Semi-Literate+ RPers Club [DEAD;NEW LINK IN FIRST POST]

[Metallic Dragon]

Lol^^ If you'd like I could send you some of it through PM^^ I sent the first bit to Unknown Child already

[Pingutaina]

Hey, I made this wolf roleplay, I thought I'd advertise it here. It' currently only has two members rping besides me, I'd like to have some more. I'd appreciate it if you at least looked at the plot, I think it's alright. Thx. viewtopic.php?f=7&t=192672&p=5126103#p5126103

[cazio]

I wrote a fanfic awhile ago, its not done (since there's only two chapters lol)

You can read 'em here: tell me what you think!

http://jinglecow.deviantart.com/#/d2t75ye

[Bartimaeus]

Here's a snippet of a new story I'm still writing. It's called: Burning Grass.

Prologue
The first time I met Emma, she was painting the grass at our local park purple.
Quite weird actually. I had asked her about it, but all she replied with was a small grunt. So, I picked up a spare paintbrush, and joined her. Everyone else around stared at us, bewildered.
After a couple of minutes, we started talking.
“What’s your name?”
“Elizabeth.” I replied.
“I don’t like that name! You look more like a Pancake to me!”Pancake? What was that about?
“Urm... well, what’s your name?”
“Emma.”
And that’s when it all started. Worst decision in my life to make friends with her, but I still enjoy it. And on occasions, I don’t even regret it, it’s so fun.
“I haven’t seen you around before. Did you just move here?”
“Yea. I’ll probably be going to your school.” She replied. There was an awkward pause. “Hey, meet me here at exactly 9.00PM. And whatever you do, don’t be late!”
“Um... okay... but why?”
“Just come! Okay?!”
“Ur... Okay?”
I ended up coming anyway. I guess I forced myself into it. I don’t know why. I don’t even know anything about her. I told my mum that I was going round Georgia’s house to finish off a science project that was due in Monday.
“Don’t be late back darling!”
“I won’t!” Little did I know, I wouldn’t be coming back at all that night.


Chapter 1 Burning Grass
As soon as I slipped out of the house I ran straight down to the park. It was already five past! [censored]! ...But what was I worried about? I mean, I don’t even know who this girl is! But then, I thought some more, and started running again, faster and harder.
My forehead was damp with sweat by the time I got there. It was middle of June, and baking hot. And running two miles across your village doesn’t help.
I could smell smoke rising as Emma came running across to me. My heart was pounding with anxiety. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow.
“God! You’re late! Quick, come help me, or it may not work!” She dragged my by the arm to where we were sat this very morning. It looked so different now, clouded by the fog and the falling night.
“What are you talking about?!” I was coughing heavily, the smoke was so thick.
“We’re burning the grass! When you paint it purple or yellow with a special liquid, it blazes brightly when you set it alight.”
“What?! This is mad!”And yet, I ended up helping her set fire to the park anyway. And she was right too. The grass did blaze a bright and brilliant pink. It was quite pretty actually. But Emma seemed almost mesmerised by it. She stared right into the fire, and even long after it had gone out she just sat there and gazed at the charred grass, for at least a half hour, without saying a word.
Quietly, hoping she wouldn’t notice, I brushed myself down and then left.
As I trudged slowly back to my house, I lifted my arm and looked at my watch. It was eleven ó clock already. I could still smell the foul smoke lingering around my clothes.
But out of nowhere, Emma popped up and scared the life out of me. I screamed, but she clenched her hands firmly around my mouth and dragged me down the street.
“You’ve got to be more quiet.” She whispered softly into my ear. “You’ll wake them up.” She nodded towards a large house just a few blocks down from where I lived.
“Do you live here?” She snorted at my question.
“Of corse not!” She handed me a matchbox as she opened their recycling bin. “Here, light a match will you?” I was in no mood for arguing at the moment, so I just went along with it and did as she said. “Now, chuck it in the bin!”
“What?!”
“Just do it!” Her eyes almost lit up as I moved the match back and forth. I was petrified by this. By her. She was so strange, I almost felt obliged to do so. And I did. It was something about her eyes. They were bright orange. It was almost as if she made me give in.
When I chucked it inside the bin I watched her face glow with excitement. She waited for the bin to actually start to burn before she shut the lid and rolled it down the slope, almost hitting a cat and setting fire to a bush.
When I arrived home late and switched on the light, I found my mother waiting for me on the sofa, with an extremely unpleasant look upon her face. Oh, [censored]! Now I’m in for it.
“It is two in the morning, young lady!”
“Sorry mum, we were up all night finishing the project. I really need to get some sleep.” But before I had a chance to get up the stairs, she strutted right up to me.
“You smell of smoke.”
“Oh, yea... well, I think one of the Bunsen burners fell over and the rug caught on fire, or something...” Hey, I was tired and had been up all night with some mad girl who I had just met this morning! I needed an excuse! Be it a good one or not, I needed one.
I was just wondering what would happen when my mum started talking to Georgia’s mum and find out that I was never really there. But I was kinda hoping it wouldn’t get to that.
“Hmm... very well then. Go straight to bed and have a good night’s rest.” Now that was one thing I could most certainly agree on!
 
