Post by SECRET ROSE on Jul 31, 2010 23:35:04 GMT -5
Hey, I just wanted some review on all the books I've been attempting lately. It'll be very scrambled, so I'll label all of them.
The End of the Rabbit Hole
Set the stage.
A girl sits in a hammock by the bank of a river.
Her sister sat with her until very recently.
She cracks open a book, and tries to read about her idols.
The book fails to amuse her.
She drifts off to sleep.
A rabbit watches with the tiniest, maniacal smile
The rabbit too is waiting for fate to snatch him up in its claws.
And the story begins.
Another story of Wonderland, and of Alice.
A story not so unfamiliar to all you readers, and yet one very strange.
A story in which Wonderland needs the help of an outsider more than ever.
And a story, in which the hero does not lead the play, but directs it.
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, COMENCE.
White checked his watch, his black rabbit ears twitched. So they weren’t all white (his left ear had a white spot at the tip), he still claimed to be the ‘White Rabbit.’ Most of the time. It was displeasure that made his ears twitch. Stupid field. Stupid place called ‘Earth.’ Whatever, he’d do it for his queen. Wonderful, beautiful, Red Queen, Mia. Ack, he was getting lost in daydream again, he had a mission to fulfill… He glanced at his clock again.
“ACK!! I’M LATE, HOW IN THE HISTORY OF CARROTCAKE AM I LATE?! I’M LATE!!!TEN MINUTES LATE. ” The rabbit screamed. He sunk to his knees, sobbing. After just a moment, he wiped his tears on a white sleeve and stood, gently lifting his large pocket watch from the ground. A prized possession. His nose twitched. White was humanoid, just a boy with strange ears… but his nose still was a bit more flexible than humans. And he had a stronger sense of smell as well. Of course, he could smell his target. Good, she was still sleeping.
Alice was not what White had expected. She was more…normal. She had hair obviously dyed, black. Her eyes were closed, a magazine lay draped over her small form. Alice lay in a hammock hanging from the only two trees in the meadow, she wore black with a blue scarf around her neck. Shade dripped coolly over her tiny features. She was younger than White, perhaps by nine or ten years, and not anything pretty to look at. Aw… too bad, what a shame thought White. Still, it was on his mistress’s orders. And he would obey the mistress. There was nothing (literally nothing) that White wouldn’t do for his mistress.
The rabbit approached Alice with a certain air of caution. She was special and she might be dangerous. He looked at her for a moment, then did the only sensible thing. He picked her up easily, she was tiny. Then he thought better and set her down again. She let out a tiny snore. The rabbit danced backward and held out his watch. A small orb emerged from the one on the clock face. The little brass orb had but one thing to break its round surface; a face that read like a digital clock. In red letters it held the message; 00:39. It counted down, ticking quietly. A small smile crossed the rabbit’s lips as his soft ears turned entirely black except a white spot where the black one had been moments ago. And the happy little bunny White had been pretending to be disappeared, he was not playing Mr. Niceguy with a stupid miniature wanna-be-goth chick. He tossed the sphere, and as it hit the ground twenty feet from the girl it exploded. A few more followed it, four more to be exact. Of course, Alice woke. That was White’s purpose, after all, and White always reached his purpose.
“What the hell?! I was trying to take a nap.” Alice rubbed sleep from her sea-blue eyes.
“You’re coming with me, Miss Alice Liddell,” White growled.
“No, I’m not comin’ with you. And how do you know my name. You creepy rabbit eared kid.”
The darker side of White didn’t like that. “Did you just call me a kid?”
“Yes, you creep, I called you a kid with bunny ears.” Alice stood and brushed her dress off. She looked pretty ticked off about him burning her Star Magazine to a crisp. She held up the black bits remaining.
“You rabbit kid, why the hell did you burn my magazine. My idols were in that magazine. Why’d you go off and do that?”
“You need to chill, chika.” The black eared rabbit gave a thumbs down sign.
“No, I do not need to chill. I’m a completely innocent ten year old girl with a normal life. So back off you strange rabbit.” Alice threw the charred remnants of her magazine in his face.
“Shut up or I’ll shut you up.” The threat was not frivolous, not fake. She saw it in his eyes, glimmering with hateful fire. She shut her mouth.
