Genre: Romance
About Sparkling AcrobatLocation: Houston, TX -USA Home Region: Age:18 Website: http://www.fictionpress.com/u/652389/Sparkling_Acrobat Favorite novels: Howl's Moving Castle, the set of Enchanted Forest Chronicles, The Phantom of the Opera, Irresistible, the trilogy El Viento en Llamas, etc etc :) Favorite writers: Diana W. Jones, Praticia C. Wrede, Phillip Pullman, Jean Ferris Favorite music: Depends on the type of story Non-noveling interests: Singing, Drawing, and Karate :p |
Joined: Oktober 13, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1 NaNoWriMo buddies: 13
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Synopsis: P.E.R.F.E.C.T.
I needed Him, and if the only way to get him was invoking him through a love ritual -so be it. He was going to be perfect and mine. ~The Novel
Excerpt: P.E.R.F.E.C.T.
I looked at my alarm clock with its blinking red numbers that told me it was almost time. I had everything. Three cups placed in a triangle filled with a hundred and thirty seven rose petals. Seven lit candles forming a circle around the cups. Rice paper, feather, and ink.
Determination.
The numbers in the alarm clock changed to 3:45 AM and I began to write in rice paper. One after another, I enumerated the qualities of my other half, my perfect love.
Blonde. Green eyes. Tall.
I wrote every little detail, down to his college career, number of siblings, and vehicle preference. I couldn’t risk losing him, too. My rushed writing crawled on the rice paper and some spots of ink had randomly stained here and there –I was terrible at writing with a feather.
Must be from England. Always protects me. Never leaves my side. Always understands me.
A swift breeze came from my open window and made the quivering light of the candles shake and make my room pitch black for a second. Only the shining moon outside kept the darkness from engulfing me. My heart beat fast, painfully.
Charming. Loving. Perf–
The alarm clock rang loudly at 3:47 AM as the tip of the feather I was using broke before I could finish the last word on my list. I looked for a pen, but didn’t see one, and I was running out of time. Giving up on the pen, I folded the rice paper, tore it in three parts, and burned each one in the flame of the candles aligned with the three cups.
Closing my eyes I began to sing the words I had memorized six months ago:
“Be thou with me,
Oh, Mother Moon;
Join my song
And give me your blessing.
Shine like no other
On the month of love,
And grant the Wish
Of a hurt one.”
Then I blew each candle separately, took the three cups of rose petals, and spread them around my dark room.
It was done. Now, I just had to wait.
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