Friday, May 10, 2013

A Short Story: Alissa in Wonderland

Alissa slammed her bedroom door. She couldn’t take it! Her mom was telling that stupid story about how she went to this place called “Wonderland” when she was little. Alissa sighed. Most of her friends’ parents didn’t going around telling crazy stories. But Alissa’s mom had never lost her imagination. She told that story over and over again.

Alissa went out of her house the next day to go pick some flowers. As Alissa was picking flowers, she saw a rabbit in suit. It was even more odd when the rabbit pulled out a stopwatch and started pointing at it like he was in a hurry to get somewhere. “No way,” Alissa gasped. It was just like the story her mom told over and over again.

The rabbit kept pointing at his watch and motioning to Alissa like he wanted her to follow him. Alissa took a small step toward him. As Alissa followed him, she looked around. Her surroundings had suddenly changed. She noticed that the grass wasn’t dry anymore. It was damp with dew. The once white roses were dripping with red paint. Suddenly Alissa felt the ground give way beneath her, and she began sliding down a dark, dirty hole at a frightening pace. Alissa grasped at the weeds and roots on the wall of the tunnel, but each time she caught a hold of one it slipped right through her fingers, and she continued to fall faster down the deep, dark pit. A scream caught in Alissa’s throat. It’s happening. I’m going crazy just like my mom. Just when Alissa thought the pit would never end, she unexpectedly landed with a thud on the bottom of the pit. In less than a minute, Alissa had dropped into a small room with a small door and a table upon which sat a bottle and a key.

Alissa walked over to the table with the bottle and key. She took both in her hand and drank the bottle. Then she went over to the little door and shoved the key in the keyhole. She walked through the door. Compared to the giant flowers and mushrooms around her, she felt tiny. She walked over to one of the mushrooms and found a note that read, “Find the Queen of Hearts, chop of her head, and then you can go home. ~THE Cheshire Cat.”

Alissa dropped the note. She was supposed to chop of someone’s head? “How am I supposed to find the Queen of Hearts?” Alissa whispered to herself.

“I can help you with that!” said a voice behind her. Alissa spun around. Standing there was the weirdest looking man she had ever seen. That must be the Mad Hatter, considering the way my mother describes him, Alissa thought.

“What?” She took a small step away from the Mad Hatter.

“I said I could help you,” the Mad Hatter replied.

“Fine,” Alissa said stubbornly. “Where is the Queen of Hearts?”

“Follow me.” The Mad Hatter started walking toward a giant mushroom. He pulled open a little door in the mushroom and said, “Here you go.”

Alissa walked over to the mushroom and stepped inside. The door sealed shut behind her. There was a dim light coming from the ceiling. Alissa looked around. The colorful flowers were gone, and now everything was black and white. She stepped on something and heard a crunch. Looking down, she saw numerous bones lying on the floor. They were everywhere. Some of the bones even had flesh left on them. It was as if some sort of monster had been here, ripping apart people. The room was very narrow and turned at the end.

There was a very loud weeping sound. That must be the queen, Alissa thought. Alissa walked around the corner of the room and there was yet another sharp turn. She was in a maze, and the only way to get to the end was to find the way to the end. She walked over to a knife lying on the floor. “Just in case,” Alissa said to herself. Suddenly, she felt heat on her back like there was some sort of fire behind her.

Alissa slowly turned around and stood face to face with a large scaly dragon with seven heads. The last bit of light disappeared. Now it was just her and the dragon, one on one, in complete darkness. Alissa threw her knife at the dragon, but it just bounced off him and back onto the floor. She dove for her knife, but it was directly under the dragon. Grabbing her knife, Alissa looked up. She saw some sort of buckle. She reached up and unbuckled it. A layer of the dragons black slimy scales came off. 

Armor, Alissa thought. No wonder I couldn’t kill him. 

Alissa thrust her knife at the dragon, and it fell right over. Blood and guts spilled from it. Alissa stepped away from the dragon, but slipped on a puddle of blood.

Suddenly, a strange looking woman appeared and said, “Congratulations. You are the first to defeat Bonoface, the dragon. Many have tried, but you are the first to succeed. Now I will reward you by lighting up a path to direct you to the Queen of Hearts. Only an outsider can kill her.” The woman disappeared.

The maze started glowing. The weeping grew louder and the light grew brighter as Alissa ran through the maze. Finally, she came upon a woman sitting in a cell, weeping. Alissa opened the cell door and the Queen stood up. “I know what you’re here for. So, here, chop off my head,” the Queen said.

Alissa took her knife out of her belt and swung it across the queen’s neck. Instead of cutting off the queens head, the Cheshire cat appeared where the head should have been. “Goodie, Goodie,” the Cheshire cat said. “You received my note.”

“What do you want?” Alissa scowled at him.

“You completed my test! Just like your mother, Alice, you are very brave,”

“So you sent me down here to Wonderland just to complete a test?” Alissa snarled at him.

The Cheshire cat smiled slyly. “No, much more than that. We needed a human to kill Bonoface.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Alissa asked.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t agree.” The Cheshire cat said, “Now we both get our wishes granted! You get to go home, and I get to be free of Bonoface controlling me!”

Smoke swirled around Alissa. With a flick of the Cheshire cat’s paw, Alissa was back in the garden in England right where her adventure began. 

Standing up, Alissa jogged toward her house. “You will never guess where I was!” she yelled “I was in Wonderland!”
– By Leigh Collins

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