Cotton Mist Shirt

This is part of a story I had to write for my 8th grade english class and I started writing more and more as it came to me. I have nine chapters so far, and this is an excerpt of the first. If you want to read more, just tell me and I'll send it to you.

This was my original question, but I edited it a little. Tell me if you like this one or the other one better.

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Thanks so much! And as for the title, still undecided. Any suggestions? Haha doubt it, but no harm in asking!

Thanks again! And constructive critism welcome, just don't be mean and be please.

Oh! And thanks for giving me suggestions on the last question!

I was somewhere dark. I knew that much, but that was the only thing I knew. I noticed that I was watching myself; it was almost like watching a mirror, I was aware of every movement I made. So I was obviously dreaming, even it all felt so real.

Wind was wrapping around my body as if it were an icy blanket made of air. My eyes watered as the blanket wrapped around my face. It felt like silk, but I didn’t want it. I didn’t want this bitter, foreign feeling that was enveloping me in itself.

As I searched for a way to make it stop, to wake up, I heard the soft hiss of a whisper inside my head.

“Come seek him where the columns stand,”

Whose voice was that? I could see it in my dream-self’s eyes that she heard the whispers too. She looked around her shoulder, searching for the speaker, but there was nothing there. She was alone.

“Where the god of thieves will be on land”

The whispering was raspy and had a foreign accent; it reminded me of something I’d heard before…

The wind was still wrapping around me, getting colder and colder, but I knew I had to listen, stay alert, concentrated. It was important; I knew I had to find out what this meant.

“Two days it will take to find,”

The whispering was getting softer, like it was drifting away.

Mist started swirling around and it grew even colder. I could see my breath turn into fog, mixing in with the churning haze.

“The caduceus he left behind.”

The cad-a-what? I had heard it somewhere before, but couldn’t quite recall what it had meant.

The whispering had stopped but the blanket was still draped around me, suffocating me with an icy sensation.

My dream-self was shuddering with cold.

The more I thought about what I had just heard, the more I figured this wasn’t just an ordinary dream.

I had never felt anything like this before. It was so realistic that while I was asleep, the wind had me shivering in my bed, just like my dream-self. I could tell that I was twisting around, beads of perspiration sliding down my neck and into the small of my back. This led me to realize that even though I was completely aware of my dream surroundings, I was also alert to the fact of what was happening in my conscious state. I knew I was sleeping, but I could feel the sheets of my bed wrapped around my ankles like snakes; and at the same time, I felt the layer of nipping cold around me. This made me a bit worried. I had never had a dream so fearfully real.

I wanted this to be over. I wanted to wake up and take a deep breath, tell myself that this hadn’t been real. But I knew better. This was essential; I could just feel it in my veins. I needed to remember this when I woke up…I couldn’t forget…

Suddenly, I sat bolt upright on my bed. My eyes were still shut, for some reason I was unaware of. My gray, cotton t-shirt, sticky with sweat, caught on my back uncomfortably. The bed sheets were knotted around my feet and felt itchy in my clammy room.

I opened my eyes, and for a daunting moment, I couldn’t see anything. All I saw was darkness, just like in my dream. Then, my room came into view. I sighed in relief and took a deep breath, trying to steady my wild heartbeat.

Glancing to my left, I saw that the time on the clock read 7:12 am.

Reluctantly, I realized I had to be ready for school in 48 minutes.
I rolled off of my bed, untangling my feet, and stood staring at myself in my full-length mirror, which reminded me of my dream. I shivered and took another deep breath.

“Breathe,” I told myself out loud, “Just breathe.”

My usually smooth, wavy brown hair was piled on top of my head in a thick mass of curls and knots. The soft glow of my red-tinged alarm clock was casting a crimson silhouette on my distinctive, light green eyes, making them look a bit wicked and gloomy. I stared at my petite, doll-like nose, and pastel pink pursed lips.


And ta-da! Haha...remember that it's just an excerpt. That's why it ends kind of abruptly.

Thanks everyone who answers! =]
© 2009
because "girly" told me so... =))

That was really fricken good. I want the rest please haha. Oh and when you (if you) give it out to people, make sure to put some copyright thing on it cause thats what I do ahah.