Chapter 2 Blazing Bins
Six ó clock in the morning. God! Will those neighbours ever shut up?! It’s already eight ó clock and they’ve been at it for two hours now!
We live in a semi-detached house and my room is right next to the loudest room in their house. And the walls are hollow, which doesn’t help either.
“THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOU’LL DO AS I SAY! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT!” Said the voice of what sounded like a very grumpy old man. Another voice entered the conversation. He was presumably his son.
Behind the shouting I could occasionally hear the voice of a very distressed woman.
“CALL THE POLICE!!!!!” And that’s about all she said (or rather, shrieked), or all that I could hear mingled in with all the yelling and Holly’s barks. Holly’s their little westie dog. She’s quite sweet but usually ends up waking me early in the morning, even when the rest of them aren’t yelling.
By around nine ó clock someone across the street had called the police and they were just arriving. For us this is quite normal. Our next door neighbours regularly have the police round. On more than one occasion they rang round our house asking for the description of their car, which is usually missing at the time.
I recon the whole neighbourhood was watching secretively from their windows as the police took Luke (the son) and what was presumably his baby daughter away in the police car.
I presume that what happened was, his teenage son came home very late in the morning drunk and they started an argument about it.
But to be honest I didn’t really care about what was going on much. All I wanted to do was get some more sleep. But of corse, it was Monday and soon I had better head off to school and hand in that science project that I didn’t work on last night.
By the time I got there I was way late for 1st period and had to explain to Mr. Sampson why I slept in, and hadn’t arrived with my homework. I got detention, obviously.

[omori]

Hmm.. Would you mind helping me with my story, guys? Nobody did when I posted it in share your creations, so I figured you might help. The main character's name is Shiloh Kassandra Fable, but I can't seem to think of anything different about her. Oh, and if the second paragraph doesn't match with what you're suggesting, I can change it. ^^


Normal.
It's one of those words that you can't explain in words. Like you have to point at somebody and say that they're normal. That person on the subway? They're normal. That person on TV? They're not normal. But in a good way. They get paid tons of money to say a few lines. They have fans that adore them for everything they do. They get special treatment wherever they go. They can't even go to a restaraunt without being swarmed by their adorning fans. They can fly everywhere they go instead of driving there. Not normal. In a good way.

Now imagine yourself being not normal. But in this version of not normal, you can't barely talk without wanting to blurt out the secret that you've been keeping for almost your whole life. Your "friends" are the stray animals and sewer rats that find their way to you. Your house is anywhere that you find along the streets at nighttime. You have no cars to ride in; simply your own two feet, and an occasional train, if it's going slow enough to catch. You don't know where you're going, and you don't know why you're going.. But you're going. You hope to one day find someone who's just like you, but you know in reality that these hopes are just crazy fantasies. Once you imagine that, I only have four words to say to you.
Welcome to my world.

[Bartimaeus]

Hmm.. Would you mind helping me with my story, guys? Nobody did when I posted it in share your creations, so I figured you might help. The main character's name is Shiloh Kassandra Fable, but I can't seem to think of anything different about her. Oh, and if the second paragraph doesn't match with what you're suggesting, I can change it. ^^


Normal.
It's one of those words that you can't explain in words. Like you have to point at somebody and say that they're normal. That person on the subway? They're normal. That person on TV? They're not normal. But in a good way. They get paid tons of money to say a few lines. They have fans that adore them for everything they do. They get special treatment wherever they go. They can't even go to a restaraunt without being swarmed by their adorning fans. They can fly everywhere they go instead of driving there. Not normal. In a good way.

