Post by Molly on Jun 14, 2008 15:33:56 GMT -5
Molly Spiller sat alone in the corner of the room with a sketch book out in from off her. Her warm cup of coffee stood by her not being touched. All you could hear from her was the soft touch of her pencil to paper. She was hunched over the table with all of her hair covering her face. This was a good thing or else people would see her eyes which were completely...
...black. This meant that she was having a vision. It could be about the past, the present or the future. It could be small like a cup smashing or big like an explosion in the Houses of Parliament. But whenever she had a vision Molly would sketch it down so she didn't forget what she had seen.
On whole this was her second vision, her first was when she was in school. She had seen a girl swing a punch at her in the toilets. The next day she had been ready and dodged it which resulted in the girl punching one of her friends instead.
Not having a vision for that long had really put Molly down in the dumps as she started to believe that it was just a one off. But she was wrong as she sat there in the corner of the coffee shop sketching a piece of art.
Ten Minutes Later...
The blackness faded and Molly looked at her drawing. Half of it seemed to be the past, for some strange reason it was her second birthday, but the other half looked like the future. It was a man falling over and hurting his leg. But when Molly looked at the background she saw it was excatly like the coffee shop.
Looking around Molly noticed an old man standing up. Glaring down at her picture Molly had a match. The man walked forward and didn't see the spilt coffee that hadn't yet been cleaned up yet.
"Noooooo!"
...black. This meant that she was having a vision. It could be about the past, the present or the future. It could be small like a cup smashing or big like an explosion in the Houses of Parliament. But whenever she had a vision Molly would sketch it down so she didn't forget what she had seen.
On whole this was her second vision, her first was when she was in school. She had seen a girl swing a punch at her in the toilets. The next day she had been ready and dodged it which resulted in the girl punching one of her friends instead.
Not having a vision for that long had really put Molly down in the dumps as she started to believe that it was just a one off. But she was wrong as she sat there in the corner of the coffee shop sketching a piece of art.
Ten Minutes Later...
The blackness faded and Molly looked at her drawing. Half of it seemed to be the past, for some strange reason it was her second birthday, but the other half looked like the future. It was a man falling over and hurting his leg. But when Molly looked at the background she saw it was excatly like the coffee shop.
Looking around Molly noticed an old man standing up. Glaring down at her picture Molly had a match. The man walked forward and didn't see the spilt coffee that hadn't yet been cleaned up yet.
"Noooooo!"