CREATIVE WRITING

The book started out at the very beginning. Telling her the names of her parents and grand-parents, where she was born and other biographical stuff. But then, by the time she read about her youth, it also described her feelings. What she felt like when she was in love for the first time, when her first boyfriend left her. She started to cry when she read it because every word was so true.

she never would have thought that her life was so captivating, but she still couldn't stop. couldn't stop reading and couldn't stop crying. this book was too much for her. she didn't know how much time she had spent reading, but when she looked up, out of the window, the night stared into her face.

And there were other feelings in her, too. After reading about all these things she'd always thought had been mistakes...like going out with that boy named Henry one night, didn't seem that wrong any more. They simply seemed to be logical choices for the protagonist of a book to make at a certain point.
Maybe I'm not so much of an emotional failure at all, she thought.

"that is a good start, my dear"
jane affrighted to her bones. she hadn't heard the old lady enter the room. and again she had read or heard her thoughts. still scary.
"do you really think?"
"sure I do, that is why you are here. you should accept the things that you did and not see them as mistakes anymore. and now dinner is ready"

Jane realised surprisedly that she was very hungry. She did not know the old lady would provide her with everything she needed. She thought it was great. "Thank you!" the old lady smiled. "But remember, this is not holiday here. You will have to work!"

"work? like in going to a place and earn money? without papers? i don't think I get a job", jane was surprised.
"no dear, i mean work like helping me with the household and stuff like that. and if you are ready to work outside in the world again, then we'll make that work" the lady grinned. "and now, come into the kitchen"

'what does she mean with being ready to work in the world? i am not crazy!',jane thought while following the witch.

But she was going to work, that was what the old woman insisted in. For that purpose, she led Jane into the cellar of her little house and opened a door.

The door opened very slowly and with a squeaking sound. Inside the cellar it was very dark, as there was only one tiny little window. Jane asked the woman: "So, what am I going to do here?" "Wait," the old lady said and turned back towards the stairs. "Where are you going?" Jane asked with a trembling voice because she feared that the old woman would leave her behind.

she didn't want to be left behind but on the other hand she wasn't so sure about going down either. who knew what was hiding in there? maybe she wasn't a good witch at all and just wanted to feed her pet?

But the door did not lead to a monster's cage, nor did it look like she was still underground. She stood in a very modern office, with high glass windows, and pretty furniture.
This must have been a magic door, she thought.

She got really curious, looked around and stepped into the modern room. Wow, she thought, this is an architectural miracle. I'm in the cellar and nevertheless the room is filled with light. She stepped closer to the window, curious what she might find there. And when she looked out, she could hardly believe it....

It looked like a cross between a modern city - skyscrapers and roads- and a place from a fantasy story, where elves or fairies dwelled. Except that there were no elves or fairies - there were...no, that couldn't be true.