Now imagine yourself being not normal. But in this version of not normal, you can't barely talk without wanting to blurt out the secret that you've been keeping for almost your whole life. Your "friends" are the stray animals and sewer rats that find their way to you. Your house is anywhere that you find along the streets at nighttime. You have no cars to ride in; simply your own two feet, and an occasional train, if it's going slow enough to catch. You don't know where you're going, and you don't know why you're going.. But you're going. You hope to one day find someone who's just like you, but you know in reality that these hopes are just crazy fantasies. Once you imagine that, I only have four words to say to you.

THIS is AWESOME! I love! <3

[omori]

Aw, thanks, but I forgot the last for words! Ahaha!
Welcome to my world.
There you go, ahaha, now it's finished. Anyways, do you have any suggestions for what Shiloh should be? As in a werewolf, etc.

[Bartimaeus]

Well, I would say that you should make it a realistic fiction. But not too realistic. I mean, without vampires, werewolves, ect. It would be quite cool if the main character was actually kinda average, but not. If you knwo what I mean? What did you think of Burning Grass?

[Metallic Dragon]

ShadowSlayer: Burning Grass is pretty good^^ I enjoyed reading it, you've got quite the interesting style of writing. Oh, did you see my little snippet from my story on the last page?

Kitteh: I agree with Shadow. There are so many stories these days that are all werewolves and vampires. Seeing someone who is just slightly above average would be pretty cool.

[Lady Mekka]

♥Alice in Underland-A FanFic Story♥
I sighed, pulling apart yet another piece of the Machine, cogs clanking to the floor.
“Careful, Alice!” Hatter called, worried.
“I only have two hands, Hatter!” I yelled back, cringing as I bent down to grab the four cogs that had fallen. My back was sore from bending down at strange angles, trying to reach all the parts of the Machine. For the past ten years, I had slaved over the Machine, fixing it, and it was no where near done.
“Alice, I’m going to the Tea Party.” Hatter announced. “You keep working.”
“Have fun!” I yelled, smiling. I couldn’t wait to join the Tea Party again. I set the cogs in the box I had labeled for them, carefully etching small identification numbers in their surfaces. I turned back to the Machine, pulling off more parts, writing down on a pad of paper what parts were irrevocably damaged and would need to be replaced.
“ALICE!” my mother screeched, probably from our front stoop.
“Coming!” I called back, taking a handkerchief out of my pocket to wipe the Machine grease off. I stuffed it back into my pocket, pulling my hair tie out so my blonde hair could fall freely down my back. I closed the door of the shed that housed the Machine, locking it. I looked up at the sky, shocked at how late it was. I had missed dinner yet again, and Father wouldn’t be happy. I ran as fast as I could through the forest, heading slightly uphill. The bare trees reached their fingers up towards the sky, in hopes of drinking up the weak sunlight that had streamed down during the day.
“Straight to shower.” my mother ordered, holding open the back door for me, pointing into the house with her meticulously kept fingernail.
“Yes, Mother.” I replied, marching into the house. I tiptoed past the living room, careful not to disturb my father. After a quick shower, I went straight to bed, like normal. My parents hated when I worked on the Machine. Not that they knew that was what I was doing, but I disappeared for long periods of time, and they couldn’t take that again, not after my disappearance ten years ago.

“How about now?” I called out, excited.
“Alice, I think it’s working.” Hatter called back, disbelief coloring his voice.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I muttered dryly as I wiped my hands, my feet leading me to the large concrete grill in front of the shack.
“Alice?” Hatter asked, a smoky rendition of himself trailing out of a small chimney used to lead the smoke from the wood burning below the grilling grate away from the meat.
“Yeah, of course. Why, Hatter, you haven‘t changed a bit!!” I said, smiling. Hatter stared at me, perplexed. “What, Hatter, you thought I wouldn’t change in ten years?” He shook his head as my face fell.
“Alice, it’s only been ten weeks here in Underland.” he explained, his eyes drinking me in greedily and confusedly all at the same time. I shook my head, sighing.
“Well, that’s to be expected, I guess.” I replied, smiling softly as Hatter crinkled his eyebrows in a quizzical fashion.
“Earth and Underland are two separate places, right? So why would they operate on the same time? On Venus, an entire year passes before a day is completed! I should have known.” I was half disgusted in myself as I realized I should have pondered such a thing long before now.
“Now Alice.” Hatter said, his apparition setting a smoky hand on my shoulder, though I could not feel a thing. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I should have thought of that as well, but since neither of us thought we shouldn’t think ourselves useless or we‘ll think only the worst of ourselves!” I smiled, nodding. Per usual, Hatters’ strange wisdom was correct.
“I’m going to continue to work on the Machine, Hatter. It shouldn’t be long before it’s working like new.” I felt a strong determination. I would join Hatter and Hare and all my friends once more. I just had to.

