Coraline Jones (
curiously_cora) wrote2008-04-23 11:33 am
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Coraline struggled to wake herself up.
Her room was empty. The bed unmade, a wooden horse resting next to her pillows and a film reel left beside it for another little girl. It looked like she had disappeared. However there were still things of Coraline's left; her wellington boots from home, her catbag filled with her school supplies, her clothes. It looked like she had disappeared at first glance but if you knew her, if you knew the little girl well enough then you would realise that she hadn't disappeared. She had been taken.
Alone in the dark, somewhere on the Island Coraline struggled to wake herself up. Curled up in the corner of the dark room, she wiped her eyes and tried to think of something happy.
She had counted the bricks on the left wall (82).
Things that were black or dark (Lots).
Dead children (None yet).
She had been right to be worried. The Other Mother had gotten her whilst she slept and now she was alone, alone in the dark with no way out. Imprisoned in walls of brick and glass.
Somewhere outside the door, lost amongst the dense grass- a key glistened.
Alone in the dark, somewhere on the Island Coraline struggled to wake herself up. Curled up in the corner of the dark room, she wiped her eyes and tried to think of something happy.
She had counted the bricks on the left wall (82).
Things that were black or dark (Lots).
Dead children (None yet).
She had been right to be worried. The Other Mother had gotten her whilst she slept and now she was alone, alone in the dark with no way out. Imprisoned in walls of brick and glass.
Somewhere outside the door, lost amongst the dense grass- a key glistened.
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The little wooden horse left lying on her bed. It looked exactly as she had left it the night she had gone to sleep and yet she had never felt so nervous about being in her own room. There were no creatures here, no rats, no other mothers but still it made her tense up.
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"Wellies and my catbag," Coraline said, her catbag had everything important in it. That was why she carried it with her everywhere. So she didn't ever forget anything. "And one of my paper girls, so I'm not alone."