boxofcomfits: (intrigued)
Prompt: Time paradox

Words: 880

{{A/N: Yes, this is a [ profile] charloft prompt response. I usually only post these on the community itself, but as this is the longest piece I've written for Alice so far I thought I'd put it here as well. I’m not really sure how canonical this is, but I’ll just blame it on the wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey-ness of the prompt. ^_^ That being said, I’m still not certain how the Rabbit recognises older!Alice ... }}

After a full day of unbirthday parties (three this afternoon), bread-and-butterfly chases, and general mischief, Alice was beginning to grow tired. She had been visiting Wonderland—the strange realm she found four months ago. It was a fantastic place, especially for such a curious child. As she was in danger of nodding off into her soup (rather like the Dormouse), the White Rabbit decided it was time for Alice to go home.

He led her to the little door that was her usual gateway between the dissimilar worlds of Oxford and Wonderland (Alice had yet to find the door on her own) and sent her through with a little wave and an entreaty to come back soon. Generally, this door would take her to the large tree in the Deanery garden.

Today, however, Alice found herself on her dressing-table (“How curious!” she thought). Even more curious was that her own room was already occupied. At Alice’s sudden entrance (presumably through the looking-glass), the lady sitting on her bed looked up from her book with an “Oh!” of surprise.

In which two Alices are surprised, intrigued, and inevitably have tea )
boxofcomfits: (looking down)
I completed the Charloft Cupid Challenge!

Word count: 370! {I managed to stay within the second ring, huzzah! ^_^}

{{A/N: I technically finished this the piece late last night/early this morning—but it was half-one & I didn't feel up to reading it over again & dealing with reformatting before posting. I had the following words in my prompt quiver: curve, novel, marriage of convenience, honey, adore, and struck.}}

"Oh, Mrs Avery's!" Alice cried as she strolled with her mother and sister. The three were in London for the day, shopping for additions to Lorina's trousseau, and already had a number of parcels and boxes between them (and in the carriage).

"You and your fondness for hats," Lorina laughed gently, "But let's stop—I could use something new for the wedding breakfast."

The shopping expedition continues )
boxofcomfits: (gah!)
Words: 683! (I was quite surprised.)

{{A/N: This just randomly popped into my head last night at around one or so (I suppose that technically means it was this morning). I wrote it down pretty much as you see it here, with only a tiny spot of editing just now. I'm quite pleased that Alice!muse is now inspiring me to write things that aren't prompt based. Hopefully this came out as Carrollian as it seemed in my head (although I'm not too certain on my voices for the other Wonderlanders). Also, this is slightly darker than what I usually write for Alice (but not by much).}}

Cats in the Coffee & Mice in the Tea

Alice was dreaming. In her dream, she was sitting at a long table, presumably at a banquet and surrounded by many of her friends and acquaintances from the Realm.

Strike that. Curiously enough, she was seated at the head of the table.

"Have a biscuit," demanded the Queen of Hearts, sitting at the other end. The indicated biscuits seemed to be topped with what looked suspiciously like snap-dragon-flies.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, but I think I'd prefer these cakes." Alice reached for a platter of fairy-cakes.

"TAKE THEM AWAY!" the Queen bellowed, and half a score of lobster-waiters appeared, removing the offending biscuits.

'Tis a privilege high to have dinner and tea )
boxofcomfits: (frabjous)
Prompt #87 ~ Return (Drabble 42)

Word Count: 160

{{A/N: [ profile] charloft had a fantastic "Return" prompt several months ago (i.e. in the spring). I've been planning all along to write something based on said prompt to be the first post in my still-not-up-yet musebox. When the Drabble Challenge came along, I figured it could be used for both. I think it works quite well for Drabble #42, hee. Of course, I couldn't keep this one to just 100 words—Alice has been working for this the whole summer! The proper drabble can be found on the official post, but I like this expanded version much better.}}

One last attempt—if this did not work, she would stop trying, she told herself (albeit sadly). Alice perched on her dressing-table (careful not to upset any bottles or sundries) and regarded her looking-glass.

She closed her eyes, wished with all her might, and reached a hand toward the glass ...

Oh, frabjous day! The glass rippled and turned misty, allowing her hand to pass through. Alice's eyes flew open at this and she eagerly stepped forward.

She found herself not in a reversed version of her chambers—as she might have thought—but in a sort of wooded meadow. Tall purple shrubs caught her immediate attention and a pair of brightly-coloured mome raths crossed the path ahead of her.

"I'm back!" Alice beamed, then set off on the path. She had no idea which part of the Realm she was in and knew just the one to ask for directions. Where was that Cat when one actually wanted him?
boxofcomfits: (in tears)
Prompt #40 ~ Breakdown (Drabble 37 of 100)

Word Count: 140

{{A/N: Once again, this prompt did not want to be contained to a drabble. I was able to be somewhat brutal and chop it down to 100 words for the official post. I much prefer this edited & expanded version. Also, I do rather feel sorry for Alice—she hasn't been having the best summer. It's about to change, though!}}

It happened quite suddenly.

Alice had been reorganising her room after the evening meal, straightening this, tidying that. Whilst rummaging about in her trunk, she spotted a certain sketchbook that had been hidden away where Mother would (hopefully) never find it.

This little book held depictions (mostly watercolours) of Wonderland and its inhabitants along with information about the Realm Alice would note down as she remembered.

She had been attempting to return nearly the whole summer—but to what end? Alice wondered whether she ought to give up.

(A crying-fit might not be so very inappropriate at such a time. Nevertheless, Alice scolded herself rather fiercely and dried her tears with a nearby handkerchief. After all, nothing was ever accomplished by tears—or so someone had told her once.)

She did have one more idea where to look for answers ...
boxofcomfits: (disappointed)
Prompt #10 ~ Envy (Drabble 25 of 100)

Word Count: 133
{{A/N: I had too many thoughts for this prompt to quite contain it to a drabble. I was able to pare it down to 100 words for the official post. This is the edited and expanded version, which I think I prefer.}}

Although she knows it's wrong, and she rather shouldn't, Alice can't help but envy Lorina (as siblings often do). She's always at ease in situations that flummox Alice—perfect social graces, really. Quite proper, but still very kind; their parents could not have wished for more regarding Lorina (she had even made an excellent match!). And yet, Alice could never resent her.

Surprising as it may seem, Lorina envies her younger sister. Alice never seems very concerned about what other people might think. Likewise, she doesn't bear as much pressure of expectation (from both relations and society). While others might see Alice’s still-active sense of wonder as puerile (or worse), Lorina finds it mostly endearing.

(In her heart of hearts, Lorina sometimes wishes she too had found a whimsical world of her own.)

May 2014



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