2009-05-21 21:35:22 by ♥*≈кαт≈*♥

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This is part of a story I had to write for my 8th grade english class and I started writing more and more as it came to me. I have nine chapters so far, and this is an excerpt of the first. If you want to read more, just tell me and I'll send it to you.

This was my original question, but I edited it a little. Tell me if you like this one or the other one better.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index; _ylt=AgqQTO0WHaHQMi.YcAJRGWTsy6IX;_ylv=3 ?qid=20090520213112AAkxO7k

Thanks so much! And as for the title, still undecided. Any suggestions? Haha doubt it, but no harm in asking!

Thanks again! And constructive critism welcome, just don't be mean and be please.

Oh! And thanks for giving me suggestions on the last question!

I was somewhere dark. I knew that much, but that was the only thing I knew. I noticed that I was watching myself; it was almost like watching a mirror, I was aware of every movement I made. So I was obviously dreaming, even it all felt so real.

Wind was wrapping around my body as if it were an icy blanket made of air. My eyes watered as the blanket wrapped around my face. It felt like silk, but I didn’t want it. I didn’t want this bitter, foreign feeling that was enveloping me in itself.

As I searched for a way to make it stop, to wake up, I heard the soft hiss of a whisper inside my head.

“Come seek him where the columns stand,”

Whose voice was that? I could see it in my dream-self’s eyes that she heard the whispers too. She looked around her shoulder, searching for the speaker, but there was nothing there. She was alone.

“Where the god of thieves will be on land”

The whispering was raspy and had a foreign accent; it reminded me of something I’d heard before…

The wind was still wrapping around me, getting colder and colder, but I knew I had to listen, stay alert, concentrated. It was important; I knew I had to find out what this meant.

“Two days it will take to find,”

The whispering was getting softer, like it was drifting away.

Mist started swirling around and it grew even colder. I could see my breath turn into fog, mixing in with the churning haze.

“The caduceus he left behind.”

The cad-a-what? I had heard it somewhere before, but couldn’t quite recall what it had meant.

The whispering had stopped but the blanket was still draped around me, suffocating me with an icy sensation.

My dream-self was shuddering with cold.

The more I thought about what I had just heard, the more I figured this wasn’t just an ordinary dream.

I had never felt anything like this before. It was so realistic that while I was asleep, the wind had me shivering in my bed, just like my dream-self. I could tell that I was twisting around, beads of perspiration sliding down my neck and into the small of my back. This led me to realize that even though I was completely aware of my dream surroundings, I was also alert to the fact of what was happening in my conscious state. I knew I was sleeping, but I could feel the sheets of my bed wrapped around my ankles like snakes; and at the same time, I felt the layer of nipping cold around me. This made me a bit worried. I had never had a dream so fearfully real.

I wanted this to be over. I wanted to wake up and take a deep breath, tell myself that this hadn’t been real. But I knew better. This was essential; I could just feel it in my veins. I needed to remember this when I woke up…I couldn’t forget…

Suddenly, I sat bolt upright on my bed. My eyes were still shut, for some reason I was unaware of. My gray, cotton t-shirt, sticky with sweat, caught on my back uncomfortably. The bed sheets were knotted around my feet and felt itchy in my clammy room.

I opened my eyes, and for a daunting moment, I couldn’t see anything. All I saw was darkness, just like in my dream. Then, my room came into view. I sighed in relief and took a deep breath, trying to steady my wild heartbeat.

Glancing to my left, I saw that the time on the clock read 7:12 am.

Reluctantly, I realized I had to be ready for school in 48 minutes.
I rolled off of my bed, untangling my feet, and stood staring at myself in my full-length mirror, which reminded me of my dream. I shivered and took another deep breath.

“Breathe,” I told myself out loud, “Just breathe.”

My usually smooth, wavy brown hair was piled on top of my head in a thick mass of curls and knots. The soft glow of my red-tinged alarm clock was casting a crimson silhouette on my distinctive, light green eyes, making them look a bit wicked and gloomy. I stared at my petite, doll-like nose, and pastel pink pursed lips.


And ta-da! Haha...remember that it's just an excerpt. That's why it ends kind of abruptly.

Thanks everyone who answers! =]

omg!

i want to read more!!!

its in some ways like twilight....you need to let me read more.

i would give you an A+

and probably 50 points extra credit!

