I am so bored so I thought I'd come up with something to write to kill some time. Basically, I'm just rambling on as I go, so bear with me (if you wish, that is). Alright, how about I write a story to keep myself and you (yes, you -- the reader) entertained? I love writing, so, it's my passion, if you can say that. I need a theme. Just what theme is fantastic enough? Fantastic... Hmm... Fantasy.
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"Stop it, right there!" A white-earred creature appears in front of me, aiming a small stick wand like those in Hogwarts.
"What do you want from here?" He, or rather, it claims.
I blink a few times, trying to dissolve the surrealness into my mind. "Uh... Isn't that rabbit ears?" I ask whatever is on the edge of my almost-insane mind, ignoring the earlier question totally.
The creature, with totally human-like characteristics except for the rabbit ears, grunts in annoyance and throws me a sharp gaze. "So what if it is?! What are you doing here anyway? Don't you know that intruding the Dream World is against the rule of both my world and yours?" He shoots word after word rapidly, his stance still in a ready-to-attack position.
I glance around the absurd environment around me. "Rabbit ears... Weird place... It's like Alice in Wonderland, isn't it?" I whispered to myself, trying to work the situation out. "Wait. You said, Dream World? So, I'm simply dreaming?" I pose the question to rabbit guy in front of me.
He opens his mouth to answer but a voice cuts him before anything. A pair of hands land on either side of my shoulders, causing me to jump in surprise and away from a posh-looking man. This person dresses exactly like a British gentleman, complete with a pipe.
"My apologies for surprising you. Jack, take back that wand of yours. She's merely a confused lady, can't you see?" He says, his voice soft and gentle. For a moment, I am entranced by his too-good-to-be-true demeanour.
"Hmph, Clark. You'll never know if she's a spy sent by the Swoofies," the rabbit guy whose name is apparently Jack, huffs back, hesitantly withdrawing his black wand. The Swoofies?
I try. Or more like, I tried, because now I'm clutching my stomach, bent over as I laugh my throat out. Tears are literally trickling down my eyes, my whole body quivering with pure laughter. The two quieten down, exchanging gazes and contemplating my sanity, which I am pretty sure I have lost somewhere between my laughter.
"My lady, are you, perhaps, a bit ill in your..." The gentleman Clark hesitates.
"She's out of her mind," Jack announces. Clark shoots him a sharp look, the one that says "Mind your words." With concern, he peers into my face again, as I slowly regain my composure but still sitting on the grassy ground.
Although out of breath, I manage to choke out, "No, no. While I do doubt my sanity, I am pretty fine for now. I just can't stop myself from laughing. What was it that you said? Swoofies?" I burst out laughing all over again after that word escapes my mouth.
"What about it?" Jack fires back, clearly annoyed at my outburst.
"Are they supposed to be bad guys or what?" I question between my stiffled laughter. Instead of a reply, I feel the weight of my body being lifted by two strong arms.
"Pardon me, my lady. But it seems like we need to get you to a calmer place now." I look up and see that gentleman Clark is steadily supporting me and already ready to pick me up like a groom would with his bride.
"Clark! What are you thinking? As if we don't have enough on our plates!" Jack grumbles irritatedly, clearly disapproving his friend's words. Clark doesn't reply and a smile stays plastered on his fair face.
Never being good with heights, I wrap my arms around this man, despite not even knowing his real identity. Am I too gullible? Not exactly. After hearing that I'm in this 'Dream World' and 'Swoofies' are the bad guys (I assume), I have come to a conclusion that none of this is reality and the biggest harm possible is me waking up in my own bedroom. OK, maybe I would roll off the bed or something, but not that it never happened to me. I thought, why not go on this adventure my sleeping mind sets up for me?
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"My lady, please have a cup of tea to calm your troubled mind," gentleman Clark hands me a cup of fragant, warm tea. I gladly accept as I sit in a room in one of a guest house Clark brought me to. Apparently, we are in a small town at the royal capital of Jellybean. (Seems to me, this World uses confectionaries as kingdom names).
"I've been meaning to ask you, who are you two actually? And the.... Swoofies," I grin widely at the name, but manage to supress any laughter. "Are they bad guys or what? And me. How did I get here?"
