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Author: taram42
Story: Wonder is the Desire for Knowledge
Challenge(s): Black Raspberry 25 (The best things in life are free), Chocolate 25 (Inspiration), Cookies and Cream 8 (laugh)
Extra(s)/Topping(s): none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 492
Summary: Mia can't sleep, so she sneaks out of bed to take a walk.
Note: Also part of a prompt from nanoljers, using a writer's choice, bus stop and 14 year old girl. Writer's choice on my part is this song/music video.
The crickets thrummed the steady hum of a typical muggy summer night and she tossed restlessly in her bed, the sheets twisting and tangling around her legs. The other girls in the dormitory slept soundly, the occasional rustle of bedclothes and soft snoring created a quiet symphony in the darkness. She pushed the sheets down to her feet and lay still for several minutes, feeling her heartbeat synchronize with the crickets. Finally, as if moving of their own accord, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool stone beneath her feet granting a temporary reprieve from the heat.
She stepped toward the window, a slight breeze billowing her light cotton shift around her and nearly chilling her as it wicked the sweat from her skin. With a glance toward the door, she climbed into the window and out to the ledge. Her small feet and hands found hold on the pipe and she quickly found herself standing in the grass of the school. It wasn't hard to slip past the guards of the monastery in the deep shadows, over another wall and out to the road. The packed dirt road was warm and with each step she felt her toes digging into the dirt, relishing in the freedom. Even in the darkness of the new moon, she knew each step and stone. This was where her parents picked her up for visits home and here was the little used path that took off into the forest. Her slender form easily avoided branches and bushes as she turned down this path.
Starlight above her lit the forest enough and despite her best efforts, the rustling through the forest woke a traveling horde of lightning bugs. She closed her eyes a moment, willing the other Sight to come and reopened them, looking around. She'd known the way and the meadow opened up before her, lit in a way no moon or sun could ever hope to achieve. The fireflies burned brightly, leaving a trail of glitter in their path and as she held her arms out, twirling slowly in the long grass, they swirled with her, and together they danced across the clearing. Trees stretched up from the ground, rivulets of silver slowly moving up their trunks and cobwebbing into the leaves that reached out to the sky and each blade of grass was a thin line of platinum waving in the breeze.
Even the breeze held a magic all it's own, a shimmering that filled the air. The entire clearing glowed and swirled around the darkness that was herself. Finally stopping with flourish she stood and threw her head back and laughed, gaze taking in the wide sky and it's carpet of black velvet and stars. The crickets and cicadas increased their chorus, swelling and enveloping her with their sound as the fireflies gathered in greater numbers, flitting about in a storm of phosphorous trailing light. And it was beautiful.
Story: Wonder is the Desire for Knowledge
Challenge(s): Black Raspberry 25 (The best things in life are free), Chocolate 25 (Inspiration), Cookies and Cream 8 (laugh)
Extra(s)/Topping(s): none
Rating: PG
Word Count: 492
Summary: Mia can't sleep, so she sneaks out of bed to take a walk.
Note: Also part of a prompt from nanoljers, using a writer's choice, bus stop and 14 year old girl. Writer's choice on my part is this song/music video.
The crickets thrummed the steady hum of a typical muggy summer night and she tossed restlessly in her bed, the sheets twisting and tangling around her legs. The other girls in the dormitory slept soundly, the occasional rustle of bedclothes and soft snoring created a quiet symphony in the darkness. She pushed the sheets down to her feet and lay still for several minutes, feeling her heartbeat synchronize with the crickets. Finally, as if moving of their own accord, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cool stone beneath her feet granting a temporary reprieve from the heat.
She stepped toward the window, a slight breeze billowing her light cotton shift around her and nearly chilling her as it wicked the sweat from her skin. With a glance toward the door, she climbed into the window and out to the ledge. Her small feet and hands found hold on the pipe and she quickly found herself standing in the grass of the school. It wasn't hard to slip past the guards of the monastery in the deep shadows, over another wall and out to the road. The packed dirt road was warm and with each step she felt her toes digging into the dirt, relishing in the freedom. Even in the darkness of the new moon, she knew each step and stone. This was where her parents picked her up for visits home and here was the little used path that took off into the forest. Her slender form easily avoided branches and bushes as she turned down this path.
Starlight above her lit the forest enough and despite her best efforts, the rustling through the forest woke a traveling horde of lightning bugs. She closed her eyes a moment, willing the other Sight to come and reopened them, looking around. She'd known the way and the meadow opened up before her, lit in a way no moon or sun could ever hope to achieve. The fireflies burned brightly, leaving a trail of glitter in their path and as she held her arms out, twirling slowly in the long grass, they swirled with her, and together they danced across the clearing. Trees stretched up from the ground, rivulets of silver slowly moving up their trunks and cobwebbing into the leaves that reached out to the sky and each blade of grass was a thin line of platinum waving in the breeze.
Even the breeze held a magic all it's own, a shimmering that filled the air. The entire clearing glowed and swirled around the darkness that was herself. Finally stopping with flourish she stood and threw her head back and laughed, gaze taking in the wide sky and it's carpet of black velvet and stars. The crickets and cicadas increased their chorus, swelling and enveloping her with their sound as the fireflies gathered in greater numbers, flitting about in a storm of phosphorous trailing light. And it was beautiful.