The Dark Realm (part 1)

Ok this is a story I am writing it is kind of like Alice in Wonderland in the scence of traveling to different realms but it is really not like it... It has a few surprising charectors and twist and just wait till I get all of the charectors.

Can you survive this startling new realm that this poor girl stumbled opon. LOL i really dont know what to write here soo... Lol ttyl xox. Monster High dolls rule? Idk

Created by: Ellisianmatters

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Our "When Will I Die" Quiz?

  1. Once opon a time, for that is how all fairy tales begin I belive there was me. My name is Madelin. Madelin Matters. I never was important (popular), or invited to parties (or anywhere for that matter), or eved agnowledged (?) for that matter.. But one day my life changed. I was no longer the copper haired, green eyed, shy goth (well I am not fully goth... like a mix) girl in the corner. I was- no AM a warrior, but lets start from the beginning. Shall we?
  2. "WATCH IT!" boomed the tree like person that knocked me to the floor. My pens and pencils were scattered every where and a small crowd was gathering around us. I tried to rescue the broken utincils but failed as people kicked them away and scattered them even more. Abandoning the usless project I looked up at the tree. It was none other than Dan Peterson. The quarterback of The Blue devils High. (lol LOVE Easy A) He glared down at me with a smug smirk. I wanted nothing mre than to punch him and wipe that look off of his hideous face but went back to gathering the items. It was one of those moments where something you would have not normaly been interested in would have suddenly become important so that you didnt kill someone. Reaching for my favorite orange pen I cried out as a heavy boot smased down on my hand, shattering the pen and sending shards of plastic deep inside my palm. Intaking a deep breath I got to my feet and reopened my eyes. I stared straight into him eyes and smiled. I reached into my stil open locker and plucked a huge and heavy hard back book out of my locker (my project for the next two days) and flung it at his head. It hit with a massive thunk and cut open a deep slash right above his eye. Then I ran like nobodies buisness.
  3. I ran untill my breath had escaped me with every tiny exhail. Untill dark spots started to gather at the edges of my vision. Untill I knew the school was miles away. Untill I reached my home. Well it wasnt much of a home. Just a house... Well mansion. It held faint memories of when it was beautiful and glorous. When my mother had played with me and held me. Of the good days before my adoptive father died. Before my adoptive mother turned into a dark and bitter woman. Before my life became pure hell. The door flew open with a lound scraping and my mothr stood there barely staying upright with her short blonde hair in a messy bun and cold dark eyes glued onto me. "Get in." she hissed and I dropped my head and obeyed.
  4. I silently stepped onto the porch and tried not to cry out as she grabbed a huge fist ful of my copper locks. "Since you decided you were too cool for school you little whore you can stay in the basement for as long as I think you should. Got it?" she hissed. She was so close I could smell her rancid acohol coated breath and almost gagged. As we grew nearer to the kitchen I began to feel the knot forming in my stomache. It again. It was where she put me every time she was drunk. he basement. She used to jus scream that I was unwanted. A waste of air. But I always held strong... Untill my friends started to cast me out. Then I became empty. As empty as the basement. She unfasened the locks and threw me down the stairs. "Sweet Dreams, sweety." she growled and shut the door right behind me. Locking me in again. Again... As I dagged myself to the corner of the room I sighed. I wondered how long it would be untill she took me out again. Last time I nearly starved down here. Two Days. Fourty eight hours. I just want this to be over. To go away. To uit this wretched life, but I cant, I though to my self, I cant... Then drifted off. **dream** I was standing in a dark room. Was it even a room? It looked endless. I was searching for something. What it was? That I didnt know... Then a sudden light flared up in the distance and I took off running to it."Not yet Red." a enchantincly smooth voice said. ""For WHAT?!" I cried still running. "You have been summoned."
  5. I woke up to a low but beautiful voice singing. Blinking a few times I sat up and stared around me in amazment. It was beutiful... Well to me anyways. There was a deep red water fall trickling down a steep drop. Like somebody just sawed a huge chunk of land clean off. Also I was sitting on a makeshift raft floating in deep red water... Crimson colored... Like blood. I shreiked and tried to stand up of wich only made the raft wobble in the blood. It was a LAKE of BLOOD. Just then a cold hand clamped down on my armand I turned to face this half man fish person. His deep melodic voice enchanted me so much as to where I didnt know I was moving untill one of my hands dipped in the crimson nectar. It was as if cold water was thrown over my faace I snapped back to my scences and kicked the ugly thing away just as it flicked its tail in the air and slammed it down on the lake. A tidal wave pushed my raft faster than I thought possible to the shore.As it grew nearer I gasped at the trees and grass. The trees were a dark purple and seemed to entertwine their branches in a way that didnt seem possible. The grass was a startling checker board like pattern and moved even though there was no breeze. I was so foucased on it that when the wave flicked my akeshift raft into the air I went sailing sky high and crashed into a rectangular rock. My last thought goodbye. To everyone.
  6. Ok thats it I died good bye! LOL no I didnt! Its just gettin good!
  7. A firey pain embedded itself in my back. It felt as if I was being ripped in two.The pain was so startling my fingers raked at my shoulder blades and I couldnt hold my screams of pure agony in any longer. I reached out for god knows what and my hand curled around a something smooth and long. As it slipped from where it stood I saw a bright flash of light and the pain faded. After a few moments I just sat still. Healing myelf. Then I slowly eased myself up to stand and looked down, startled. My normal jeans and a tee were replaced with a green huntres outfit and a red cloak. The moost startling change was the wings. A set of midnight colored wings gleamed in the light and in lay a pure black sword. It had red crimson colored gems embeded in the hilt and both the wings and sword were easily covered by the cloak. What is this places deal with red?
  8. A that second a bright flash of silver caught my attention and I wipped out my sword to counteract the attack. As my sword colidded with the silver bright gold sparks flew every where and I fell to my knees. Flashes of memories flashed through my mind. A basket, a warm hug, a smile, blonde curls, two girls one red hair one blonde carring a basket into the woods, a red cloak, a wolf, and lastly a bleeding old woman. My eyes snapped open and looked over to a girl my age with blonde curls. This was too weird. We were like two grown up versions of those girls. "Alice" I wispered and she nodded. "Red" she smiled "Its good to have you back. There is a whole lot to tell ya."
  9. CLIFFHANGER!!!! I am evil sorry... Not a whole lot of time on my hands.
  10. bye zees

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