Kia ora everybody, today I am going to present to you the start of my Narrative.
I have based it around a young girl named Lana.
Hopefully I will be able to give you the ending soon but for the start I would like you to help me picture what could come next it the story.
This wasn't really based on a goal so here you go:
The Painting
“Lana,” called my mother, “Come here I’ve got something for you.”
I slowly plugged towards the kitchen with a very tired but curious look on my face then stopped half way and then shouted, “What is it?”
She replied with, “You’ll have to come into the kitchen to see.”
I wasn’t really expecting much considering that every other present she had given me were these really creepy dolls that would stare at me day and night. It would only take a few days until I threw it out without my mother noticing. Although as I finally got to the kitchen I saw my mum standing there carefully holding up an old antique painting, yet it had something strange about it that made me not sure whether I liked it or not.
She carefully handed it to me and I took it by the frame which was blanketed by dust and tiny bits of hair. As I took it back down the hallway to put it up on my wall I still had this strange feeling like something wasn’t right.
Although as I was about to enter my room I heard my mother loudly explain, “I’ll buy a new frame soon so you’ll have to wait to change the frame tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I replied, actually feeling relieved because it was one less job for that day.
That night I couldn’t get to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. So had I just lay there, staring at the painting wondering what made it so different. Let me describe it to you, it almost looked like a magical rainforest. I could almost feel the wind created from the big leaves in the painting brushing against my skin and the raindrops dripping off the trees and onto my head. After a while of visualising I quietly dozed asleep but after a few hours I woke up to the deafening sound of a police car siren whizzing past my house. I turned my side light on to see what time it was on the clock, only to notice that the painting had changed.
It wasn’t all bright and calming at all, it was more dangerous and mysterious, dark and scary and not a place I would like to be.
As I slowly got up to take a closer look at the painting I had felt shivers down my spine and heard noises in my head saying, “don’t go, don’t touch it.”
Yet again I had this urge to go towards it, like it was pulling me in. I finally had the guts to walk up towards it although as I was getting closer my heart beat louder. When I got to my destination I carefully put my hand out and began to stroke the painting but as I got half way through a violent and cold gust of wind came right at my face strongly pushing my bushy hair back. I closed my eyes trying to hold my position as the wind grew stronger and stronger until I couldn’t feel it any longer.......
That's the end for now, comment any ideas.
Where could she be?
