Mirror, Mirror: Book 1
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Hello! My name is Dreamer Skye! I’m writing a book called Mirror, Mirror: Book 1, a fantasy series. I will go one chapter at a time. Please post any suggestions about the story or write your own! Make sure to write the name and chapter of your book if you choose to write one. Thank you! P.S. Please do one chapter per post if you’re writing a book. You can start at any time, and I’ll try to look at them. Curse words, racism, and hurtful things only a true ##### would say are not tolerated in this forum. I appreciate your respect! If I see any rule breaking, I will repeat the rules in front of the violator, and if they repeat their misbehavior, they are utmost banned on this forum. Thank you for your respect! ~Dreamer Skye
Chapter 1
Granny Snow was knitting near the window. I knew something was up. 1, she never EVER knits, and 2, she crochets.
“Granny, what’s wrong?”, I asked.
“Oh, just how much I’ll miss you on your trip to the school,” she replied. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Oh. That,” I replied flatly. I was enrolled to Wishing Well Academy, a school where the descendants of famous fairy tale heroes were supposed to go at the age of 13. For example, I, Faith, am the granddaughter of Snow White. My best friend, Emily, is ordinary and of no royalty of any kind. Yet, we get along very well! I wonder what life will be like without her.
“Granny, don’t worry,” I comforted her,” I’m sure I’ll be fine in the school. And also, you’re a legend! I’m sure I’ll get to visit you or the other way around because no one can refuse to my Granny!”
“Well then I’ll just make many batches of my butterscotch cookies!”, she laughed along with me. I’d miss that laugh. The clock twinkled a pretty tune and gave the hour.
“Past 11:00! Faith, you must get to bed! You don’t want bags under your eyes when you go to the school tomorrow! A tip for you, make your impression on the first day of school. If you’re so tired that you sleep in class and say the wrong things, that’s not going to be very good, would it?”
“No, Granny. But I have a question: how did you get so popular in the school when you were my age?”
“1, dear, I was kind to those in need of kindness, and 2, I had a good rest! We’re famous for our own story, so let Cinderella have hers! We can’t steal her 12:00 spree!”
“Ok, Granny. ‘Night!”
“Sweet dreams, Faith. Sweet dreams.”
Granny Snow was knitting near the window. I knew something was up. 1, she never EVER knits, and 2, she crochets.
“Granny, what’s wrong?”, I asked.
“Oh, just how much I’ll miss you on your trip to the school,” she replied. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“Oh. That,” I replied flatly. I was enrolled to Wishing Well Academy, a school where the descendants of famous fairy tale heroes were supposed to go at the age of 13. For example, I, Faith, am the granddaughter of Snow White. My best friend, Emily, is ordinary and of no royalty of any kind. Yet, we get along very well! I wonder what life will be like without her.
“Granny, don’t worry,” I comforted her,” I’m sure I’ll be fine in the school. And also, you’re a legend! I’m sure I’ll get to visit you or the other way around because no one can refuse to my Granny!”
“Well then I’ll just make many batches of my butterscotch cookies!”, she laughed along with me. I’d miss that laugh. The clock twinkled a pretty tune and gave the hour.
“Past 11:00! Faith, you must get to bed! You don’t want bags under your eyes when you go to the school tomorrow! A tip for you, make your impression on the first day of school. If you’re so tired that you sleep in class and say the wrong things, that’s not going to be very good, would it?”
“No, Granny. But I have a question: how did you get so popular in the school when you were my age?”
“1, dear, I was kind to those in need of kindness, and 2, I had a good rest! We’re famous for our own story, so let Cinderella have hers! We can’t steal her 12:00 spree!”
“Ok, Granny. ‘Night!”
“Sweet dreams, Faith. Sweet dreams.”
So how’s that? I’m hoping I can make 1 chapter a day, at least. If not, please excuse the inconvenience. I’m often not available on Sunday, though I’ll try to make it on the other days.
Even though it wasn't long, I was hooked. You should definitely become an author one day!
I'm not forcing you, but note that you have a very very very hooked reader so you can type more whenever you can!
I would LOVE for you to make series!
Thx smartbryce. I’m thinking about being an author or a singer.
