Kali Meadows
World Literature 8
12/19/13
Dickensian
She was a curious girl, always sticking her nose into trouble without meaning to, apologizing, then finding the misfortune again. This is how she came to find the rabbit with the incessantly ticking watch that always seemed to click too fast and the magic world accessed by a hole in the ground. It was no wonder that she was friend to a sneaky cat who smiled and laughed with her jokes that weren’t actually meant to be jokes at all and a crazy man whom resembled something like a clown yet not so much like a clown than a fool with outlandish hats and again, no wonder, that every man she met pondered her sanity with questionable looks and severe interest in her state of mind. Snooping, prying, nosiness, gripping concentration- these all kept her apart from the real world and the real world apart from her. In the dull, boring days that passed her by, she drew colors into the earth with great imagination and dreams, wonderful creations, senseless thoughts, which came to life when she fell into that hole in the ground.
In that hole, there were strange things to discover and people, rather I should say things again, of the same sort to meet, and everyone telling her she was not the right her she was supposed to be, or maybe that she wasn’t the her they were looking for, or maybe yet the person she might be that they were looking for could quite possibly be it. She was not strong, or brave, or heroic with her gnarled blonde hair, paper-white skin, short appearance, and tiny feet. She could not run fast or even think with great clarity and even if she could, she would not dare to be brave still which seemed quite odd for a girl with such inquisitiveness. Yet these wild-looking creatures, which remind me much of lopsided figures with their heads not quite the right size, or ears that were slightly bigger on one side than the other, or one’s roundness that seemed similar to that of an egg, still wondered if she might be her that they should be looking for as she had followed that odd rabbit and fallen down that large hole.
Now, mind you, these creatures were not fooled easily but they were gullible in their hope of the girl being the one they had so keenly looked for, with her wandering eyes and plainly pale-pink cheeks that seemed to darken every time her name might be mentioned or even if it were not mentioned and just simply possibly thought.
She thought this accusation absurd and her blue dress puffed up around her, the ties waving like arms as if to throw them up in anger as her cheeks flared further into their ever-lasting red color. It wasn’t that she did not want to be the warrior-girl they so sought, it was more that she did not believe she could be- she could not be the one who defeated the evil queen whom you would think would not be so evil as she was known for her hearts, she could not be the one who restored the land’s freedom, she just couldn’t be that one! But oh! She was that one as those creatures would soon find out.
World Literature 8
12/19/13
Dickensian
She was a curious girl, always sticking her nose into trouble without meaning to, apologizing, then finding the misfortune again. This is how she came to find the rabbit with the incessantly ticking watch that always seemed to click too fast and the magic world accessed by a hole in the ground. It was no wonder that she was friend to a sneaky cat who smiled and laughed with her jokes that weren’t actually meant to be jokes at all and a crazy man whom resembled something like a clown yet not so much like a clown than a fool with outlandish hats and again, no wonder, that every man she met pondered her sanity with questionable looks and severe interest in her state of mind. Snooping, prying, nosiness, gripping concentration- these all kept her apart from the real world and the real world apart from her. In the dull, boring days that passed her by, she drew colors into the earth with great imagination and dreams, wonderful creations, senseless thoughts, which came to life when she fell into that hole in the ground.
In that hole, there were strange things to discover and people, rather I should say things again, of the same sort to meet, and everyone telling her she was not the right her she was supposed to be, or maybe that she wasn’t the her they were looking for, or maybe yet the person she might be that they were looking for could quite possibly be it. She was not strong, or brave, or heroic with her gnarled blonde hair, paper-white skin, short appearance, and tiny feet. She could not run fast or even think with great clarity and even if she could, she would not dare to be brave still which seemed quite odd for a girl with such inquisitiveness. Yet these wild-looking creatures, which remind me much of lopsided figures with their heads not quite the right size, or ears that were slightly bigger on one side than the other, or one’s roundness that seemed similar to that of an egg, still wondered if she might be her that they should be looking for as she had followed that odd rabbit and fallen down that large hole.
Now, mind you, these creatures were not fooled easily but they were gullible in their hope of the girl being the one they had so keenly looked for, with her wandering eyes and plainly pale-pink cheeks that seemed to darken every time her name might be mentioned or even if it were not mentioned and just simply possibly thought.
She thought this accusation absurd and her blue dress puffed up around her, the ties waving like arms as if to throw them up in anger as her cheeks flared further into their ever-lasting red color. It wasn’t that she did not want to be the warrior-girl they so sought, it was more that she did not believe she could be- she could not be the one who defeated the evil queen whom you would think would not be so evil as she was known for her hearts, she could not be the one who restored the land’s freedom, she just couldn’t be that one! But oh! She was that one as those creatures would soon find out.
Hunter Fabretti
Period 4
12/18/13
Dickensian
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Period 4
12/18/13
Dickensian
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