I quickly awoke, pulling on a pair of blue jeans and a powder blue shirt, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I ate a quick granola bar, running out the door to catch the morning bus, my bag slung over my right shoulder. I put my stuff in my locker, rushing to my first hour. After my first three classes of the day, I went to Spanish, my fourth hour. I was nearly dozing when I started to hear a ticking sound. It was steadily getting louder, so I sat up, looking around, Senor droning in the background about farm animals. Pretending I was looking for my planner, I ducked down, my hand searching for what I already knew was there as my eyes searched for the source of the ticking.
“Alice, you’re late!” I heard, making me jump. I straightened slowly, the classroom silent as everyone stared at the white rabbit in a waistcoat standing on his hind legs.
“Pardon me?” I asked, my eyes wide as I tried to recall where I had seen such a rabbit before… he seemed so familiar.
“You’re late!” he repeated, tapping the glass of the pocket watch patiently. I sat in silence for a bit, his eyes darting from me to his pocket watch and back.
“You’re late!” he repeated, looking at me with scrutinizing eyes. “You are Alice, right?” I nodded.
“Pardon me, Sir Rabbit, but I’m late for what?” I finally asked, feeling silly for asking since he apparently expected me to know.
“The Hatter needs to speak to you and you’re late!” he started to hop about, motioning for me to follow him with his forepaw. I stood, then rethought that movement, my eyes casting over towards my teacher.
“May I go?” I asked him, half smiling as I pleaded with my eyes.
“What will I tell them?” he responded, dumbstruck. I inferred he was referring to the office.
“Tell them there was a family emergency and I had to leave right away.” I ran after the rabbit, not even bothering to collect my stuff. If it was important enough for Hatter to send a Messenger Rabbit to me, it was as important as life itself. I suddenly recalled where my rabbit friend was from…
“Let’s play hide-and-go-seek!” a much younger John Heus suggested, holding his chubby hand out for mine.
“Sure!” I agreed, as well as all the other children of the neighborhood.
“I’ll count to one hundred.” John said, leading me in a half jog, half run towards the forest. “And then I’ll seek you all!” I slid my hand out of his, coming to a halt.
“My mother won’t be happy if I wander into the forest alone.” I said, worried, staring at John as he stopped a few feet in front of me.
“Don’t be a baby!” said a boy with a bad nasal problem, catching up to John and I. I turned and promptly stuck out my tongue.
“I’m not a baby, I’m just following my mother’s rules.” I said, sticking my hands sulkily into the pockets of my bleach white apron.
“Don’t worry, Alice.” John assured me, patting me on the head rather hard, making the spikes in my black headband punch into my skin rather uncomfortably. “I’ll find you first.” I smiled, sliding my hand into his again, skipping as he jogged, the whole neighborhood of children following close behind.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...” John yelled, his arm resting against a tree trunk and his eyes covered by the sleeve of the Confederate soldiers outfit he wore. I giggled as I ran through the forest, careful not to get my white stockings muddy.
“I’m late…” I heard a voice calling from somewhere up ahead of me. I gradually slowed to a stop, looking around.
“Excuse me!” I called, seeing a flash of white ahead of me. “Excuse me!” I chased after the white as it darted side to side. “Excuse me! Late for what?” My powder blue dress fluttered around me and I was careful to avoid any branches that could snag it.
“I’m late…” I followed the flashes of white and the voice until I saw a white rabbits’ rump crawling through a metal door, an echo-y ‘I’m late’ drifting back to me. I crawled in after the rabbit, being as careful of my dress, apron, shoes, and stockings as any six year old could.
I snapped out of my memory, hurrying to catch up. I followed the White Rabbit, panting as I jogged, cursing myself for not taking my inhaler that morning.
“Sir Rabbit…” I panted out, “You can… run ahead… and let… HatterknowI’mcoming.” The rabbit turned his head as he bounded effortlessly over the hilly terrain. He nodded, and increased his tempo. I lived only a half a mile away from school, but it seemed to take forever to run to the shack.
“Alice.” Hatter said, his smoky apparition trailing up out of the small flue, relief saturating his voice.
“What’s… wrong… Ha… Ha… Hatter?” I panted, my wheezings making it hard for me to think.
“Apparently, things from Underland can come into Earth, but not the other way around.” he said quickly, his genie-like body loosing mass and gaining mass like the waves of the ocean. I felt the blood leaving my face.
“What came over?” I asked in a monotone, knowing from the look on Hatters’ face it wasn’t good.
“Well, I can’t be sure-”
“HATTER!” I screamed, slowly gaining control of myself. “What. Came. Over?”
“A Carddeck Assassin. He’s looking for you.” I felt myself swaying, and suddenly the world started to tilt. “ALICE!”
“Hello, who are you?” Hatter asked me, holding out his hand with a friendly smile.
“A-A-A-Alice.” I stuttered, wiping my face with the back of my hands, my knees curled up close to my chest.
“Alice.” Hatter said slowly, as if letting my name set on his tongue to see if he liked the taste of it. “Well, Alice, I’m the Mad Hatter, Hatter to my friends.” I took his hand, and he helped me get out from under the bush I had hidden in for refuge.
