Victoria Montes
Currently in my junior Year in college and working on getting my BA in Creative Writing
Victoria Montes
Currently in my junior Year in college and working on getting my BA in Creative Writing
Currently in my junior Year in college and working on getting my BA in Creative Writing
Currently in my junior Year in college and working on getting my BA in Creative Writing
There was a pack of 7 snow white wolves staring right at me. Their piercing ice blue eyes staring intelligently directly into my eyes.
Authors Note: this story is so short because I wanted to keep my streak. But I will be continuing to write this. Hopefully later today this will be 500 words.
“Hey are you the new girl?,” wondered Maisie Grayson, alpha of the mean girl clique.
“Will she recognize me? Is my eyeshadow too similar to the makeup I used to wear? Is my nose too wide?” Are the very first thoughts that rush through my mind. There is no hint of recognition. She genuinely looks confused. Inwardly, I am very relieved. I sigh and put on my best fake smile.
“Oh, Yes! My name is Sabine Morgan.”, I stick my hand out and shake her hand.
It lasts less than a second before I pull on my Chanel sunglasses and waltz away from Maisie Grayson and all her evil minions. My mind can’t stop the flashbacks though. The evil laughs, the fire, the smell of burning flesh. My screams as Maisie and her clique throw exploding firecrackers and spraying flaming hairspray at my face. Then the pain. So much pain. It was truly a miracle that I even lived. I had to be sent to Los Angeles and then on to Switzerland to plastic surgeons who are using experimental surgeries to reconstruct burn victims’ faces. Before they reconstructed my face, they told me they could dramatically alter my face so no one would ever recognize me. So I could finally be safe.
Spare
Once upon a time There was a young princess. She had four older sisters. And 3 older brothers. Her name was Princess Annet As the youngest, no one cared where she goes Or what happens to her. Everyone thinks of her as the spare. With so many older siblings, Princess Annet was allowed to run Free. She rarely wore her hair Pinned up and tamed. Her hair was most often wild and free Or pinned up in a practical braid. She learned everything about being a princess And everything about being a knight, A warrior like her brothers. She learned how to fence, and How to ride a horse like a knight. She learned how to defend herself. The healers and apothecaries Taught her how to use the plants around her, Wherever she travelled, to sustain her and to Defend herself. She spent hours and days, wandering through The worlds found in books, In the universe of the castle library.
She learned from her brothers How dangerous wars and battles were. She learned from her sisters How mundane and sleepy slow Parties and teas, dinners and visits were. How to use such events, To observe one's enemies, to gather Information, to gather blackmail material. She learned how to combine Her battle skills with her blackmail skills. She hid a fencing foil in her umbrella, Daggers all over her, under her dress And inside her cloak pockets. She kept potions and tinctures With her daggers and knives. Poisons and Antidotes Decorated her fingers and wrists. Her corset protected her heart. She was ready for any adventure That came her way. She spent her days drawing her bow, Surprising her brothers. Galloping furiously on her horse, Sneakily observing people Over the rim of a tea cup. She was prepared for anything.
Princess Annet could often be found carrying daggers and potions, poisons and antidotes, and A long sword as tall as she. With her hair either flowing free or Practically held together in a braid. She was always up to something, Looking for an adventure, and Scaring the servants half to death. She learned how to be a proper princess. Like her sisters, well mannered, Very well read. She learned from her brothers How to defend herself, how to be observant. She learned how to heal Those who were sick, Poison the unjust. She learned how to be brave, how to be kind how to stand up for not just herself, But others too. She learned how to speak her mind. She learned how to navigate How to move through the many Different worlds she inhabited. More than anything she was always ready To have an adventure, to go on a quest, and To help any who needed it.
Most of the days while Princess Annet wanders Around the large world of the palace, She dresses as a princess. She always adds bits of comfort. She wears a comfortable coat That once belonged to her oldest brother. Warm and comfortable, distinguished. When she wandered around the universe, Contained in the endless library, She often made it a habit to keep her pockets stuffed with various Potions and Tinctures and elixirs, To heal, and to protect herself. She hid a stiletto and disguised it as an umbrella it was there, wandering around the universe, Contained in the endless library, She learned about the world outside the palace. She had her mind expanded, her eyes could see further To how big the world around her was. She didn't just read books, That took her on far off adventures. She studied mathematics, science, languages. Philosophy, history, economics, politics, And she read extensively on herbalism. Always in the back of her mind though, She never forgot that she wanted More than anything, To go on an adventure.