"Apologies for our late introductions. I'm Clark Jello, simply an adventurer," he bows humbly, right hand to the left side of his chest. I didn't notice it before because of his intruding hat and my flustered state, but he looks very handsome, good-looking, amazing facial features. My, oh my. My brain does an amazing job at creating a perfect man for my dream.
"Jack, it's your turn," Clark chides the sour-faced bunny guy. The latter scowls, displeased at the order as he leans back on the wall like some model in a photoshoot. I stare at him and slowly realise his appearance doesn't really lose to Clark's. Despite the bunny ears, which I find totally adorable, I would believe it if he's a top model or something.
"Stop staring. It's impolite," his strict voice cuts through my thought. Let me add, he's a stuck-up top model. "As much as I don't favour introducing myself to the likes of you, I have to. I'm Jack Wales.
" What do you mean 'the likes of me'?! You barely know me!" I retort instantly. "And what are you?"
"You, whose presence brings nothing but suspicion. The likes of you. I don't know why Clark bothers to bring you with us. And mind you, I'm Clark's--"
"Friend. He's my closest friend. We're venturing the area for the meantime," Clark brushes off quickly and fixes his gaze at me. Oh goodness, those grey eyes are causing a storm in my heart. "You manage to laugh at the mention of Swoofies. Aren't you a strange one, my lady?"
"What is there not to laugh? Bad guys with the name of Swoofies can't possibly scare me a bit. Must be some really cute creatures or something, eh?" I jokingly reply, but obviously it isn't much of a humour for the two men in the room.
"They are indeed the evil ones causing a ruckus in other kingdoms. And it'll just be a matter of time before Jellybean becomes the next target," he explains with a small smile but his eyes display seriousness.
Seeing this, I straighten myself up and all trace of goofiness are gone. "Right. What exactly do they want? Conquer the world?"
"For once, you've finally used that brain of yours," Jack chirps in as he approaches the table Clark and I are sitting at. I glare at him. Does he have to be so mean? Make sure he doesn't fall in love with me later.
"Indeed they do. However, a lady like you shouldn't worry over it. Let the authorities handle," Clark calmly says but I can't respond so.
"What do you mean 'a lady like me'? Just because I'm a lady, doesn't make me weak! If the authorities can handle it, then these Swoofies aren't all that strong after all." I don't know why I am so enraged but I am. I just can't stand it when people put down females as weak.
"Whoa, easy there, missy. So what if you do know? What can you possibly do? Looking at your figure, I doubt you can even hurt a normal human to start with," Jack's nonchalant voice states.
"There are normal humans in this World?" I question.
"Umm... Duh... Clark is a human, can't you see?" He answers indifferently. It is true that Clark has the traits of a human but something just doesn't quite feel right. He has this strong aura emanating from him that tells me he isn't just as simple as stated.
"Then, how did you know I'm from another World?"
"Normal humans here don't dress like you do. We studied about your World and know everything about it. I just never thought we'd encounter a Real World human so soon," Jack surprisingly explains without much of his hurtful words. He leaves his gaze on me for long, as if I have information plastered all over my face.
"Judging from the way you say it, you don't know how you end up here?" Clark breaks the brief silence. I can only nod in reply, worry starts to creep into my heart. "I see. Then we must find a way to get you back. I don't know for sure, but staying in a World other than yours is probably not a good idea."
"Are...are you saying, this isn't a simple as a dream? I thought I'm just sleeping?!" I stand up abruptly, causing the table to shake a little. The two men are taken aback for a moment, seeing fear spreading like flames in my eyes.
"This isn't Dreamland. It's the Dream World. We live just like you do in your World. We are the alternate universe of yours, just like yours are to ours." Jack's explanation causes me go weak in the knees. I unconsciously crumble down to the floor and the painful impact from the hard wooden floor brings me to realise one thing. This isn't just a dream.
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Holla! My goodness. I love how ideas are just flowing into my head as I type. I'll definitely continue this story when I have the time (and effort). Please, do comment on my writing. I'd love to improve it as much as I can. And hopefully, people don't plagiarise it because it's my hardwork, OK.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading. Have a nice day!
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