The Bracelet
Stealing was in my nature because I was good at it
Stuck in a dungeon and trapped in a time I didn't want to be in was of my own doing since stealing the bracelet from my grandmother's jewelry box. I remembered, the white diamond bracelet magically lighting up, changing to the color of red as I placed it on my wrist. Not knowing why or what was happening, I felt my body shake violently.
I woke up in a filthy dark dungeon. I noticed I was wearing a long, dirty brown dress from a pair of jeans I'd been in earlier.
Well, Ellie, it's your own fault for stealing again!
I shivered. My body was of a sleek, slim girl with long, straggly brown hair who was roughly the same age as me. I cried, sitting on the muddy, cold, wet ground. My skirts were torn as if I'd been dragged to this spot.
I quickly lifted my sleeve, relieved to see the bracelet was still there. Shaking my arm up and down, I tried to make it work. All I wanted was to be home because today was my 18th birthday party, but now I was trapped here. Thanks, Grandma for teaching me a lesson with your witchy powers!
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Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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