One Last Writing Tidbit

Tomorrow is the start of NaNoWriMo, and so saying you probably will not be hearing from me except for the Thousand Days thing. So saying, here is a parting writing tidbit I wrote this week.

Starting from the end of the second to last chapter of Through the Looking Glass: And What Alice Saw There

“Your Red Majesty shouldn’t purr so loud,” Alice said sternly, setting Kitty down. She pulled herself up and surveyed the room around her. To her alarm the room was a terrible mess.

“I suppose,” Alive thought as Kitty began to paw at some loose threads dangling from Alice’s dress, “that this is what comes of being queen. All the chess pieces are scattered all over and just look at Diana! Her fur is all mess up!” Alice continued to prattle in this way, much how exactly seven and a half year olds are wont to do.

For quite a long time Alice thought she was back in her own room, gaily talking about her adventure add discussion who had been dreaming. She came to a book, one which smell of fish and to her alarm the words read as such.

                                               yʞƨ ynnuƨ ɘʜƚ ʜƚɒɘnnɘnɒɘd ,ƚɒod A

“How dreadful!” Alice cried, “I’m still in the looking glass world.” She scrambled for the looking glass and ran through it, or at least, that is what she meant to do. Rather, she ran into it and bounced right off again. All she had to show for it was a goosebump on her forehead.

Alice looked at the looking glass. To her surprise the Alice in the looking glass was not lying down and rubbing her forehead like Alice, In fact, looking glass Alice stood, hands on her hips, and a joyful if spiteful look on her face. A prim looking glass Kitty stood by looking glass Alice, licking her paw in disinterest.

Alice stood up, thinking hard. “I suppose there has always been an Alice in the looking glass, and she has always copied me before. But now she is laughing and pointing at me. Not only is that rude, but that is not what I am doing at all! So that Alice is not, cannot be me! I suppose if there was a looking glass fire place, and a looking glass chess set there had to be a looking glass Alice. Only there was not looking glass Alice when I got here. Oh, oh, oh. As I stepped through the looking glass, looking glass Alice must have done the very same thing and stepped through the looking glass into me world!”

Alice began beating on the looking glass, crying to be let out or in or whatever I was she had to be let.

For several moments looking glass Alice disappeared from where Alice could see her. When she came back, looking glass Alice held a large rock in her hand. Alice beat on the looking glass in a frenzy.

With an evil little smile her face, looking glass Alice smashed the rock into the looking glass.

First a spider web bloomed right where looking glass Alice had smashed the rock. Smash, Smash SMASH. The rock hit the looking glass over and over again until the entire thing was covered in cracks and lines. Alice’s hands got cut and covered in blood. It wasn’t until little pieces started to rain from the looking glass onto Alice’s feet before she stopped.

The end