“Hello, Hatter.” I said, smiling even though my tears were still falling down my face.
“Alice, are you lost?” Hatter asked, concerned. I nodded, feeling my tears start to fall again. “Alice, do you like tea?”
“Yes.” I said, sniffling in a classic child-like ways.
“Well, Alice, let’s go to a party.”
“Alice.” I heard, a warm set of arms circling me.
“Hm?” I grunted, my eyes shut.
“Alice, you need to wake up.” the voice said, the arms shaking me gently.
“I don’t want to.” I murmured, taking a deep breath through my nose and smelling the warm scent of musk. The voice laughed.
“Alice, that wasn’t a suggestion.” I suddenly sat up, my head swimming. My fears were confirmed.
“Oh, my gosh.” I said, staring blankly at John Heus. He smiled.
“Good to see you, too.” He stood, dusting off the seat of his pants and holding his hand out for me to take.
“How did you find me?” I asked, taking his hand.
“I heard there was a family emergency and I thought I would come to offer my condolences, since I don’t have any more classes for the day. However, when I knocked, your mother was shocked to find out there was any emergency.” He raised an eyebrow to me.
“Well, did you cover for me?” I asked, a bit panicked, pausing in the middle of wiping my seat off as well.
“Sure. I said that I must have heard it wrong. After all, there are seven Alice’s in our high school alone. I smiled, apologized, and walked back towards my house when I heard you screaming. I had a bit of trouble finding you.” He admitted sheepishly, a bit of a blush crossing his cheekbone. “Are you okay?”
“Sure.” I said, nodding and giving a half hearted smile. He raised his eyebrow again, giving me a look that let me know he didn’t believe me.
“I’m fine, really.” I said, putting more conviction behind it. “I had a scare, and it kicked my adrenaline into overdrive which caused my lungs to constrict. Sometimes, when that happens, I faint.” I sent a silent prayer up as an apology for telling a half truth. He seemed to buy that explanation, since he had seen me once when I had an attack without my inhaler nearby.
“Thanks for protecting me while I was out.” I said, smiling as I finished dusting off my blue jeans.
“What’s in here?” he asked, walking over to the door of the shack.
“Nothing.” I said, almost a little too fast. He looked at me with suspicion, rattling the door and looking in the solitary window, which was too dingy for him to see through.
“Hey, isn’t this were you were found?” he asked, scrutinizing the tiny building.
“Yeah.” I replied, a bit uncomfortable. The time I had spent in Underland, to me only a mere three days, had been an entire six months of Earth time.
“Holds bad memories, huh?” he asked, looking like said memories were bad for him as well as he pat a brick. “You know, I blamed myself for it.” I stood in stunned silence. He turned and looked at me, laughing tartly. “I promised you I would find you first, didn’t I? It was my idea to have a game of hide-and-go-seek, right? It’s my fault.” I shook my head, walking over to him.
“Don’t blame yourself! It was my fault for going to far into the woods.” I said, covering up for my trip to Underland. I felt so bad for him taking the blame for my trip to another world. John rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything more.
“I… need to get home.” I said, backing away awkwardly, pointing with my thumbs over my back. John nodded, his eyes trying to see through the grime into the shack. I turned around, walking though the woods. I cursed my luck, wishing John had left first. I needed to talk to Hatter, and John prevented it from happening. I made a mental note to go out and buy two Altoid mint tins and design some call boxes for myself and Hatter to use. It would defiantly make it easier for us to talk.
“Alice!” John called out, running to my side. “While you were out, you muttered something about a, a… ‘Hatter’? Who’s that?”
“Um… He’s an old friend?” I said, ending it with a question.
“Really, who is he?” John asked, not amused. He seemed worried about it.
“Hatter is a… man who helped me when I was missing.” I said, wording it carefully. John’s eyes were bugging out of his head.
“HE KIDNAPPED YOU?!?!”
“NO, no, nothing like that!!” I said, trying to calm him down. “He was a hermit, and he had no contact to the outside world. Time was distorted when I was gone, and when I finally wandered back, six months had passed.” I must admit, it sounded lame even to me. John looked me in the eye, his deep green looking intently into my soft blue.
“You’re telling a half truth.” he finally surmised, smiling at me.
“How could you tell?” I asked, scrunching up my nose.
“You always play with the edge of your shirt when you tell a half truth. You twirl your hair when you full blown lie.” he responded, smiling sweetly at me. “That’s how I could always tell where you hid things for me to find. I would ask you questions, and you would either tell the truth or lie. I learned your patterns, and they haven’t changed a bit.” My eyes grew big as I realized he was right.
“So, tell me the whole truth.”
“You’ll think I’m crazy if I tell you, so I’ll let Hatter tell you for me.” I said, smiling as I lead him back to the clearing. I hoisted myself up onto the cement of the grill, looking down the flue.
“Hatter?” I called down the tube, feeling dumb for doing it. This was the first time I had called Hatter, so I didn’t know if he could see me.
“So, the boy is… gone…” Hatter said, appearing in his smoky shape, his eyes locking on John.
“Alice, what’s going on?” they both asked at the same time. I smiled sheepishly, first at Hatter, then at John.
“Hatter, meet John Heus. John, meet the Mad Hatter.”