“Good, now you’re coming with me.”
“Yes, I’m comin’ with you,” Alice pouted. White grabbed her and dragged her into the forest at the other side of the field. He took her into the darkest shadows of the woodland, to the edge of a cliff littered with bones. Human bones, or at least humanoid bones.
“What the hell are those?”
“Bones, of the girls who weren’t smart enough to humor me.” White laughed maniacally. Alice didn’t respond, just trembled.
“Oh, do you want to jump, or shall I push you?” Another peel of insane laughter. White took her annoyed silence as an answer, he pushed her, hard. She fell with a scream, down the cliff and out of sight. White followed with a whoop and a cackle. The rabbit plummeted, parallel to the cliff. He fell through a giant ribcage that would probably be worth a fortune if sold to a museum, and that would have explained why humans didn’t stay in the sea in their earlier forms. White had seen it a hundred times before, and paid it no mind. Then darkness came as he penetrated the earth. For a moment, White couldn’t see anything while his icy eyes adjusted. His white-blonde bangs continued whipping in and out of his eyesight, still an evil grin spread to his lips as the adrenaline of falling pulsed through his veins. So he was a thrill-seeker bunny. He was just like that. The rabbit tucked into a ball and plunged faster, catching up with the panicking Alice Liddell. She was breathing fast and shallow and trying to see in the darkness. He put his hands on her shoulders as he slowed falling. She calmed slightly, but still she was silent. Surprise, surprise.
“How do you like falling, chica?”
“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!” It was the first time he’d heard a sentence from the little black haired girl that wasn’t entirely aimed at pissing him off, perhaps this girl wasn’t all that bad inside. They kept on falling. The rabbit pressed his ears against his skull as he flipped downward. Alice screamed. White cackled. Then they hit. The landing was soft. They’d landed on a roof of some sort. Except it was too large and too dark to be a roof, like the back of a velvet cloth that was the sky of a strange world.
“Why didn’t it break?! It breaks for one person falling on it but not for two?! This. Is. Messed. Up.!” White stamped a foot on the soft standing they’d been given. The sky backing fell through, splintering and dropping away onto the world below. It was a world thick with silence and forests and castles, mysteries and lakes, animals and music and peculiarity. And most of all, thick with magic. Wonderland. And there descent slowed and brightened, as they were falling the sun was rising on this world. A deceptively sweet poison. A flower, that like nightshade, will only bloom in darkness and shrivel before any recognition is given. The world was an enticing secret, an escape from the world that every human thought of as ‘real.’ And it was an escape that couldn’t be escaped.
The rabbit had once been an ‘outsider,’ so many years before. He barely remembered now, just kept turning the clock in his heart back further and further. Still, he once had been an outsider. Wonderland had sucked him in, so many years ago. Him and his sister. His poor, poor sister. d*mn, he shouldn’t have been thinking about that. He was stopped quite suddenly anyway, by hitting the roof. And abruptly falling through the roof. Pain hurt, but White knew that years ago. Still, it shocked him whenever he felt pain. And pain hurt. And oww, stupid splintery ceiling was supposed to have held, unlike the sky. The rabbit growled low in his throat as he picked himself up and brushed off his coat. Alice had fallen close, and seemed unharmed as she got up and looked around the small entryway.
“It gets bigger,” White reassured.
“Alright… and we have to go through the big door, I take it.”
“Yeah. Big door, big room. So glad you’ve discovered the physics behind the world.”
“So… we go on?” White didn’t answer; he just licked the orange marmalade off his fingers. How he’d gotten marmalade? Simple, the walls of the rabbit hole were covered in jars of the stuff, the trick was finding the full one. Alice got impatient she shoved open the door and found herself looking at a large hallway lined with doors.
“What now?” she asked, turning those pretty eyes back to White.
“Figure it out.” And with that, he vanished to watch her in the shadows.
“O-okay.” Alice set off down the hallway, trying each one and failing each time. Finally, she came to the three legged table in the room at the end of the hall. It was entirely glass, and shone darkly. White cast a glance to the object on the table. A tiny golden key lay in the center, beautiful and sparkling. Looked like it was glass too, but full of something that was gold and shimmery. The girl grabbed the tiny key and ran back to the beginning with the slightest smile. White rolled his eyes. Honestly? If she did that he would be here all day. White slipped out one of the doors, the only one that was unlocked, and the one Alice hadn’t noticed, the one that was just next to the three legged table. White sat, yawning in the heat that beat down into the garden. He smiled, let his cream hair brush into his eyes again and licked a lollipop he’d pulled out of his pocket. A tiny fairy drifted around his head, one with wings made of folded cards—two of hearts, White suspected. So his mistress wanted something.