2009-05-21 18:58:16 by ♥*≈кαт≈*♥

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Ruffled sleeves
Snap bottom closure

My first one ever, about what annoys me along with worst bits of my life.
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Don’t you just hate it when everything goes right?
When everything goes wrong, one is content and the mind is at ease.
Say you have a friend, you give him a nudge in the right direction,
Then bam you fall for him,
No one else in the world matters not even your parents,
The whole nine yards of clichés,
Not seeing anyone when he’s around
But that nudge made your whole wonderous world collapse,
He has a friend with benefits,
And you just want to tie up the person who told him to shoot for the moon; yours truly.
It can’t get better than this.



As if that isn’t enough, the rest of the world is out to aggravate you.
Dearest mother, dressing you up tightly,
Tightly, overpowering bundles of soft clouds,
With no previous experience of this,
Just several experiences of this and many more cotton wool-ing returns to come.
It can’t get better than this.



Picture this: you in that dreaded passenger seat,
The driver is driving so slow,
On top of that crime that person leaves such a minute gap,
A gap in between the car you’re in and the car in front,
It’s just only an ample gap to swing an elephant in,
As well as outrageously fit 2 cars in.
Emotionally I fill with shame and red mist when in this situation,
The person might as well have;
on the run from life sentence for insanely awful driving.
It shouldn’t even be called driving more making the way in a car.
The same person when not driving yells stop to the driver next to her,
She yells stop as she panics when people drive faster than her normal limit,
As if a sudden stop will cause less harm than driving fast.
It can’t get better than this.


If that isn’t enough, the whole world isn’t against you all the time,
So called friends backstab each other,
I obviously see the vital point of that,
You have nothing interesting going on in your life so you create entertainment,
Entertainment that’s genuinely going to make the others laugh out loud.
After that somewhat entertainment’s novelty diminishes,
Us, with no lives, indulge in gossip,
Futile gossip acquired by inane people, paparazzi,
Definition of paparazzi, they’re lawyers except they lie candidly,
Bottom rank of society scavenging saucy scandals.
It can’t get better than this.

‘Oh darling we have to sell our country retreat, how ever will we survive?’
It’s not as if 99.9% of the country is on benefits, just can afford a house and money to buy food.
Excessive spending really makes me see red,
In one shop they charged extra money for a shirt with sleeves rolled up,
Compared to a shirt with sleeves not rolled up,
Why people, who are intelligent fools or are mentally 5 year olds
Or even both, shop there baffle me.
It can’t get better than this.



People who are prejudiced, who discriminate,
Judges others in general, who stereotype,
Even if the stereotypes are 100% accurate,
Nothing describes an English person better than
A fish and chip eating, tea drinking person
And a Canadian as
A maple syrup eating, French speaking, hockey playing lumberjack,
Don’t you just want to shake all those people and
Hand them a one way ticket to Timbuktu.



Hypocrites and people who don’t listen bother me,
The two go hand in hand when Al Gore is concerned,
One would clearly remember what one said,
Even if the person who wasn’t listening to you doesn’t,
If so Al Gore is deaf when it comes to his own words,
He talks all about climate change, reducing the effect,
He’s walking the walk around his mansion, imagine the bill,
That is not lavish compared to an enormous 2 two roomed bungalow,
Most of us own at least 2 mansions in our lifetime,
Al Gore is so last year and behind in times.
It can’t get better than this.



Follow thy shepherd, for thou are lost sheep.
The world’s going to end soon and find faith in thy lord sooner.
The whole whim of preaching and converting others, especially me,
Has successfully failed, the inverse has happened,
Very simple and not thought provoking at all,
Even if you led a good life,
Worst thing you ever done were forgetting to feed the fishes
But you don’t believe,
You get to go to the almighty, astounding, scorching, stylish, red place
Whereas an imprisoned serial murderer who repents and asks for forgiveness,
Get to go to the pearly white gates.
It can’t get better than this.
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sorry it's long, thanks to those who took the time to read it

Thanks, you caught me at a time when i was bored stiff with time to kill, and that was the perfect antidote i read it all very slowly.

Cannot clean the carpet , the vacuum`s broke.

Didn`t eat yesterdays dinner so i have to reheat and eat today.

The door bells ceased to ring so cannot hear callers.

IT cannot get better than this.

2009-09-11 16:39:11 by Amore vole fe

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