I was having an american history moment, since I just took my american history college final lol!!!!!!!
This was written as an exercise in first person, recalling an incident much better remembered as a fantasy.
Great job Paula it was a chilling tale....Especially when she wrote down the spirits message it made my heart stop...I'm not usually a ghost fan, but this made me hooked!!!!!thanks you for entering your story Paula, I hope to select the winners near the end of this month!
Hello my name is Lakya but my username is kaikai8991. I love reading and writing and dream to be a cardiologist or you can say a heart surgeon lol :-D
Hi its nice to meet you Lakya welcome to the fantasy Island group!!!!!!! My name is halima and I too love to read and write, but I hope to be a nurse!
Valentine ceased to amaze her friends as she balanced herself on the long, thin tightrope five stories high into the air. Her footing was careful and precise, but her eyes danced with mischief.
"Come down right this instant!" suddenly a voice hollered from afar. There stood... Show more
"Come down right this instant!" suddenly a voice hollered from afar. There stood Sister Catherine with her sturdy ruler handy. Valentine instantly regretted taking the dare.
Making her way to the safety of the panel, Valentine climbed back down the ladder. Her friends had scattered by now--leaving her to the mercy of the nun. Sister Catherine came within swatting distance of her, but did not move to strike. Instead the middle-aged woman sighed to herself and knelt down; her knees found solid ground softened by the carpet. She beckoned Valentine closer. The sixteen year old girl was hesitant to oblige, but did nevertheless.
"Why would you risk your life like that? God has graced you with young adulthood. Don't you want to be considerate and abide by common sense?" Her words struck a tone within Valentine that the girl would never admit aloud.
"I'm sorry, Sister," Valentine apologized, saddened by guilt.
"Just don't do it again. Now come on...we're leaving the circus grounds to head back to school. What a field trip."
"After you, Sister Catherine."
The two of them made their way out of the circus tent that had been closed off to the public for a show later in the evening. They walked in silence, but sounds from the active circus floated through their ears (along with the voices of a few other Catholic girls in Valentine's school who couldn't keep their squeals of excitement to themselves when a clown would occasionally ride by). Valentine took one last peek at the circus before she entered the dull bus that would transport her back to the imprisonment the nuns liked to call 'school'.
"Bye," she mumbled and the doors closed.
~Not catholic, but do love a good trip to the circus!
THAT WAS GREAT! ITS NICE TO MEET YOU AND WERE GLAD TO HAVE YOU APART OF THE FANTASY ISLAND GROUP!!!!
I( have put a couple of poems onto the group book list. Just no9w apoem called 'Pnderment. perhaps I can upload it the proper way. evelyn/Bluedragon