“Yes, dear sprite?” White put on his best Shakespearean accent.
“I come from your mistress in lands far to the east. She requests you take care of the Blue Princess.” The fairy grinned, baring shark’s teeth. White blinked for a moment.
“She doesn’t want me to return to her?” White’s voice was disappointed. He hadn’t seen his queen all day and he was getting pouty.
“No, mister White, she wants you to watch and assist the Blue Princess.”
“But she’s a brat, why am I supposed to care about her?”
“Because, your queen wants her. Now get.” The fairy nipped White’s ear and the rabbit boy jumped away. That was when the cat door in the door to the garden window changed light to show a tiny bit of Alice’s face. The idiot had found the key to the cat door and taken it at face value. Idiot. White sighed and climbed up into a tree to watch the girl through the window.
On the table appeared a ridiculously large label attached to a beer bottle-shaped container. From White’s perch, he could read the label of DRINK ME!, way too obvious in his opinion, but to each their own. Alice looked suspiciously at the bottle, and took off the cork with a finger nail. White was still wondering about how she did that when she tossed her head back and drank a great sum of the liquid. And the girl in the blue scarf shrunk out of view. White sighed exasperatedly and moved closer to the window to see the little girl struggling to reach the key she’d left on the table. White sighed and rolled his eyes at her once more. Idiot. He was half tempted to go over there and hand it to her, but he really wanted to see her struggle. He let out a tiny laugh, seeing her sit down and immediately get caught in the next trap he and his queen had set. There was the pastry, a little scone about as big as Alice herself, and all around the perimeter of the plate was written ‘EAT ME!’ And Alice once more began doing as labels told her. She opened up like some strange, large telescope, and spent a few minutes watching her feet. White gave up, he didn’t particularly want to watch any more. Alice was just going to cry.
WONDERLAND
Chapter One
Chapter One
The End of the Rabbit Hole
Set the stage.
A girl sits in a hammock by the bank of a river.
Her sister sat with her until very recently.
She cracks open a book, and tries to read about her idols.
The book fails to amuse her.
She drifts off to sleep.
A rabbit watches with the tiniest, maniacal smile
The rabbit too is waiting for fate to snatch him up in its claws.
And the story begins.
Another story of Wonderland, and of Alice.
A story not so unfamiliar to all you readers, and yet one very strange.
A story in which Wonderland needs the help of an outsider more than ever.
And a story, in which the hero does not lead the play, but directs it.
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE, COMENCE.
White checked his watch, his black rabbit ears twitched. So they weren’t all white (his left ear had a white spot at the tip), he still claimed to be the ‘White Rabbit.’ Most of the time. It was displeasure that made his ears twitch. Stupid field. Stupid place called ‘Earth.’ Whatever, he’d do it for his queen. Wonderful, beautiful, Red Queen, Mia. Ack, he was getting lost in daydream again, he had a mission to fulfill… He glanced at his clock again.
“ACK!! I’M LATE, HOW IN THE HISTORY OF CARROTCAKE AM I LATE?! I’M LATE!!!TEN MINUTES LATE. ” The rabbit screamed. He sunk to his knees, sobbing. After just a moment, he wiped his tears on a white sleeve and stood, gently lifting his large pocket watch from the ground. A prized possession. His nose twitched. White was humanoid, just a boy with strange ears… but his nose still was a bit more flexible than humans. And he had a stronger sense of smell as well. Of course, he could smell his target. Good, she was still sleeping.
Alice was not what White had expected. She was more…normal. She had hair obviously dyed, black. Her eyes were closed, a magazine lay draped over her small form. Alice lay in a hammock hanging from the only two trees in the meadow, she wore black with a blue scarf around her neck. Shade dripped coolly over her tiny features. She was younger than White, perhaps by nine or ten years, and not anything pretty to look at. Aw… too bad, what a shame thought White. Still, it was on his mistress’s orders. And he would obey the mistress. There was nothing (literally nothing) that White wouldn’t do for his mistress.