Princess Annet knew that she didn't just want to go on adventures. She also wanted to explore her city, Get to know the people who were not royals Or servants. She disguised herself and blended in, Exploring every nook and cranny Of the city. Disappearing like a shadow and Learning how to walk as quietly as a leaf. She made friends where ever she went. Shop owners and their children. Tea shop owners, librarians and blacksmiths, Children of all sorts. One day, while exploring the library She found a mysterious note Promising a most unusual quest. The promise of adventure, and Directions to a mysterious castle. She packed up her horse and Put on her suit of armor, Ready for any adventure or obstacle That she would face. She was finally going on an adventure! Seeing the world, all on her own. After years spent growing up on The exciting stories her brothers told, Sitting by the fire on a cold winter night and After reading about daring warriors In the pages of books found in the library, Princess Annet was finally going on An adventure of her own.
In all the adventures she had read, There were always lots of people Who went on the quests with the hero. She tried her best, to make friends. To find companions to help guide her. One night, while sitting alone by the light of her camp fire Three dwarves asked, "Fellow traveler could we share your camp?" From that night forward, those dwarves Shared in her adventure. The letter she had found Contained a map to an abandoned palace Where there was the promise of treasure. Her path led through dark caves, On through a sprawling forest, Through an abandoned garden maze and To the abandoned palace. When Princess Annet and the dwarves made it to the mouth of the caves, Princess Annet was thankful for the Friendship she had found in the three dwarves. They guided her through the midnight black caves. They travelled through with Lanterns to light their way Through the pitch black darkness. The darkness didn't scare Princess Annet, Much to the surprise of the dwarves. The light of the lanterns Bounced off the sparkling crystals. The bouncing of the light and The light of the lanterns soon Guided Princess Annet and the dwarves Safely through the midnight black caves.
On the other side of the caves, Princess Annet and the dwarves were faced With a large and rambling forest. Many of the forests Princess Annet had read about Were foreboding, dark and dangerous. This forest however, Was merely old and quiet and comforting. A place to go travel through, When going on adventures. It was in this forest that Princess Annet met A surprising best friend. A huge bull elk approached her. He made friends with her and the three dwarves. He offered to take them through the forest. When Princess Annet told him of where their destination was The bull elk said he knew of the abandoned palace. The elk took Princess Annet and the dwarves, Carrying them all on his back. The journey was swift, The trees flashing by in a blur of green. All too soon, the trees thinned out. The castle soon came into view. On the entrance to the castle gate, Princess Annet found attached a letter, A poem that would guide her through The maze that was The abandoned castle. She walked through the gate and Into the overgrown and abandoned garden. Through the wild forest grounds and Into the ancient castle.
The house was a maze, The letter guided her through the Labyrinthine hallways. Items had been tagged "Drink me", "Eat me", "Turn left", "Go right". The directions led her to the Grandest library she had ever seen. The three dwarves with her were able to help guide her through the cave like hallways. The treasure she had sought, The treasure that she had been guided to Turned out not to be gold or jewels, Much to the surprise of the dwarves, But the books that she loved so much. Thousands of books, Rows upon rows of bookshelves. Leather bound books, metal books, Thick books, Thin books, Books of all shapes and sizes. For the dwarves with her, They were surprised that these Were the things Princess Annet Thought of as treasures. They were excited and intrigued To discover what treasures Princess Annet discovered. Where her discoveries led her next.
Red sandstone and marble buildings, Glowing rosy in the late afternoon sun. The round patina green roofs, Shinning brightly, Singing sweetly when the afternoon rain falls. Streets of lazy water, Gondolas glidfing over Crystal clear glass water.
Lovers secret bridges Arching iver the canals Of the city below. Crepe myrtels bowing gracefully Over the canals, As the cinnamon scented wind Dances over the sleepy canals. String lights lit above, Open pergolas as the Gaily dressed people walk below.
Dear Diary, While roaming around the dusty parts of St. Claire’s library, I atumbled upon an 18th century leather bound journal. At first, I had been looking for a textbook my professor mentioned in my creative writing class. I got bored of that real fast so I just started wandering around. The bookshelves led me deeper and deeper into tge bowls of the ancient library until I stumbled upon tge section where I discovered the old journal. Im going to borrow it and read it over winter break.
Dear Diary, I had no idea there used to be a secret sorority here on campus. There isn’t one anymore. In the book I “borrowed”, it goes into great detail about everything. They used to be called The Quill & Daggers. 11 girls would meet up at 2 am and study herbalism and mithrandism. They would experiment and end up having way too much fun.
Dear Diary Am I going to tell anyone about what I found? Nope. I want to keep this a secret and keep it to myself. I found out that they used to wear velvet robes, and airy cotton dresses. They even made custom dresses to wear to school functions. I think I’m going to recreate everything they wore and wear it myself.
Dear Diary They even had their own pins?! Thats it. Im custom making my own.