A Trip To The Future
June 25, 1798
6:00 AM
A little house, in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place for an introvert 12-year-old girl, during the Summer. The revolutionary war had only ended fifteen years ago. People were finally coming out of their comfort zones again now that the war resulted. Although, that wasn’t the case for everyone. 1748 Brittle Rd, inside, a girl slept in her bed, sound asleep. Her name, Emily. The house was one story, part of it had a second floor, for the master bedroom. The house was olive green rusty wood for the first floor, the second floor was daffodil yellow. The house had a porch on the other side that didn’t face the road. The backyard was huge with corn fields and forests surrounding, the fields belonged to the neighboring farmers, but they did own a small patch of corn. Inside was full of comfy furniture.
Emily woke up to birds flying by. She sat up in her coral colored bed. She reached to her right and picked up her glasses. She pulled her woodchip hair behind her ears to place her glasses on top of them. Her hair had been through a hurricane during the last night. Emily reached for the blinds behind her, opening them. She rag-dolled out her bed and headed for the bath.
Emily lit a cherry blossom candle while she laid out in the bathtub. She dried up and tied her hair into a messy bun, while it was still half wet. Emily headed to her wardrobe. She and her mother hadn’t done the laundry since last week so her choices were limited. She ended up wearing a dusty rose sweater and ivory medium-sized shorts. Emily checked the clock, it was eight in the morning, usually, her mom would’ve told her her chores for the day by now. Emily headed out the doors of her room and walked down the hall, to the stairs that lead to her mother’s bedroom.
It was dark. Emily opened the window, wind and dust came bursting in. She walked to her mother's bed, it was empty, only a note on her bedside table. It stated that her mother had headed out to buy meat for dinner, she left an apple and a glass of water for Emily once she wanted something to eat.
That was normal for Emily, so you could say. Her jobs were pretty simple, get the daily corn from the corn stalks out back, go check the shed for tools, prepare places for the July plants, tasks like that. So, Emily had to go and get the job done. She stuck the note into her shorts pocket, then headed back down the stairs. When she walked down, something bumped into her shoulder, she turned but nothing was there. She was spooked, but for only a moment. She quickly recovered and headed to the kitchen. Like her mother had written, there were an apple and a weirdly shaped glass of water. The apple didn’t look like it was safe to eat, so Emily just drank the glass of water and headed out to start her chores.
She slid the door open and stepped out onto the back wooden porch. She headed to the side that had a small set of stairs that lead to the ground. Emily jumped down them two by two. She headed over to near the edge of the backyard, where a seven by eight field of corn was. She was about to climb over the hill when she remembered she needed to get a basket to collect them. She turned around and headed towards the shed. The shed was old and rusty, but, it held out. Emily reached and swung the door open, she could hear the screws screech from being old.
A cobweb said hi to her face once she walked in. Emily swung her hands around to get it off. The shed was old, but pretty clean, except for a few cobwebs here and there. Almost no light shone through the four windows because no one bothered to open their curtains. Plus olive light wasn’t that bad, as long as you could see what you needed to, then it’s doable. It was big enough to fit at least a queens bed, but it felt cramp because of all the junk inside. Whatever Emily and her mother didn’t need inside the house, they threw aside into the shed. Emily could see a straw basket near the back corner. She made her way to it. When she grabbed onto the edge of one of the sides, a force pushed her to the ground. The basket scratched the floor. Emily looked around frantically, shocked. There wasn’t anyone there but her, so what pushed her. Her mother had told her that ghost didn’t exist, neither did any of those other myths. But now she was reconsidering those words. She grabbed the basket and made a run for it, scared out of her wits, slamming the door, which the shed didn’t like at all.
“Alright, so maybe ghost exists, what else is new?” Emily told herself. She headed to back over to the backyard. She took a few seconds and laid down the back side of the hill. Once she was calmed down, she got back up. She walked to the top of the hill, and that’s when it happened. When she reached the top, the floor was still there, but she wasn’t. The straw basket fell from her hands and rolled back down the hillside. Emily went through the floor, into the middle of the earth.
She landed flat on her back, her lungs choked on air. It was dark, all she saw was the whatever was inside of the ground, one and a half feet away from her. Emily had already been spooked enough, she didn’t need to find out she was dead! Wait, she wasn’t dead, yet? Emily stood up, her back hurt. She reached her hands out, there was some sort of wall barrier all around, except for one direction. She attempted to walk in the direction. It worked. She then kept heading in that direction.
She walked for about a solid seven minutes at best, and man, her stamina sucked. She was already out of breath, huffing, and puffing by the time she reached another invisible wall. She took a quick breather, then studied the new barrier she had reached. She felt around, it seemed to be a door, a very cold door. As she kept touching around, she felt a handle! She studied the handle, no lock! Emily wrapped her hands around the handle and pushed with all her might. No luck. The door didn’t seem to be old or rusty. Then she had an idea. She tightened her hands and pulled, it opened. It only had to open an inch for light to pour through. Emily's eyes stung a little, but luckily they weren’t sensitive like her mothers. Emily pulled with all her might as the big metal door flooded the strange tunnels with white light.