The rabbit approached Alice with a certain air of caution. She was special and she might be dangerous. He looked at her for a moment, then did the only sensible thing. He picked her up easily, she was tiny. Then he thought better and set her down again. She let out a tiny snore. The rabbit danced backward and held out his watch. A small orb emerged from the one on the clock face. The little brass orb had but one thing to break its round surface; a face that read like a digital clock. In red letters it held the message; 00:39. It counted down, ticking quietly. A small smile crossed the rabbit’s lips as his soft ears turned entirely black except a white spot where the black one had been moments ago. And the happy little bunny White had been pretending to be disappeared, he was not playing Mr. Niceguy with a stupid miniature wanna-be-goth chick. He tossed the sphere, and as it hit the ground twenty feet from the girl it exploded. A few more followed it, four more to be exact. Of course, Alice woke. That was White’s purpose, after all, and White always reached his purpose.
“What the hell?! I was trying to take a nap.” Alice rubbed sleep from her sea-blue eyes.
“You’re coming with me, Miss Alice Liddell,” White growled.
“No, I’m not comin’ with you. And how do you know my name. You creepy rabbit eared kid.”
The darker side of White didn’t like that. “Did you just call me a kid?”
“Yes, you creep, I called you a kid with bunny ears.” Alice stood and brushed her dress off. She looked pretty ticked off about him burning her Star Magazine to a crisp. She held up the black bits remaining.
“You rabbit kid, why the hell did you burn my magazine. My idols were in that magazine. Why’d you go off and do that?”
“You need to chill, chika.” The black eared rabbit gave a thumbs down sign.
“No, I do not need to chill. I’m a completely innocent ten year old girl with a normal life. So back off you strange rabbit.” Alice threw the charred remnants of her magazine in his face.
“Shut up or I’ll shut you up.” The threat was not frivolous, not fake. She saw it in his eyes, glimmering with hateful fire. She shut her mouth.
“Good, now you’re coming with me.”
“Yes, I’m comin’ with you,” Alice pouted. White grabbed her and dragged her into the forest at the other side of the field. He took her into the darkest shadows of the woodland, to the edge of a cliff littered with bones. Human bones, or at least humanoid bones.
“What the hell are those?”
“Bones, of the girls who weren’t smart enough to humor me.” White laughed maniacally. Alice didn’t respond, just trembled.
“Oh, do you want to jump, or shall I push you?” Another peel of insane laughter. White took her annoyed silence as an answer, he pushed her, hard. She fell with a scream, down the cliff and out of sight. White followed with a whoop and a cackle. The rabbit plummeted, parallel to the cliff. He fell through a giant ribcage that would probably be worth a fortune if sold to a museum, and that would have explained why humans didn’t stay in the sea in their earlier forms. White had seen it a hundred times before, and paid it no mind. Then darkness came as he penetrated the earth. For a moment, White couldn’t see anything while his icy eyes adjusted. His white-blonde bangs continued whipping in and out of his eyesight, still an evil grin spread to his lips as the adrenaline of falling pulsed through his veins. So he was a thrill-seeker bunny. He was just like that. The rabbit tucked into a ball and plunged faster, catching up with the panicking Alice Liddell. She was breathing fast and shallow and trying to see in the darkness. He put his hands on her shoulders as he slowed falling. She calmed slightly, but still she was silent. Surprise, surprise.
“How do you like falling, chica?”
“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!” It was the first time he’d heard a sentence from the little black haired girl that wasn’t entirely aimed at pissing him off, perhaps this girl wasn’t all that bad inside. They kept on falling. The rabbit pressed his ears against his skull as he flipped downward. Alice screamed. White cackled. Then they hit. The landing was soft. They’d landed on a roof of some sort. Except it was too large and too dark to be a roof, like the back of a velvet cloth that was the sky of a strange world.
