Post by rachelbowden on Jun 22, 2014 22:10:25 GMT
Well, today has been quite the day. This morning we were all set for papa to take his new invention, a wood chopping machine, to the science fair; he would left at the crack of dawn and rode on Phillipe. Oh how I had such high expectations for this one. After he headed off I ventured into the village to run some errands. Whilst there I was unfortunate enough to cross paths with the obnoxious, objectionable Gaston, it took a great deal of effort to rid myself of him! Once safe from his unpalatable self, I allowed myself some time to catch up on some reading. The words just floated on the page. I could not focus one bit. I had the most unpleasant and uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was experiencing what some may call mothers intuition, or in my case, daughters intuition!
Unfortunately, I was right. I pushed the feeling to the back of my head and tried to read my book. Then I saw Phillipe thundering down the footpath towards our decrepit little old cottage, which despite its appearance I love so dearly, and I just knew something horrific had happened.
The following few hours went by in such a blur. I can barely recall what happened but I don’t think I have ever experienced so many negative emotions at one time. The next thing I can properly recall is throwing myself at the feet of The Beast. His appearance truly lives up to his name and his personality certainly does it justice! I took a moment to take in its grotesque, strong frame as it towered over me. Its whole body sprouting matted hair, with its bull like horns twisted toward the roof of eerie castle I was in. Its sharp fangs and claws in no way lessened my horror at the contorted figure.
I was begging for my papa’s life, offering mine instead as long as he got to go home. The Beast agreed. I am to sit with my father in this cramped, dingy cell whilst we wait for a carriage to be arranged to take my father home. It is so dark in here, and scary. The walls are so close together, and are frozen snail trails to the touch. I have no idea what my future holds. Will I live and die in this dungeon?
Unfortunately, I was right. I pushed the feeling to the back of my head and tried to read my book. Then I saw Phillipe thundering down the footpath towards our decrepit little old cottage, which despite its appearance I love so dearly, and I just knew something horrific had happened.
The following few hours went by in such a blur. I can barely recall what happened but I don’t think I have ever experienced so many negative emotions at one time. The next thing I can properly recall is throwing myself at the feet of The Beast. His appearance truly lives up to his name and his personality certainly does it justice! I took a moment to take in its grotesque, strong frame as it towered over me. Its whole body sprouting matted hair, with its bull like horns twisted toward the roof of eerie castle I was in. Its sharp fangs and claws in no way lessened my horror at the contorted figure.
I was begging for my papa’s life, offering mine instead as long as he got to go home. The Beast agreed. I am to sit with my father in this cramped, dingy cell whilst we wait for a carriage to be arranged to take my father home. It is so dark in here, and scary. The walls are so close together, and are frozen snail trails to the touch. I have no idea what my future holds. Will I live and die in this dungeon?
