Wizard Of Oz: Dorothy Novels & Stories

~I hate others to view the weaknesses hidden on me. They make me weak and break me using those weaknesses of mine~ Dorothy's POV: As I stood in front of that enormous waterfall I was reminded if the time I spent with him. They were less but that were the only time I could offer to him with my busy schedule. As his memories came flowing down to my mind, I felt the sudden warmth on my cheeks.And I knew what they were. I never show my tears to anyone. I never had habit of showing my weaknesses to other people.So, I had no other options other than jumping on the water as I was afraid that he might see that weak side of mine which I wasn't ready to show to anyone right at this moment.

“We all are bound to Tiara plus two of us are witches. It is at least worth a try.” Aurora jumped to her feet and said, “Let’s do this.” Tyson and I shifted the furniture to clear up space. Zarina spread out a huge map on the floor while Aurora lit up the candles in each corner. She closed her eyes and concentrate till the candle lit up on its own. I could see the strain on her face. I couldn’t help but wonder out aloud. “Why put in so much effort, if you can just light it up?” “She is performing a spell for good luck.”

The vampires were arriving a week earlier than expected and the preparations still weren’t completed. I suddenly remembered the story of “The Wizard of Oz”. It was one of my favorites. My mother read it to me regularly and, when I was old enough I read it on my own, I did so over and over again. I loved the way Dorothy was able to click her heels and return to the safety of her home. How I longed to be Dorothy just then.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** “YOU can't dance with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell“... Ella *** AMBER *** Right now I'm standing in front of the porch. Part of me is telling me to run away from everything and never come back but another part of me is telling me to face my demons. I can't believe that I'm now an orphan and that I've lost both parents. I wiped the tears that threatened to fall. After weighing all the pros and cons in my mind, I finally decided to knock. I was hesitant at first but then I took another step by opening up the door.

Since my eyes felt heavy, I gave in to sleep, easily. “All halt!” A loud cry woke me up. It just seemed like I'd closed my eyes only for a minute only to see the day bright already. Both carriages had stopped moving, I could see. I turned to the bench opposite me, but Dorothy was not there. Looking outside, I recognised her and her father. There was a huge man with arms folded and... as I looked down at where his feet ought to have been, I was surprised by what I saw. He had no feet at all, not even legs. In place of his waist was a spinning tornado. I had to rub my eyes to verify this.

' she thought. It once occurred to her that she might have done something wrong for her Mother to do that, she's trying her best to be a good daughter. Dorothy is doing all the household chores, she's trying her best in school just so she could brag about her grades to her Mom-hoping that she would get noticed. She did her best to be appreciated but it seems like it's not working, she can't say that it's foolish because somehow she proved to herself that she can do it.

, “Are you happy?” “I couldn’t be any happier.” She steps in front of me, “Dorothy confused me at first. She sees things in a different light to others, but she is a good kid. What may seem obvious to you, may not to her and vice versa. She doesn’t always know when she should keep things to herself. She sees things on a deeper level. I mean, I don’t even know what she fully sees, maybe souls like Brax, maybe more. What I do know is, she has never been wrong.”

She could have worked her way through school modeling for a cosmetic company. Finally she understood. Her hand moved to the door latch, retreated. I was counting on her, well, her ability to count. I moved her hand, still on my leg, further toward the resolution of her difficulty. She looked straight at me, into me, understanding me. I really was loving those green eyes in that pale face, those big black pupils. What if the Wizard had turned out to be real and Dorothy had just gone down on him first chance, stayed in Oz instead of going back to miserable Kansas? Much better ending, don't you think?

Now why the hell was there a witch doctor advancing towards her. Dorothy swallowed and Ace moved away, allowing the witch doctor to move closer to her. She slowly backed away and before anyone in the room could react, Dorothy bolted to the door, making a run for her life. Everyone stared in surprise at her sudden reaction and they watched as Dorothy opened the door, attempting to leave the room. But before she could make it outside, a calloused hand circled her wrist and she was yanked back. Her body collided with a hard chest and she looked up to see Ace’s unimpressed expression as he held her against him.

During my lunch break, I'd remotely turn on my washing machine with my phone app, switch it to spin-dry, and leave the doll tied up inside for ten minutes. Upon getting home at night, I'd put the hairdryer on the highest setting and blow hot air right at the doll's face. Every time I played with the doll, the comments would fill me in on Dorothy's real-time physical reaction. "Dorothy shrieked in the office today. Her coworkers thought she had gone mad." "She took another day off from work today and holed up in her apartment, terrified to leave." "Laura's torturing the doll again. Dorothy went to the hospital with a new, huge ice burn on her leg."