After the shock of meeting each other, the two became fast friends, talking about the time while I was in Underland. I kept my eyes on the sky, watching the sun progress across the sky. When it was starting to get dark, I stood up.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I really must get home for supper.” I said, smiling as I waved goodbye. I walked home, a bit disturbed to find the front door left wide open.
“Mother?” I called, setting my coat on the table before walking through the entrance hall. “Mother?” I heard a raspy breathing coming from behind the swinging kitchen door. “Mother?” I pushed open the door, seeing my mother laying on the floor, a red diamond shaped blade shoved into her chest. She lay in a pool of blood, her mouth open in an eternal, soundless scream. I screamed, and I saw the Carddeck Assassin just as he turned to look at me.
“Aliccccce.” he hissed out, pulling the diamond blade out of my mothers’ sternum. I turned, running as quickly as I could.
“Aliccccce.” he hissed again, following me. I screamed as a set of hands wrapped themselves around my shoulders from behind, halting my movement.
“ALICE!” I nearly collapsed in relief as John’s voice rang sound and clear above my panicked screaming, swinging me around with the help of my momentum.
“ALICE!” he shouted again, trying to snap me out of hysterics. I finally did collapse, crumpling to the green grass below. I could see the wild panic in his eyes, trying to understand what I could not articulate. Suddenly, I saw the Carddeck Assassin pull through the trees, causing my hysterics to swell.
“ALICE!” John shouted, shaking my shoulders. I struggled to stand, pulling him up and pointing with trembling fingers, trying to make John run away. John turned, spotting the Assassin.
“What in the world?” he murmured, when it suddenly dawned on him that the Assassin is what was upsetting me so. “RUN!” John turned suddenly, grabbing my right hand in his left as he half dragged me away from the monster. I stumbled often, looking over my shoulder for the slow moving beast, wishing that this was all a dream but knowing all the while it was not. I suddenly realized where John was running to, so I tugged on his arm, trying to get him to shift course.
“What… are… you… doing?” he asked, panting from the near dead sprint we were running.
“Hatter.” was all I could wheeze out, feeling my lungs constrict as my asthma kicked in. Nodding, John ran towards the Machine shack, his forehead crinkled in the same adorable look that he wore when he slaved over his homework. Of course, today I had decided that I wouldn’t need my inhaler, so I didn’t take it. And now I felt like my lungs were on fire, and all of the water in the world couldn’t help to put it out.
“Alice… stay… with… me…” John panted out, his hand gripping mine harder. I nodded, letting him yank me forward.
“ALICE!” Hatter screamed, his wispy being staring down at me as John and I came tumbling into the clearing. I paid no heed to him, turning around and watching for the Assassin, my lungs working in over time to try to get oxygen to my body. I noticed the edges of my eyesight going black, and the world tilted…
“I saw a White Rabbit in a waistcoat.” I explained, my petite hand dwarfed by Hatters. “And I followed him, but he was very fast.”
“Ah, must have been one of the Royal Messenger Rabbits. They really work for all people, but they were dubbed ‘Royal Messengers’ by the Fourth White Queen of Underland.” Hatter explained, smiling down at me. “Do you like tea?” I nodded politely, even though I had already told him that I did.
