The Revelation of Narnia – Part 03 April 18, 2013

Wow! I got pretty behind on this it looks like!
Well, here’s the next section! You can find the others by clicking “The Revelation of Narnia” tag!
Enjoy!

“You human children aren’t very smart are you?” the voice said again. Just then, a jet- black cat jumped out from one of the trees. Its yellow eyes had thin black pupils in the middles and it seemed slightly annoyed. The cat was much larger than any normal house cat. It seemed to be about three feet tall and had slender arms and legs with small paws at the end. Its tail was very long and slender and seemed to be about two feet long. The cat seemed to have great control over it as it used its tail to itch a spot on its black face. Its whiskers were very short, its claws were retracted. The cat extended its pink tongue and licked its lips. “Have you human children ever seen a talking animal before?” the cat asked, indignantly looking at the children who seemed to have never seen a talking animal before. “Well, come on now? Or are you so dumb you can’t talk? I’ve never seen a human who can’t talk. That’s very odd. There aren’t even any records of a human who can’t—

The Revelation of Narnia – Part 02 April 12, 2013

Alright! I’m starting to think this might just be a kinda Monday, Wednesday, Friday deal for this short story series!
I’m also thinking of starting another short story, episodic series that will handcrafted each week(?). I have some ideas about what I’m going to write about, but feel free to send me suggestions and comments either in the comments or in the Tell Me page. I would love to here them!
Also, please give me feedback on these stories if you read them! I love to hear what people think!

This is also the link to the previous part if you didn’t see it yet!

The Revelation of Narnia – Part 01

“I don’t see what it’s made of,” Anabel stroked her hand across the invisible wall. “It’s completely smooth. It feels kind of cool as well. It seems as if I’m looking into a mirror when I look through this door. It looks as if there is another room inside, but you can’t get to it.”
“Well, I do believe you now, Derrick,” Isaac said apologetically. “That is a very peculiar thing. When did you find it?”

The Revelation of Narnia – Part 01 April 10, 2013

So I just found this old “short” story that I wrote as an assignment quite a while back.
In actuality, I think it’s pretty good in my own opinion, but that’s me.
This story was for a literature assignment and the prompt was to write a 3-4 page short story set in the universe of another series.
At the time, I was reading the Magician’s Nephew of the Chronicles of Narnia series by C.S. Lewis so I set my story in that setting.
As a disclaimer, this story will be put up in a series of posts because the story ended up being 35 pages long…
SO. The posts will be tagged with “The Revelation of Narnia” and “Short Stories” in the categories!
That way you can keep up! Without further ado, here’s the first installment. Again, I apologize if some things are whack with the story. It’s old and I didn’t necessarily review it. And thanks for reading!

Rain clouds hung wearily in the sky over a bustling city as the work day dragged on. The small droplets of water fell down upon the city unnoticed. The dreary, gray sky only seemed to dampen the already dreadful mood of the day. People came and went on the streets, running in and out of the rain. Different-colored umbrellas appeared here and there as everything seemed to go on as usual. However, in a small, brown-roofed house four blocks away, trouble was already brewing.
Outside all seemed well and good, but going inside proved to be another story. Toys and other assorted items lay littered on the floor. Folders and school textbooks with papers sticking out of them every which way lined the countertops and tables. A little boy who seemed to be about four years old was sitting on a small carpet in the corner of the kitchen crying. His mother, who seemed very flustered, was putting together school lunches, writing notes, and trying to get her own work done while she tried to attend to the boy. It was truly chaotic.
Another boy who seemed to be about fourteen years old sat at the highly cluttered table. He had a sour look on his face and had his arms crossed. His brownish hair was matted on his forehead and he seemed annoyed.
“You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to,” his mother said sweetly as she picked up the little boy in the corner. “I have to take Jonathan upstairs to take a nap so you can go outside if you like, Isaac. Your sister is out there too.”