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Gräfin von Oberndorff Sophia

Hidden Object

The deep forest stretched out around, like a green ocean filled with questions and mysteries. Giant heavy trees towering over one another, swaying softly through the gentle breath of air. A crispy breath filled with a scent of pine and wet wood. Limited amounts of sunlight filtering through the gaping spaces of leaves, casting shadows of nature on the earthy rich ground. Soil scattered unevenly from former passer bys, prints of paws and claws shaping the uneven grounding. The crisp air feeling alive, a freshness of breeze blended with the symphony of chirping birds and scattering leaves the same feeling as your childhood summers, and a distant murmuring of cicadas burrowed underneath the blanket of leaves.

 

 A soft step closer into the endless terrain, a roughly traced pathway forms, hard to see but traceable if focused, almost like an old map used by former adventurers. The trail is slightly outlined by sets of wild flowers and weeds. All plants standing up with pride, untouched and unstepped. The further the trail laid, the more embracing it began to appear. The former untouched weeds and flowers, evolving into trimmed hedges and carefully assorted bouquets of flowers, ranging from gentle blue hydrangeas, to delicate pink peonies and dainty white daisies. The once unclear pathway of rubble shaping into a carefully crafted path, purposefully laid gravel allowing an easy travel from step to step. 

 

As the end of the trail approached, a shimmer released itself from within the pile of fallen leaves and blown soil. So bright it was blinding, like an underground solar eclipse. Amongst the hidden leaves and tallgrass, a bronzed key with age lay half buried under the moist earthy soily. A beautifully crafted key, a key that could open doors to a palace. A key that aged with stories, it held its own history, from the craftsmanship to the purpose of it. But a sense of mystery lingered around it, because what did it truly open? Not a building in sight, not even a burrowed treasure chest next to it. But the undeniable alluring spirit it held, casting a spell on the eye. Alongside the bladelike part, a carving of swirls engraved carefully, spaced out perfectly. The swirls forming a mythical creature. The creature wearing its wings in immense pride. But under careful inspection the background of the animal reveals the exact representation of the exact spot the key was buried in.  




Envoyé: 09:11 Fri, 22 March 2024 par: Gräfin von Oberndorff Sophia age: 16

Gräfin von Oberndorff Sophia

The Portrait

 

In the small shadowed corner of an antique shop, hidden behind dusty shelves and forgotten statues. Hung a large golden frame, containing a portrait of an aging lady. But no sweet grandma, an elderly woman with piercing green eyes and a mischievous grin, the corners of her mouth wrinkles deepening with the grin. Her stabbing eyes seemed to follow anyone who dared to linger by. The portrait had been known by the townspeople for over 20 years, stories and legends revolving around it. Among those legends, a story told that the portrait hid a curse, so evil no one in mankind could imagine. 

 

Amanda, a youthful artist, stumbled into the shop hoping to discover her next inspiration. As she wandered around, she found herself stuck, glued gazing at the captivating portrait.  She noticed herself being stalked with each step she took in any direction. She slowly faced the painting and stood right in front of it. 

 

As she stared mesmerized by the woman's alluring eyes, she noticed herself unable to move, unable to speak. She was simply trapped by the beauty of the painting. As she slowly reached for the portrait practically hypnotized, she felt a jolt of shiver brush up against her arm sliding down her spin. As she gently brushed away the accumulating dust off the portrait, she revealed the shine of the frame, a beautifully carved golden frame. The longer she started the more pull she received from the painting. Almost as if the woman were pleading her to release from within the portrait as if she were a genie in a lamp. 

 

Suddenly in a split of a second, she found herself surrounded by sand, miles and miles of sand. Ongoing for thousands of steps. But before her stood the same lady, her eyes glistening under the bright sunshine. The woman began to speak, a flow of ideas from her speech entering Amands thoughts. Amanda’s face glowed, as an artist's high emerged. She suddenly was thrown into reality, back at the corner of an old dusty antique shop. She waved at the portrait and set off strutting with her overflowing thoughts filled with ideas.


 




Envoyé: 09:25 Fri, 22 March 2024 par: Gräfin von Oberndorff Sophia age: 16