“Why didn’t it break?! It breaks for one person falling on it but not for two?! This. Is. Messed. Up.!” White stamped a foot on the soft standing they’d been given. The sky backing fell through, splintering and dropping away onto the world below. It was a world thick with silence and forests and castles, mysteries and lakes, animals and music and peculiarity. And most of all, thick with magic. Wonderland. And there descent slowed and brightened, as they were falling the sun was rising on this world. A deceptively sweet poison. A flower, that like nightshade, will only bloom in darkness and shrivel before any recognition is given. The world was an enticing secret, an escape from the world that every human thought of as ‘real.’ And it was an escape that couldn’t be escaped.
The rabbit had once been an ‘outsider,’ so many years before. He barely remembered now, just kept turning the clock in his heart back further and further. Still, he once had been an outsider. Wonderland had sucked him in, so many years ago. Him and his sister. His poor, poor sister. d*mn, he shouldn’t have been thinking about that. He was stopped quite suddenly anyway, by hitting the roof. And abruptly falling through the roof. Pain hurt, but White knew that years ago. Still, it shocked him whenever he felt pain. And pain hurt. And oww, stupid splintery ceiling was supposed to have held, unlike the sky. The rabbit growled low in his throat as he picked himself up and brushed off his coat. Alice had fallen close, and seemed unharmed as she got up and looked around the small entryway.
“It gets bigger,” White reassured.
“Alright… and we have to go through the big door, I take it.”
“Yeah. Big door, big room. So glad you’ve discovered the physics behind the world.”
“So… we go on?” White didn’t answer; he just licked the orange marmalade off his fingers. How he’d gotten marmalade? Simple, the walls of the rabbit hole were covered in jars of the stuff, the trick was finding the full one. Alice got impatient she shoved open the door and found herself looking at a large hallway lined with doors.
“What now?” she asked, turning those pretty eyes back to White.
“Figure it out.” And with that, he vanished to watch her in the shadows.
“O-okay.” Alice set off down the hallway, trying each one and failing each time. Finally, she came to the three legged table in the room at the end of the hall. It was entirely glass, and shone darkly. White cast a glance to the object on the table. A tiny golden key lay in the center, beautiful and sparkling. Looked like it was glass too, but full of something that was gold and shimmery. The girl grabbed the tiny key and ran back to the beginning with the slightest smile. White rolled his eyes. Honestly? If she did that he would be here all day. White slipped out one of the doors, the only one that was unlocked, and the one Alice hadn’t noticed, the one that was just next to the three legged table. White sat, yawning in the heat that beat down into the garden. He smiled, let his cream hair brush into his eyes again and licked a lollipop he’d pulled out of his pocket. A tiny fairy drifted around his head, one with wings made of folded cards—two of hearts, White suspected. So his mistress wanted something.
“Yes, dear sprite?” White put on his best Shakespearean accent.
“I come from your mistress in lands far to the east. She requests you take care of the Blue Princess.” The fairy grinned, baring shark’s teeth. White blinked for a moment.
“She doesn’t want me to return to her?” White’s voice was disappointed. He hadn’t seen his queen all day and he was getting pouty.
“No, mister White, she wants you to watch and assist the Blue Princess.”
“But she’s a brat, why am I supposed to care about her?”
“Because, your queen wants her. Now get.” The fairy nipped White’s ear and the rabbit boy jumped away. That was when the cat door in the door to the garden window changed light to show a tiny bit of Alice’s face. The idiot had found the key to the cat door and taken it at face value. Idiot. White sighed and climbed up into a tree to watch the girl through the window.
On the table appeared a ridiculously large label attached to a beer bottle-shaped container. From White’s perch, he could read the label of DRINK ME!, way too obvious in his opinion, but to each their own. Alice looked suspiciously at the bottle, and took off the cork with a finger nail. White was still wondering about how she did that when she tossed her head back and drank a great sum of the liquid. And the girl in the blue scarf shrunk out of view. White sighed exasperatedly and moved closer to the window to see the little girl struggling to reach the key she’d left on the table. White sighed and rolled his eyes at her once more. Idiot. He was half tempted to go over there and hand it to her, but he really wanted to see her struggle. He let out a tiny laugh, seeing her sit down and immediately get caught in the next trap he and his queen had set. There was the pastry, a little scone about as big as Alice herself, and all around the perimeter of the plate was written ‘EAT ME!’ And Alice once more began doing as labels told her. She opened up like some strange, large telescope, and spent a few minutes watching her feet. White gave up, he didn’t particularly want to watch any more. Alice was just going to cry.