Imaginary -Chapter 1-A Chapter by Adam M. SnowImagine you’re this woman who was living an ordinary life. Always caring, never hurt anyone in your lifetime. One day while you lie asleep in your bed, you heard a noise coming from within your house.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Imaginary -Chapter 1-. -Chapter 1- The dawn of morning ember greets me with its sunlight peeking through the oaken trees into my bedroom. It is as if Mother Nature was kindly telling me that it is time to awake. I arose from my bed, I glanced swiftly at my clock hanging on the wall; it wasn't even a minute past six. The house was dead quiet, and a gentle draft swept through the halls, passing the many bedrooms, all of which had been empty for many years. I had never gotten used to it; if only there was someone else here, someone to love then perhaps I wouldn't feel so lonely every morning. Rose has always been my nickname since as long as we've been friends. "Oh hey Rachael, come on in the gates’ unlocked." I replied as she entered the garden through the gate with great anticipation; she was greeted by Scarlet who tries to jump up onto her. She pets Scarlet, showing her some gentle love. Rachael looks up at me sitting here on the bench, with joyous spark in her eyes as in mine. We then begin to talk. "Oh, I am." I replied as I gave a slight giggle. "Are you ready to go?" she asks me as I had put my book into my bag. "Sure, let's go." I said as I gave a friendly nod right when I put my bag over my shoulder. I got up to join Rachael's walk out through the gate; when I turn around to lock up, I notice Scarlet giving me those sad eyes again. Finally arriving at the diner, we sat down at our normal seat by the bay window facing the Statue of Liberty. Like always, Rachael and I ordered the bacon, eggs and hash brown meal with coffee. While we were eating, Rachael began telling me about her new job at Early Life Preschool. She carried on telling me that in a year she’d be able to work at an elementary school teaching English. That was a dream Rachael always wanted. But with me, with the fortunes my family had left me, I didn’t really have to work. But when I do work, I work managing my Antiques and Books store. Rachael and I departed separately; she went to her job and I went to mine. As I was shelving my new books, I heard a voice, that of a man. “Excuse me miss?” he called out. Slowly I turned, responding to the deep voice. The man it belonged to was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders, his eyes was that of the ocean blue. He had to at lease be in his thirties, no later. As my eyes wandered down I noticed a small child, merely four years of age. Shy little thing she was, seeing her hiding behind her father’s legs. She had the cutest dark curly locks; her eyes were that of her fathers, she looks just like me when I was her age. “Can I help you?” I ask in response. “Um yeah, can you help me find 20,000 Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne?” he asked. As I went to show him where that book was, we began to talk. He told me his name is Thomas and his daughter’s name is Emma and that he lost his wife when Emma was born. As we continue talking, he offered to take me out that night. Nervous and stuttering, I gladly accepted his dinner offer. After he left with his daughter, I called up Rachael right away and told her everything. She was ecstatic to hear that I would be going on my first date in many years. Later that evening while I was finishing getting ready, I heard the doorbell followed by a knock. “Was that him?” I said to myself nervous and afraid. “Be right down!” I said as I grabbed the balusters and proceeded down stairs. With great uncertainty, I reached for the door and as I opened it; standing there was Thomas with a bouquet of red roses. While fretfully he said, “I do hope roses are your favorite?” In response I nodded and said, “They are utmost beautiful, they are in fact my favorite.” I took his hand as we proceeded to his car. Being the gentleman he is, he opened the door for me. We proceeded on our way to the Flaming Flamingo. As we arrived there, we got out of his car and continued our way inside where we were guided to our table. We were laughing and talking, just having a wonderful time as we ate. He had a glass of wine; I had a glass of water. As we finished our meal, we were still talking and just enjoying our time together. We decided to leave the restaurant and take a stroll down Central Park. The moon was full and was at its highest; we continued our walk through a garden. He was telling me that he was once in the military, but was given an honorable discharge after getting shot in his right leg. I was telling him how I lost my family when I was a child. We proceed to swap stories until arriving at my front door. We continued on for a good five minutes. My heart pounding as he stares into my eyes, he moves slowly closer to my lips and gently pressed his lips onto mine; he had kissed me. “Until tomorrow?” he said with calmness in his voice. I nodded in response, “Until tomorrow.” The time is late and I carried myself up the stairs. I proceeded onto my room to where I undressed to slip on something more comfortable to sleep in. It was now a minute past midnight, I gently got into my bed anxious to tell Rachael about my night. I grabbed my T.S. Elliot poetry collection and began to read a little before falling asleep. “CRASH!” I sat bolt upright in bed, my T.S. Elliot poetry book tumbling to the floor. The clock on my table read 2:00am. What in the world was that? © 2011 Adam M. SnowAuthor's Note
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Added on September 5, 2011Last Updated on October 21, 2011 Tags: book, chapter, poetry, sonnet, ode, haiku, dark, death, gothic, emotional, emo, rose, imaginary, fiction, fantasy, nature, teen, youth, child, children, family, friend, betrayal, snow, fanfict, twilight, christmas, tragedy, art Previous Versions AuthorAdam M. SnowPhoenix , AZAbout"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..Writing
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