Creative Writing- Landing in a Fairytale

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Elyse Prestopnik, Reporter

Chapter 1:

 

The three children stood at the entryway of Stonehill Orphanage, the sign towering above them. Charlie sighed. Norah, the oldest of the siblings, took Macey’s hand, the youngest of the siblings. 

“Alright guys, let’s go and get settled, explore for a bit, and by then it’ll be dinner time,” Norah said, leading them to the front door.

Charlie followed the girls into the orphanage. The first thing he saw was a desk, with an old lady sitting at the front. 

“Hello, children, you must be Norah, Charles and Macey?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Norah replied.

“Wonderful. I must go over a few things on your records with you, just to make sure they’re accurate. Norah, you are 14? Charles being 11? And Macey being 9?”

“Yes.”

“Wonderful. Norah, your birthday is March 15? Charles, yours is October 22? And Macey yours is November 25?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Ah, wonderful. Norah and Macey, you will be sharing a room, room 129, Charles, your room is going to be 125, you will have a roommate, William III, very kind boy that one is. You may head up now.”

The three siblings headed up the stairs, parting at Charlie’s room. Macey and Norah made their way to their own room. When the girls got to their room, Norah reached for the handle. The door opened with a loud creak. The room was very plain. Wooden walls and floor, a queen bed decorated with a blue quilt with flowers embedded in it, and two plain white pillows. There was a closet at the end of the room made out of wood, and there was a door that led to a bathroom. Right beside the door lay a desk with a piece of parchment and a quill lying on top. On each side of the bed lay nightstands with one drawer each. They set their bags down on the bed. Macey threw herself beside the bags, snuggling into the fluffy mattress. 

Macey squealed, “Norah, I’m excited for this orphanage. It feels like the start of something new. A fresh turnover!”

Norah smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in it. “Me too Mace, me too.” Norah hopped off from where she sat down on the bed, and grabbed Macey’s hand. “C’mon, let’s go find Charlie.”

They ran down the hall until they reached his room. Macey knocked. “Come in!” Charlie’s voice called.

The girls walked in to find Charlie at his desk drawing a griffin. 

“C’mon Charlie, we wanna exploreeeee!” Mace screeched

“MACEY!!! JEEZ! I’m coming, I’m coming.” Charlie looked like a bear had come up from behind. Norah giggled at his startled state. 

He threw on a jacket and walked out, the girls following close behind. They walked down the hall, testing doors to see which ones were locked. A lot of them were. Finally, at the very, very end of the hallway, they found a door that was unlocked. The door creaked open, slowly revealing an empty room, that is, empty with a closet. The walls were royal blue with flowers dancing off of them. There was a mirror on the floor that reciprocated their every movement. Macey ran towards the closet, reaching for the door, but pausing before she opened it. Beautiful, intricate carvings were etched into the sides and front of the closet. Flowers danced all over with vines and leaves etched around. Macey raised a finger and began to trace the carvings. Suddenly, the doors to the closet opened up and a slim, shadowy arm reached out and yanked Macey through the door.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Macey screamed as the doors shut behind her. 

 

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