just a feeling of emptiness. She
runs down the long path she remembered from so long ago but now she knew her way. Now the
labyrinth wasn't so inviting and magical. The air felt like death. She ran her hand along the
wall to find the opening and cringed at the eyes that followed her. They where only plants of
some kind but they still gave her the creeps. She finally found the opening she was looking for
and stepped through. The walls had become decayed and the rock was crumbling in most places
she was able to climb through holes in most of them as she made her way. The girl's feeling of
unease grew and grew as she went forward. Ahead of her she saw a familiar figure crumpled on the
ground. She clasped her hands to her mouth and ran forward. Uttering simply "Please God no."
~~~~
The story ends and Sara frantically searches to see if there is anymore. How could she have
written this? What did it all mean? Most of all though, she wondered why she suddenly felt
like crying. Who could it have been lying in the labyrinth?
She heaved a slow breath and repeated to her self. 'It's only a story, it's only a story.'
It had been a long troubling evening for Sara and the worst part was she wasn't even sure why.
Toby had gone to sleep an hour ago and she was now trying to focus on her Pr-Calculus homework.
After her fifth attempt to focus she gives up. Calculus would just have to wait. She suddenly
gets an odd feeling in the back of her head. She smiles and grabs her newest notebook. It was
always like that she would suddenly get an odd feeling and then the stories would just flow.
Her inspiration must have finally come back. She hastily puts her pen to paper when she was
overcome by oblivion.
She awakes to the hand of her father gently shaking her shoulder.
"Sara we're home. Why don't you go ahead and go to bed honey you've been studying to much and
must have fallen asleep." He says and walks out the room.
She sits up bewildered. Did she fall asleep? The last thing she remembered was her trying to
write and then she blacked out. Well so much for writing anything new, she though warily. She
reaches over to close her notebook when she notices the page is full. She quickly flips through
and yes, a new story had been added. The problem was she didn't remember writing it. It was in
her handwriting though. What could all this mean? She opens to the first page of the story and
starts to read.
~~~~
The labyrinth stretches before the girl. With a determined look she sets out on her long journey
to the center. She would reclaim what she had lost
~~~~
Sara stops reading for a second. 'This sounds like my story. Could I have been so out of it I
just rewrote my adventure again? She shakes her head and continues on.
~~~~~
The girl sees no fairies or dwarfs to guide her way this time, just a feeling of emptiness. She
runs down the long path she remembered from so long ago but now she knew her way. Now the
labyrinth wasn't so inviting and magical. The air felt like death. She ran her hand along the
wall to find the opening and cringed at the eyes that followed her. They where only plants of
some kind but they still gave her the creeps. She finally found the opening she was looking for
and stepped through. The walls had become decayed and the rock was crumbling in most places
she was able to climb through holes in most of them as she made her way. The girl's feeling of
unease grew and grew as she went forward. Ahead of her she saw a familiar figure crumpled on the
ground. She clasped her hands to her mouth and ran forward. Uttering simply "Please God no."
~~~~
The story ends and Sara frantically searches to see if there is anymore. How could she have
written this? What did it all mean? Most of all though, she wondered why she suddenly felt
like crying. Who could it have been lying in the labyrinth?
She heaved a slow breath and repeated to her self. 'It's only a story, it's only a story.'