6:00 AM
A little house, in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place for an introvert 12-year-old girl, during the Summer. The revolutionary war had only ended fifteen years ago. People were finally coming out of their comfort zones again now that the war resulted. Although, that wasn’t the case for everyone. 1748 Brittle Rd, inside, a girl slept in her bed, sound asleep. Her name, Emily. The house was one story, part of it had a second floor, for the master bedroom. The house was olive green rusty wood for the first floor, the second floor was daffodil yellow. The house had a porch on the other side that didn’t face the road. The backyard was huge with corn fields and forests surrounding, the fields belonged to the neighboring farmers, but they did own a small patch of corn. Inside was full of comfy furniture.
Emily woke up to birds flying by. She sat up in her coral colored bed. She reached to her right and picked up her glasses. She pulled her woodchip hair behind her ears to place her glasses on top of them. Her hair had been through a hurricane during the last night. Emily reached for the blinds behind her, opening them. She rag-dolled out her bed and headed for the bath.
Emily lit a cherry blossom candle while she laid out in the bathtub. She dried up and tied her hair into a messy bun, while it was still half wet. Emily headed to her wardrobe. She and her mother hadn’t done the laundry since last week so her choices were limited. She ended up wearing a dusty rose sweater and ivory medium-sized shorts. Emily checked the clock, it was eight in the morning, usually, her mom would’ve told her her chores for the day by now. Emily headed out the doors of her room and walked down the hall, to the stairs that lead to her mother’s bedroom.
It was dark. Emily opened the window, wind and dust came bursting in. She walked to her mother's bed, it was empty, only a note on her bedside table. It stated that her mother had headed out to buy meat for dinner, she left an apple and a glass of water for Emily once she wanted something to eat.
That was normal for Emily, so you could say. Her jobs were pretty simple, get the daily corn from the corn stalks out back, go check the shed for tools, prepare places for the July plants, tasks like that. So, Emily had to go and get the job done. She stuck the note into her shorts pocket, then headed back down the stairs. When she walked down, something bumped into her shoulder, she turned but nothing was there. She was spooked, but for only a moment. She quickly recovered and headed to the kitchen. Like her mother had written, there were an apple and a weirdly shaped glass of water. The apple didn’t look like it was safe to eat, so Emily just drank the glass of water and headed out to start her chores.
She slid the door open and stepped out onto the back wooden porch. She headed to the side that had a small set of stairs that lead to the ground. Emily jumped down them two by two. She headed over to near the edge of the backyard, where a seven by eight field of corn was. She was about to climb over the hill when she remembered she needed to get a basket to collect them. She turned around and headed towards the shed. The shed was old and rusty, but, it held out. Emily reached and swung the door open, she could hear the screws screech from being old.
A cobweb said hi to her face once she walked in. Emily swung her hands around to get it off. The shed was old, but pretty clean, except for a few cobwebs here and there. Almost no light shone through the four windows because no one bothered to open their curtains. Plus olive light wasn’t that bad, as long as you could see what you needed to, then it’s doable. It was big enough to fit at least a queens bed, but it felt cramp because of all the junk inside. Whatever Emily and her mother didn’t need inside the house, they threw aside into the shed. Emily could see a straw basket near the back corner. She made her way to it. When she grabbed onto the edge of one of the sides, a force pushed her to the ground. The basket scratched the floor. Emily looked around frantically, shocked. There wasn’t anyone there but her, so what pushed her. Her mother had told her that ghost didn’t exist, neither did any of those other myths. But now she was reconsidering those words. She grabbed the basket and made a run for it, scared out of her wits, slamming the door, which the shed didn’t like at all.
“Alright, so maybe ghost exists, what else is new?” Emily told herself. She headed to back over to the backyard. She took a few seconds and laid down the back side of the hill. Once she was calmed down, she got back up. She walked to the top of the hill, and that’s when it happened. When she reached the top, the floor was still there, but she wasn’t. The straw basket fell from her hands and rolled back down the hillside. Emily went through the floor, into the middle of the earth.
She landed flat on her back, her lungs choked on air. It was dark, all she saw was the whatever was inside of the ground, one and a half feet away from her. Emily had already been spooked enough, she didn’t need to find out she was dead! Wait, she wasn’t dead, yet? Emily stood up, her back hurt. She reached her hands out, there was some sort of wall barrier all around, except for one direction. She attempted to walk in the direction. It worked. She then kept heading in that direction.
She walked for about a solid seven minutes at best, and man, her stamina sucked. She was already out of breath, huffing, and puffing by the time she reached another invisible wall. She took a quick breather, then studied the new barrier she had reached. She felt around, it seemed to be a door, a very cold door. As she kept touching around, she felt a handle! She studied the handle, no lock! Emily wrapped her hands around the handle and pushed with all her might. No luck. The door didn’t seem to be old or rusty. Then she had an idea. She tightened her hands and pulled, it opened. It only had to open an inch for light to pour through. Emily's eyes stung a little, but luckily they weren’t sensitive like her mothers. Emily pulled with all her might as the big metal door flooded the strange tunnels with white light.
Reducio
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Each new post will be a new chapter.
Chapter update schedule: N/A
Please don't post anything if you're a student
Written by me
Last edited by Alexx Séverin on 27 Apr 2019, 17:45, edited 1 time in total.
Reason: Changed to RPG :)
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