Platform Decks

For all avid readers. What do you think of this?

Chapter one. For more than thirty years, the town of Redville suffered from the evil Dominion of Lord Vladimir. He tortured whoever spoke against his will. Down the dungeon of his castle, you could find his guards whipping grey haired men, and helpless women. However, it was on a dark night in the middle of December when hope came back. Elma, the oracle of Redville, drifted like a shadow down the streets; her red hair floating all around her shoulders, and her twisted fingers counting the steps she walked over the flagstones. She was sure that her sudden visit to the Gustavs would cause a lot of disturbance, but she held extremely important news for them, news that cannot be postponed. Stroking the kinks in her blue coat, she stopped in front of the red-bricked house. After knocking twice, a voice came from behind the door. “Who’s there?” “I’m Elma, The oracle.” A blue eye appeared at the peephole and then the door flung open. A tall, skinny woman with black bags under her eyes smiled thinly at Elma. “It’s very cold outside. What brings you at such a time?” Elma did not reply. After making sure that no one followed her, she rushed into the house. “What do you want?” the woman repeated. Still, Elma gave no reply. she hang her coat at the hook behind the door then walked to the living room with the other woman at her tail. “I have important news for your family, Beatrice.” Elma said, eyeing the four babies that blubbered and wailed on the sofa beside the fireplace. “Where’s Gustave.” Elma asked, “He must hear what I have to say.” “What do you have to say Elma?” a raspy, low voice spoke from behind Elma. A tall, well-built man walked down the living room, his green eyes glowed wildly against the fire of the hearth. “Very important news,” Elma said, “come, sit down.” The three walked to the round table standing at the northern corner of the living room. Elma sat at the head of the table with gustave and Beatrice on her sides. She smiled at the newly married couple, and dipped her hand under her short skirt. Her slender legs shivered for a while and then a deck of cards burst from under the table like a latent volcano. “The future, oh the future,” Elma began in her dreamy voice. “I know it, I feel it, and I hear it. It’s as obvious as the stars for me; let me tell it to you.” The couple’s eyes widened as they watched Elma kick her chair back and walk to the four babies. “I have a prophecy for your children,” Elma ran a slender finger back and forth over the babies’ heads, and suddenly the cards flew in a wavy line towards her. They spun like a snake around her neck then, fell to the carpet. “One of your four kids will have a magical talent; a talent that will allow him to bring hope in the hearts of the tortured.” The couples shook as the oracle spoke. “Which one of our babies will do so?” Beatrice asked, rushing to her four babies and examining them. Elma shrugged and pointed to the ceiling of the house. “Only the stars know. Only the stars choose.” It's a chapter book for ages 9-12. Hope you enjoyed.

Public Comments

1. Did you write that? It is really good. I would love to read a book like that, and I read at like a 12th grade level. :)
2. I thought that was really good. Very descriptive without being overly descriptive. Interesting enough that it makes me want to flip the page and see what comes next.