Part 1: A Rose Woven by Thorns
Clementine woke up with a start, the early sky echoed through the quiet home as birds singing a serene melody. She went down the stairs, a tiny creek slightly being heard through the empty halls with Clementine preparing her breakfast, dried tomatoes in oily pasta. She ate her meal as the clock struck, it was 6:00 AM. As she started packing her bags, the morning sun had shown its face while the wind sung to her ears, the trees swaying to the eerie melody. She packed her bags and prepared for the train. Her bag was as big as her, it was filled with things like crochet hooks, embroidery floss, needles, and some food to keep her going for a long trip.
CLEMENTINE: Ah, nothing better than breakfast in the morning. Well, best be off!
Clementine said to her empty home before she traveled along the fields, the wind still blowing on her hair. As she walked across her small town of Needlethread in the early morning, the temperature was cold. The tips of branches started to frost as the leaves turned brown and orange as they fell to the ground, almost succumbing into dust. It felt nice as the sparrows and swallows chattered on and on, the leaves rustling against each other.
Her train arrived, its loud whistle chiming through deaf ears. The townspeople were still asleep as Clementine rode the empty train, hollow of the people talking about their mediocre days, gossiping about whatever was conspiring in the next towns over, Clementine was disappointed, this ride was going to be a lonely one after all. She looked at the orange swaying leaves, the autumn flowers showing their bright colors and petals as if displays of beauty stored in each plant for Clementine, she gazed at them with curious eyes. As the train ran through the rusty, old tracks, Clementine had no choice but to explore the car.
Clementine looked across the fresh windows starting to frost, the white flakes of ice are on time, the last breath of autumn welcomes the cold, then the cold melts into the warm embrace of spring as it is burned away by summer. She found a bed to sleep in, the festive red and green plaid blanket, striking her eyes out of all the warm and dark shades of brown with gold details, she put down her bag, lay on the bed, and she stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.
Hours pass, her eyes shut… the train doors open.
Suddenly, a crowd settled into the train, hundreds- no, thousands of people fill every seat, the train almost looking like a walking concert for hours to pass, she woke with a jolt, the warm feeling of giggles and chatter fill her ears as she sat up, a smile gracing her face. She happily entered the crowd of chatter with her own stories, pleasing everyone around her as she told the horrors of summer to the children resting comfily in their thick quilts, crochet hooks synchronizing to the floss, loop after loop. They heartily laughed as this society of people from every corner of the earth conjoined like threads making one big ball of yarn. As hours passed by, the rising sun has reached it's very top, perfect noon. The chatter has subsided like the wind's whistle getting ever more silent, the birds singing their ballads and laments, the cliffside the train was approaching gave its passengers a breeze that smelled of persimmons and cinnamon.
THE FIRST PART OF THE FIRST CHAPTER IS FINISHED! YIPPEE!!
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