All the Time in the World: Chapter 5

Fiction By Elizabeth Anne // 12/31/2011

 

           The door was locked tight, so they pounded on the glass door, shouting to the people they saw walking by, screaming for help they fought to break their way out of their own insanity. Not one person who walked past the store even so much as turned their head in the direction of the girls.
            Sam stopped screaming and pounding, and leaned back against the door.
            Panting hard, she watched Melody stop her pounding as well. “It’s no use.” Sam said “There is no way we’re getting out of here. This has got to be one of the worst days of my life.”
            Mistress Melody, said the store I am sensing distress. Let me show you the message your parents left for you and maybe you will understand.
            Melody was tired and scared, but she was also torn, torn between the feeling that this place, this Time Store, was home and the knowledge that her family was waiting for her in her real home. She bit her lip. In her head she was screaming no until she could no longer speak, but her mouth spat out the exact opposite.
            “Yes.” She said.
            Very well.
            The very same scene she had seen in her dream began to play again in her head, but this time her parents spoke. At first it sounded like gibberish, and Melody couldn’t understand a word they were saying. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of their voices wash over her. His voice was deep, so deep that even the sound of it seemed to hide worlds of information which could be discovered if one could figure out how to enter. Hers was soft and gentle, the kind of voice that could tame a lion. The sounds of each syllable uttered by her mother seemed to jingle like bells and could be seen dancing through the air before they faded away.
            The words they spoke suddenly became clear, and her eyes snapped open when it seemed like they were speaking directly to her. She chastised herself; Of course they were speaking to her, which was the whole point of a message.
            “…Rather confused, but that is completely understandable.” Her mother was saying “We wish we had been able to see you, but the timefall took us off course and we were forced to crash land.”
            “If you are watching this…” her father spoke next “it must mean that the worst has happened.”
            “Either we are dead, or unable to come to you.”
            “The Store is yours now and she will help you learn what you need to know.” Her father smiled. “But beware of her humor, it is rather painful.”
            The message began to fade, but Melody noticed something that had been in her sketch.
            “Stop!” she shouted.
            The message paused. Melody wished it would zoom in, and it did. Standing in the corner, half hidden by the shadows was a man. He was tall and wore a black trench coat. She could not see his features, but his eyes were shining clearly in the darkness, but this time his eyes were looking away, off into the darkest recess of the room. Melody followed his eyes, and thought she saw something.
            Perhaps it was just another pile of books, or a dark shadow cast by one of the shelves. Or maybe, it was a man.

Comments

 I wonder what the first half

 I wonder what the first half of the message said. Her parents seem to be in an odd mood for people saying their final goodbye to a child, but it also seems that they didn't record it right then...

Is Sam still with her?

Anna | Wed, 01/11/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Yes, Sam is still with her,

Yes, Sam is still with her, and sometime in the next chapter The Time Store will explain that it was just a typed message that she put into a video message and added emotions herself. Thanks for pointing that out, it made me think a little more about my story.

Elizabeth Anne | Sat, 01/14/2012

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

You have to write more

Please write more. This story is too amazingly well written to drop.

Aalen Fideli | Mon, 08/13/2012

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I agree. This story is crying

I agree. This story is crying out for more.

Julie | Mon, 11/11/2013

Formerly Kestrel

I do plan on getting back to

I do plan on getting back to this at some point, but there are two books in particular that I need to finish first. The first one I am a bit more than halfway done with, and plan on finishing by January (if possible). The second one will take a bit longer, but when I'm done with that one I plan on getting back to this story.

Elizabeth Anne | Mon, 11/11/2013

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

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