First story (no title yet)

Isabela looked up the side of a mountain at the subtly hidden chateau’s and noticed beautiful waterfalls that ran like ribbons down to a sea of deep blue purple and thought to herself she must have died and went to heaven. Where did this come from? One minute she’s walking to work  in the cement jungle of LA’s clothing district and next she’s viewing this scene of exquisite beauty. Stunned she stood and viewed her surroundings. The sea, the chateau’s, the gorgeous flowers that melted into the scenery as if painted there. She noticed activity near the end of one of the falls. At the bottom was a pool with people talking amongst each other. She walked up some cobblestone steps that wound their way through the jungle of flowers and trees towards them.

“Excusez-moiz!” A strangely familiar phrase greeted her ears from her own lips!
“Excusez-moiz! Je semble être perdu. pouvez-vous me dire où je suis, s’il vous plaît? (Excuse me! I seem to be lost, can you tell me where I am, please) Shocked, she heard herself speak fluent French although she had no idea how. She’s never spoken anything but English in her life!

The young people looked up at her and laughed.”Oui. Où avez-vous été Bonet?” (Yes, where have you been Bonet) was their answer. Somehow she understood them!

“Où suis-je?” (Where am I?) she asked out loud again in French.

The young people stopped what they were doing and stared at her wondering what game she was playing. They exchanged looks.
Quel est le problème avec vous bonet? (what is wrong with you Bonet?) I am not Bonet, she thought. Who is Bonet?

Your turn …

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An experiment –

I have and always have had a problem with starting a story but unable to get very far. I would love to start my stories and have bloggers add a paragraph or two and see what we come up with. If you are interested, I am inviting you to add-on to my posts what you think would work.

I am going to post my first story start after this post. The title is even up for grabs but I will tell you the start of the story is about a young woman who works in a factory in Los Angeles, California. I am feeling that she is Hispanic and comes from a very simple existence where her life is one of work, family and very little substance. One day on her way to work she suddenly finds herself transported to a place in France, a beautiful paradise surrounded by waterfalls, flowers, cobblestone walkways, and very privileged young people who seem to know her.

This is just an experiment. I welcome all editors to contribute corrections of any kind (within reasonable consideration as far as manners and respect go).

Thank you for your contributions!

An experiment –

violetstarrs

I have and always have had a problem with starting a story but unable to get very far. I would love to start my stories and have bloggers add a paragraph or two and see what we come up with. If you are interested, I am inviting you to add-on to my posts what you think would work.

I am going to post my first story start after this post. The title is even up for grabs but I will tell you the start of the story is about a young woman who works in a factory in Los Angeles, California. I am feeling that she is Hispanic and comes from a very simple existence where her life is one of work, family and very little substance. One day on her way to work she suddenly finds herself transported to a place in France, a beautiful paradise surrounded by waterfalls…

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Peter Lake meets Thor

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.”
Peter Lake excitedly races towards his long-lost love on the star Pleiades along with Horse, iridescent wings flapping, when suddenly he is knocked off Horse and falling rapidly through
mid-air back to earth. No! he screams to himself, NOT AGAIN! I CAN’T DO IT!! But, instead of falling to earth he finds himself in the arms of
a huge massive mammoth of a fellow with superhuman strength and is set gently down in another realm. He looks up at the enormous man
and says “Hello, I’m Peter Lake.” The giant is Thor, a Norse god of Asgard. “Hello Peter Lake! I am Thor! Am I heavy? haha!” and he jumps into Peter Lake’s arms unannounced. “Uhhh, Peter grunts, light as a feather!” He drops Thor who jumps up and says, “So sorry Peter Lake, it was my wayward hammer that knocked you off your horse. Where were you going? I thought you were invading us here at Asgard.” He sticks out his
very large hand and Peter Lake hesitantly takes it and tries to return a confident handshake. “I was on my way to be reunited with someone who is waiting for me there.” He points up to the star Pleiades. “But I wonder, he adds to himself, is this another chance meeting?” He looks up
searching for the white iridescent wings of Horse who had at another time and another place orchestrated a chance meeting