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posted by Katie Sabelko on your stories writing contest
I slipped out of bed, tiptoeing breathlessly to the window, fearing the sight would disappear. Quick, I dashed the curtains away and pressed my forehead to the cool windowpane. My heart fell. They had gone. Nothing met my eyes but the dark, ugly house across the street and the cold hard road below. The sky above held stars, to be sure, but not my stars. My stars had gone and would perhaps never return. Such a thought sent my heart in cold heat, and a tear glistened in my eye, slowly rolling down my cheek.
Suddenly it glowed. It glowed brighter and brighter, silver haloed around the droplet. A gust of cool breeze sent my sticky hair ruffling behind my back. The white curtains rustled as they batted around the windows and my pale nightgown shivered excitedly. The house across the street disappeared—the street disappeared—my feet quivered and I stepped delicately on the windowsill. A flash of light darted before my eyes, blinding my sight into an explosion of silver, until I then saw it. My stars. I shivered with glee and leaned out the window, pushing back the house, my room, my window, my curtains, until I stepped lightly into the Stars' Realm. My hair danced around my wild cheeks and my eyes brightened. I was with my stars.
Then I ran. I flew back my arms and streaked toward a silver light. The star laughed and lilted around me, twinkling and flashing so that I never knew whether she was on my left or my right or merely always before my eyes. Another appeared an instant later, and another, and another, and I never could figure out where they came from and they all laughed—high and twinkling giggles like a million silver bells on Christmas Eve—and they seemed to mightily enjoy my innocent confusion. But I laughed with them. I laughed because I with them. I was with my stars.
One linked arms with me—though I could not say it was an arm, or an appendage, or anything but a solid silver glow that wrapped around my thin, pale arm and fingers in a cool, glorious grip. We stepped high, daintily, and kicked up our heels and ran. We danced. We circled around the moon, who gave us a wise smile from his wrinkled face, and we sailed through the sky. We darted among one another, in and out and around, in the most wild Virginia Reel ever to be found. My feet tingled and chortled with giddiness. I tried my hardest to keep up with the stars, who came and went and appeared and disappeared and twirled and dipped until my mind had boggled so supremely that I tumbled down, hitting nothing but the bottomless sky. One star laughed and pulled me up, another grabbed my arm and twirled me around, and I was dancing again.
A star called out merrily that I ought to see myself, and I gazed in awe at my reflection in her silvery depths. My bare feet glowed and my thin nightgown floated effortlessly on me, rippling every now and then as if a breeze had whispered in its ear. My hair was a wild tangle of waves, but the original golden color was stained silver, as it radiated with star-like atmosphere. “You look like a star!” a small one called out, and grabbed my fingers, tainting them with her cool grasp, and away I was again, dancing my heart out with my friends. My stars.
Perhaps we danced for years, perhaps we danced for minutes that felt like years, perhaps we danced for years and minutes both, but suddenly I could feel my feet losing their cool soothe. The warm tingle coming back reminded me of the life in another world, and I gave a small sigh, desperately wishing upon the North Star that I might stay. She smiled, and touched my cheek, leaving a silver rhinestone implanted where her cool finger had lingered. “You are a star child,” she pronounced softly. And a smile crossed my face.
My stars washed away quickly after her words and I found myself standing on the windowsill again, gazing at the ugly house across the street. I stood there for a moment, feeling the last silver tingles leave my toes. Crestfallen, I gazed up at the dull, faded night sky. The North Star flashed once, and I understood the message. I was still a star. I stepped down and lightly closed the curtains. I turned softly and slipped into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. Perhaps I would see my stars again, perhaps not. But I would always remember this night. I was a star . . . for I had danced with the stars.
posted by Katie Sabelko on writing contest
I've decided to extend the deadline for the writing contest. The new deadline for all entries is:
- One entry per person
- All entrants must live in the USA
- All entries must be written from your point of view
- Unless you are a 900 year old Time Lord, you are not considered “old” and may most definitely enter the contest
- Keep it clean
- Having fun is mandatory
- Follow my blog and like my page on Facebook (if you don't have a Facebook account, just follow my blog)
- Share this contest on your blog or facebook page
- Write your entry (in 500-1,500 words) and send it to me at: firstname.lastname@example.org