“Ah, good, I have tea. Would you like to go to a Tea Party?” he asked. I nodded again, smiling sweetly. My grandmother was the same way, forgetting if she had asked me about something or not, so I knew exactly how to act.
“Here we are.” Hatter announced, sweeping his free hand wide to showcase the mechanical splendor before us. My eyes went wide as I examined the gleaming mechanism, puffing steam and cogs turning.
“This is the Tea Machine.” Hatter explained. “I made it myself, with the help of the March Hare and Dormouse. The Doodads spin, the Whirligigs whirl, and the Whaddayacallits press. Together, they all make a wonderful cup of tea.” At that exact moment, Hatter held out a cup that he had literally up his sleeve, catching the tea that came pouring out of a grate. He held it out for me to drink, and I eagerly took a sip.
“That is the best tea I’ve ever had!” I said, smiling as I took another sip.
“Here, take a seat.” Hatter said, leading me over to a long table draped in many mismatched table cloths. I sat in a chair that had had a leg broken off and had been replaced by a few precariously perched teapots.
“Welcome to the Tea Party.”
“Alice? Alice, are you okay?” I, for the second time in a twenty four hour span, found myself in the warm arms that belonged to a deep voice. But this set of arms didn’t smell like musk at all, they smelled like-
“Tea.” I said, sitting up to see Hatter kneeling where my head had been resting but moments before.
Hatter tilted his head, frowning and pulling his eyebrows together.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Um... Nothing, Hatter." I said, putting my hands to my spinning head.
"Alice, I think you should lay down again." John said, putting his warm arm around my shoulders. I nodded, letting him lower me back to the ground as I covered my eyes. My head was throbbing.
"Where's the Assassin?" I asked, sitting right back up as my memory returned rather suddenly and violently.
"Hatter... took care of it." John was obviously trying to spare me the gory details, but I could guess what most likely happened.
"Good." Laying back down on the soft grass, I took a deep breath. "Have you guys called the police?"
"What is a 'Police'?" Hatter asked, interrupting John's responce.
"Police are like the Underland Carddeck 2's." I quickly said, motioning for John to continue speaking.
"Yes, I did. They're taking your mother to the morgue for an autopsy." I felt my headache intensify.
"How are we going to cover up the fact that the Assassin was killed? Underlanders have a different internal structure, so if his body is found, it'll be splashed all over the news."
"Well, I don't think they're going to find his body..." John muttered, and I opened my eyes, looking deeply in his soft brown eyes.
"What did you do to the body?"
"Stashed it into the junkyard. In a car that was going to be crushed and melted down." I just had to shake my head at that, but had to stop almost imediatly and shut my eyes, since it made me nauseus.
"What about my father?"
"He pulled up to the house just as I did, to use the phone. He bolted the moment he heard your mom was dead." I scoffed.
"Classic move, Father." I muttered with a sigh, feeling a breeze pushing the long grass and my hair in waves. "So, Hatter, looks like you're stuck in my world this time." He laughed, patting my head with his fingerless, lace lined, gloved left hand.
"You're right. This world is weird." he just sat there, plucking grass out of the soil.
"Says the man who invented a machine to brew a mass cup of tea?" I teasingly shot back, opening one of my eyes to look at him.

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