Expanded creative writing
Waking up one morning, damming God for giving me extra toes, I heard my mother and father planning what to do. “Sophie, Sophie, good morning darling, how do you feel?” My mother asked me. I didn’t answer, however mother knew I was fine. I stirred in the bed my father made me last night. I look up straight into the scorching sun. For once the sun was out in Waknuk, but was I in Waknuk.”Mum, where are we?”
“I don’t know, but we must go south.” I got up and gazed at the horizon, there was nothing there. I looked down thinking of all the options I had, and cutting off my toe passed my mind many times . There is a small figure in the distance, I can’t quite make out what it was. One thing for sure it was big. “Hello! Who are you?”
“We are new comers, we have left Waknuk because… Who are you?”
“I am Richard, a local farmer, what are you doing in the wilderness, in this weather?” The strange man asked sympathetically.
“Where are we?” I asked with a yawn.
“Well you are lost, you are in New Cowlolaina.” “That’s a weird name, were did you get in from?” I jiggled. “Um, let me think, now I remember. Do you know about the old people?” He looked straight through me. I felt a little pressured. “Yes,” I said nervously. He paused for quite a lengthy bit of time.
“Well that saves us a lot of time.” I sigh. ” My great, great,not so great grandfather was one of the ‘old people’. He had a diary and in it was the place he lived, however there were a few tears in it, we were given ‘c.ol.ina’ , so we filled in the tears and got New Cowlolaina.”Father interrupts him.
” Which way is it to the Fringes, um?”
” It’s Richard, what are the Fringes?” Mother and father looked at each other making simple facial movements.
“Did you say we?” Mother obviously knew the answer yet I did not know yet why she asked him.
“Oh yeah, there is about forty of us living in New Cowlolaina, there is more than enough room for you guys, but that horse is going to need a lot of hay.” Suddenly I am squinting my eyes trying to see how big the horse was. how did it carry everything. “It’s fine, he only eats half a normal horse dose.”
“Great, follow me.” with a smile on everyone’s face, we got on our horses and rode back the same way Richard came.
On our horses, I look out to the side and start to see old buildings that are half built. ” Father what are those buildings in the distance?” I asked curiously. “Nothing darling.” Father wasn’t listening, I left him to wonder.
“So Richard, do you have a faith?” “Faith? Um, it mentions faith in the diary, however I have never understood it, do you?” Father ignored me, I left him to wonder. “Have you ever read the Bible or the Repentance?” Richard was blanker than paper.”Have you heard of these books before?” Father was shocked and surprised in a good way ,I think. “Books. The only book in New Cowlolaina is a diary and it is my great, great,not so great grandfather’s.Ha ha!”
“Why was he not so great?” I asked tilting my head. “Other wise the tribulation wouldn’t have killed him.” He said as if it was right in your face, that it wasn’t. There was silence for a few minutes until there was a sign, which said ‘welcome, fly carefully’. Suddenly, thought after thought jumped into my mind, ‘fly’ what could this mean? Did birds live here, what happened before the tribulation, why did He send the tribulation and finally did humans learn to fly.
“Welcome to your new house.” Before I knew it, we were already at the door of our new home. Once woken from my day dream, the smell of New Cowlolaina was overpowering the smell of farm animals like Waknuk. Stepping into the house, I look down and know that whatever happens, it’s it’s fault and that I can’t do anything in-radical apart from running away. “Mother, are you ok?” Mother was silent while unpacking the bags. “Look what you have got us in, we are supposed to be in
Waknuk, with or friends and family, we are meant to be home!” Shocked, I felt like my tongue was ripped out. I walked out.
After lunch, my curiosity got the better of me, I went down the staircase that leads to the basement. The stench was dreadful, but I seemed to have ignored it when I saw a green, small book that said on it ‘James Williams Diary’…
