Object, Character, Place (#4 technically)

This is a story where an object, character, and place are preselected for you and you have to incorporate them into your story. I’ve done others like this, but this will be the first one I’ve posted here, hence my title. If I don’t put that #4 there I’ll get confused later on if I decide to post the ones that came previously.

The Object: A crystal ball that belongs to an old, sad, fortune teller

The Character: Black haired, blue eyed girl, average height

The Location: A train boxcar stuck on a deserted track

This story actually made me laugh at the ending and then I had my sister read and I got her to laugh too. My teacher hasn’t read it yet though so I don’t have her opinion on it. Hopefully, I will someday in the near future.

Is there an End?

The girl fell, fell, fell. Her black hair, tied neatly in two twin braids, whips about her face. Her blue eyes are wide and filled with panic. As she falls a horrid scream understandably falls past her lips, however it is stolen by the wind before anyone can actually hear it.

The girl falls till it becomes past tense as it already technically has. She lands with an ‘umph,’ on the hard packed dirt ground. Her clothes are immediately covered in the fine, dusty dirt, but she is not actually worried about that because she just fell like a million feet and is wondering if she’s dead and if not how? She lays there in the dirt staring at the sky and this sky is something to stare at. It is a bright blue that burns with intensity that our sky only has after a heavy storm has made it such. What’s in the sky though is what really captivate her attention, there are planets in sight. Not moons or stars (there is a small sun though), but what really holds her gaze are the magnificent planets.

There are three in the sky that she can see and all of them are of differing colors and size. They swirl with greens, reds, and purples; yellows, oranges, and pinks; blacks, browns, and blues. Where is she? Who the hell knows?

Slowly, after maybe an hour, maybe more, the girl stands up. She has an average height. She’s wearing a pair of maroon tight, jean overalls, and a band tee underneath. Her small frame wobbles as she makes her way to her feet. On her feet she wears light pink converse, high-tops of course.

She notes her surroundings. Dirt and grass, it’s a field. The sun overhead blazes with a weak glare, just a small itty-bitty star to light up this world. The girl stumbles forward a step and then realizing she has nothing else to do continues with another step.

She walks for miles, or whatever metric system they use there, until she comes up to an old railway. The iron is rusted and brown and the wooden slats have practically turned to dust. The girl changes her direction until she’s walking parallel with the tracks. Hours later and with much fatigue she finds an old boxcar. The wheels are as rusted as the track it stands on and definitely isn’t going to be moving anytime soon. The girl however climbs in regardless. The shade greets her and makes her shiver in her not-very-warm clothes. When she settles in she finds before her an old lady covered in dusty robes and cloths covered in holes.

The girl quickly surmises that this is a fortune teller, albeit a very old and sad looking one. However, when the fortune teller sees her through near blind eyes, she starts to laugh madly. A cackle that makes the girl full of fear. She realizes that she, for no reason, has landed on a strange planet and the first person she meets is a crazy person.

This thought is proven when the fortune teller takes her crystal ball and bashes in the girl’s brains. Blood goes everywhere and the fortune teller continues to cackle madly.

The End

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