Inside Her Little Mind

Her name is Eleanor Drury and she knew this world like a back of her hand. She couldn’t remember where she came from or how she ended up here. All she knows is that she loves this place. As she was walking under the shade, she looked up at the whimsical blue skies. This world is bizarre, indeed. The blue skies were spinning like dozens of whirling water, the stars looked just like a round white things drawn by a three years old kid, and the moon couldn’t even be recognized. And the thing that Elle, or how her friends called her, loves the most is the fact that the night is eternal; there’s no day light, ever. But this world full of things that shine in the dark. Thus, no sun is needed to light the night. The blue sky was beautiful anyway.

“You’re spacing out again.”

Elle turned around and saw her best friend, Mylo. And like any other things in this world, Mylo is also peculiar. His skin was as yellow as butter cream, his eyes were only a pair of two black dots, he has no nose and his mouth was only a thin black line that showed a hollow space every time he talks. His black hair was a bunch of tangled yarn and he was wearing clothes that looked like somebody’s painting.

Elle smiled and they started to walk side by side under the flicker-leaves trees. The earth below her shoes feels so warm and tender like always.

“Elle, do you want to play?”

“Where?”

“Quincy land?”

A wide smile appeared on Elle’s lips and in no time the two kids were running toward a purple meadow. As they got closer, they could see the quincies swimming about the air. And if you are wondering what quincies are, just imagine whales drawn by kids; colorful, incomplete limbs, simple round black eyes, and cute smiles. They were so fluffy and adorable.

“Come on!” Mylo yelled and jumped toward a quincy’s tail. His little fingers wrapped around a little horn that grew at the tail. And as the quincy swam toward the forest, Mylo and Elle were already sitting comfortable on the quincy’s back.

“I’ve never ride a quincy’s back before.” Elle screamed between the winds that roared around her.

“So do I!” Mylo yelled back.

“Where do you think we’re going?”

“I don’t know!”

Mylo and Elle were enjoying their time at the back of the quincy. The poked at the white fluffy clouds and laughed at the ticklish sensation it made every time the clouds started to swirl. They watched the skies moving like a surface of a dark lake, creating soft curls and waves. Once in a while they saw a pack of Cildes, white birds with rabbit ears and cat tails, flew across the horizon. Sometimes, the quincy that they rode flew passed a nebula clouds where little elves lives and create candy-rain. It was such a pleasant journey for Elle. As the quincy flew slower, she could feel the wind caressing her face. She tied up her wavy blonde hair and wiped the invisible stardust from her dark blue skirt. 

But soon, the happy journey seemed to come to an end. Elle and Mylo saw a black gloomy tower loomed before them. The tower looked like an intertwined tentacles of a giant octopus. The bottom was nowhere to be seen for it was covered by dozen of dark tress.

“What is that….” Elle murmured. Somehow, she could feel chill running down her spine. The tower shining with red reflection that came from nowhere. It looked like as if the inside of the building was full of burning fire.



Anisa Sarayu

A student of English Department in University of Indonesia. Love martial arts and stories. Her mind is a box full of stories but oblivious of the canvas to pour out everything. Inside Her Little Mind is one of her short stories for Prose Class which was inspired from Van Gogh infamous painting Starry Night. The story might sounded like it just jumped out of a child’s book but maybe her mind was just a playground after all.