GOOOD I WILL READ ALL OF YOUR BOOKS DREAM!
AND YOUR CONCERTS!
BYE FOR 12 HOURS!!
Bye!!!
So, is your name Skye for Dreamer Skye?
DreamPuff428 wrote:
Thx smartbryce. I’m thinking about being an author or a singer.
I recommend Stephen King's "On Writing." And various articles on the internet as well, about plot, characters, techniques. They'll be an eye opener.
See its not gone
Yay!!!!
It’s not gone! I missed this post!
Chapter 2
Why? Did the school truly require all enrolled students to wake up at the crack of dawn to take the school carriage to school? Anyway, I’m up, I’m up. Granny told me to put on my dress that I only wore for weddings, birthdays, and other fancy stuff like that. I was pleasured to wear it, however! The ruby lining and golden satin complimented my skin tone greatly and the conditioner did it’s magic nearly too well to make my hair soft and shining.
“You must go, Faith,” said Granny. Her tears were always a trigger for my own, and often others. The carriage driver blew his nose softly. I guess he’d seen too many sad departures in his time.
“Granny, please visit me!”, I cried. The waterfalls were gushing. “Please! I don’t want to leave you!”
“Child, you must go. Have great courage, and be faithful. I love you. You will always have a special place in my heart,” and she let go of my hand. I slipped quietly into the carriage, and we went away.
Why? Did the school truly require all enrolled students to wake up at the crack of dawn to take the school carriage to school? Anyway, I’m up, I’m up. Granny told me to put on my dress that I only wore for weddings, birthdays, and other fancy stuff like that. I was pleasured to wear it, however! The ruby lining and golden satin complimented my skin tone greatly and the conditioner did it’s magic nearly too well to make my hair soft and shining.
“You must go, Faith,” said Granny. Her tears were always a trigger for my own, and often others. The carriage driver blew his nose softly. I guess he’d seen too many sad departures in his time.
“Granny, please visit me!”, I cried. The waterfalls were gushing. “Please! I don’t want to leave you!”
“Child, you must go. Have great courage, and be faithful. I love you. You will always have a special place in my heart,” and she let go of my hand. I slipped quietly into the carriage, and we went away.
Chapter 2, continued
My tears were gushing. I had left Granny for good. This school better let Granny visit, or I’ll- “Lil’ Crimson Riding Hood is my name, and I wanna see those who support my game! Yeah!” Little Crimson Riding Hood wasn’t a very good rapper. But she made me laugh.
“Wow, Crimson! Was that from the top of your head?”, said a girl in baby talk,”Well, why don’t you just keep the trash in the dumpster, will you? Oh wait: you’re the trash!” This girl cackled horribly. She had a green dress with water lilies on it, and a smooth creamy skin tone.
“Says the one with a grandma who slept with a frog...”, muttered Crimson. She went back to her seat.
I whispered to her,”She’s jealous because you have the courage to be yourself in front of everyone.”
“You think so?”, a smile spread across her face. She had sharp green eyes, freckles speckled across her nose, and curly brown hair. She wasn’t the prettiest girl around, but she looked fun.
“My grandma always told me to be kind and courageous, and that the mean ones are jealous.”
“Wow, your grandma is wise!”, Crimson said. “Is your seat taken? My seat partner keeps-pinching-me!”
“Please, by all means!”, I said. I had made a friend.
“Wow, Crimson! Was that from the top of your head?”, said a girl in baby talk,”Well, why don’t you just keep the trash in the dumpster, will you? Oh wait: you’re the trash!” This girl cackled horribly. She had a green dress with water lilies on it, and a smooth creamy skin tone.
“Says the one with a grandma who slept with a frog...”, muttered Crimson. She went back to her seat.
I whispered to her,”She’s jealous because you have the courage to be yourself in front of everyone.”
“You think so?”, a smile spread across her face. She had sharp green eyes, freckles speckled across her nose, and curly brown hair. She wasn’t the prettiest girl around, but she looked fun.
“My grandma always told me to be kind and courageous, and that the mean ones are jealous.”
“Wow, your grandma is wise!”, Crimson said. “Is your seat taken? My seat partner keeps-pinching-me!”
“Please, by all means!”, I said. I had made a friend.
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