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Wednesday, January 5, 2005


Hey everyone! Well, I couldn't really think of anything to talk about, so I decided to post
one of my short stories. I posted one a little while, so I thought, why not another one. It's a little long so I'll post a part of it each day until it's complete. I really hope you enjoy it. And please give me your honest opinions on it!


The Black Boa
Part One

She looked out the window, gazed at her watch, tapped her foot, and glanced at her watch again. The average child would have rushed to the telephone over half—an—hour ago, questioning her grandparents as to their lateness. However, Stella was not the average child and arguably not a child at all. At the age of 16, she had known grief none should have to bare. Just a few months prior both her parents and younger sister were killed in a car accident. It had been a rainy day. The roads slick and the view minimal. The blind semi killed them instantly. Stella was left alone.
She looked out the window again pleading the couch to suck her away into oblivion. The couch was motionless.
Stella hoped her grandparents never came. Of course, she loved them, but their presence made the deaths final in her mind. She did not want things to change.
Change.
A word that sent chills up her spine. How she hated that word. How she loathed the very being of it. Change meant hardship, sadness, and most of all death.
To get here mind off the subject she began her twenty—third trip around the house, making sure she had gathered all her belongings.
Stella walked up the attic steps. She breathed in the dusty air, now empty of memories. She had cleaned the attic out last week. She turned to leave when a glint like a golden moth caught her eye. She looked and saw a trunk. She stared at it for a full minute. Nothing had been placed in the attic for over ten years, yet, this trunk seemed brand new. The perfectly trimmed wood was held shut by gold locks, glittering in the watchful gaze of the window.
Stella walked toward it. Half curious, and half mesmerized. She ran her hand along the smooth surface, and breathed in the deep oak fumes. She placed her hand on the lock. The lock fell away; the trunk slowly creaked open.
Stella gasped. She had never seen such beautiful clothing. A rounded velvet hat, a long, slinky black dress, and an exquisite coat, black with an ivory collar and brooch. She gently slid the ivory hued gloves onto her hands. They fit perfectly. The hat next. A fit. Then the dress. As though it was made for her! And the jacket? Perfect!
Stella stroked the beautiful fabrics and was about to quite her game of dress—up when something caught her eye. She must have missed it before, but at the bottom of the trunk was a long, snaking black feather boa.
She reached slowly into the trunk, as though it would lash out and strike her. She held it in her hands. The slowly with the fingers of a sculptor, she slid it over her head and draped it across her shoulders.
It happened. Stella was not sure what, but she knew something had just taken place! She rushed down the attic steps, leaving the trunk thrown open, with its mouth wide, as in a smile.
She flew into the living room, where she had been only moments ago. She gasped. Everything had...changed. She shook her in disbelief. It was as though the house had transformed to match the girl. The furniture was draped in velvet. The floors were as night and the ivory walls shined like the stars.
She stood for a long minute clutching the feather boa, breathing deeply. She had never believed in all her life that change could be so, well, beautiful. A smile creeped onto her face. She felt it coming and tried to blot it out, but her attempts were unsuccessful.
She remained like that for over five minutes, completely mesmerized, until a familiar sound danced into her ears. Soft padded footsteps. Moonlight was coming.



Well, I hope you guys liked it. If you want to know what Stella looks like, just look through my fanart until you find the drawing called "Stella." Hope you're having a great day!
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