An Alice But No Wonderland

An Alice But No Wonderland
by Tabitha Kaye

Dear Reader, 
A door, a single door. A door that can open to a world of magic and mystery. 
Though the question is which door is it? You are standing in a room of doors, a house of doors. So which is it?
Behind the door is a place of wonder where your questions can never be answered.
Some say finding such a place, such a door is impossible; but if there is one thing I have learned from this land, Wonderland, is that there is no such thing as impossible just unlikely.
But in these doors, this house, are trapped beings. I, as well, am trapped. Waiting for the Hatter to come and save us all. The Hatter is only who can save us from the dreaded side of Wonderland. A place where we are taken to his dreams, to lure him here. 
From 
Alice In Wonderland

Doors, doors, and more doors
    In a room of doors, in a hall of doors, in a house of doors. Lots of doors and a girl, about fifteen. Her eyes are the most pointed thing about her; dark grey eyes. Why is she here? She has something around her wrist, something silver. She is walking closer.
    “What are you doing here? Run, get out of here. Do not let them take you prisoner. Please my fate and theirs depends on it,” looking behind her then looking back,” Please leave now. GO!” a desperate look in her eyes.
    “How, there are millions of doors here, it’s impossible,” I shout, looking wildly around.
Smiling slightly she whispers, “The impossible is possible no doubt about it, if there is anything I’ve learned from here is that the there is nothing is impossible just unlikely,” and now I am leaving.
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Going to school was like walking in to a bull fight every day, the bullies beating up the nerds, teachers giving out detention, and me getting left alone; in a way. At the end of school I would always get a jock at my locker; but more to that later. School was something I was okay at but home education was something I was excellent at, if I had to be more specific sewing was what I was best at.
    My school day goes like this: language arts (which I am okay at), math (I can be good at it, it depends on the day), home education, lunch, gym (I fail no matter what), science (I will talk about that later), and study hall. After all my classes study hall is the most regretting, I stop at my locker and get a jock shoving science papers in my hands. Study hall: wasted time. I would have the homework done in less than ten minutes and hand it back to whoever gave it to me. I would finish my homework in thirty minutes and I always leave early.

    Walking home I always somehow get tripped by the kids from uptown ” Hey geek, what you doin’ on the floor, huh, go on tell me?” all the guys would say along with other taunts. They weren’t all bad, there was always a girl in the crowd who never did anything. A by-stander. Not the best thing to do in my opinion.
    But today was different, in the middle of the other kids taunting, she spoke up.
    “Come on guys stop it just let him go this time, he has had enough beatings from you.”
    “You know your right, how about you come over here, dish out a punch, and then we’ll leave him alone for the rest of the year,” the leader of the group said.
    She walked over, curled her hand into a fist as the leader held me up, and she threw the punch. The last thing I saw was a pair of dark grey eyes and the look of sorrow. 




            
Author's note: 
Dear readers, if you have any suggestions for the next part of any of my writings, please post and comment. Though when you do that, could you please put the name of the story next to it? Thanks for reading and hope you guys enjoy the stories. 
Thanks so much,
                  Tabitha Kaye

Unknown

Unknown by Tabitha Kaye

      People once said that a baby’s fate is marked in the stars. That even twins, seconds apart, have  different roads of stars. That the stars are fate’s map, that anyone can read.
        And if ever our stars stray to a darker path, others will claim it is the fault in our stars.
        But what if, the fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves.
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        The last thing I remember before this piece of torture was a bag over my head.
        Not a pleasant memory but it was better then what was to come. The endless torment and test. Screams that chills your blood and scars you bones. And the only way out is without a pulse.
You might wonder where such a squalor, torturous place may be. I haven’t the slightest clue. All that is in this life is the endless tests, screams, and non-coming sleep.
        As I glimpse out from the black iron bars, I silently curse at my lost memory.
        My stars never lead to this.
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        I barley glance up when the key is inserted into the lock and turned. The rusty old door creaking as it opened. You could hear the scuffling of the guard as he renewed his grip. He threw in a girl no older than seven. I knew she wouldn’t last. Than again, most of them never did. 
She scuttled into the darkest corner of the cell. I felt a ping in my heart. A sister, perhaps. I tried to grasp the memory before it slithered away. 
"I don't remember anything," she whimpered. 
That is not nessesceraly true, I know you remember your name. Everyone does." I say. 
"Sophia, that is my name," you can hear the tears in her voice," I am so scared even to close my eyes." 
"One doesn't forego sleeping because of the possibility of nightmares," I whisper. 
After a while I could hear her starting to curl up to sleep. She found comfort in my words. I wish my first night would have been like that. 
"Aislinn."
"What does that mean."
"That is my name."
"Well, sweet dreams Aislinn."
Remember, do not get attached, they all die in the end. I almost wish she would make it through.



 Author's note: 
Dear readers, if you have any suggestions for the next part of any of my writings, please post and comment. Though when you do that, could you please put the name of the story next to it? Thanks for reading and hope you guys enjoy the stories. 
Thanks so much,
                  Tabitha Kaye