The Snow Globe.

A Fun Sample of something I'm working on - These are the bones of what I’ve been writing as a fable, a book. Perhaps I don’t know what it’s to be. I’ve just been writing things, so it’s not a long flow. I’m considering building on a series of short chapters. A taster of unfinished yet intriguing, just the same.

The Girl Who Stepped Out of the World

A Fable for Those Who Were Never Meant to Fit Inside the Glass

The Step That Could Not Be Unstepped

Once, in a world bright with seasons and songs, there lived a girl who did not know she was about to disappear.

She had been many things—a dreamer, a maker, a weaver of beautiful things. She built homes with her hands, visions with her mind, and paths with her feet. She had danced in great halls, whispered to horses, and held love in her arms like a sleeping bird.

She was alive in the great turning of the world, the way everyone else was—until she wasn’t.

It happened on a day like any other. She was walking through the market square, watching people barter for silk and honey, when she took a single step and found that the world was no longer beneath her feet.

It wasn’t that she had fallen.

She had stepped out.

At first, she did not understand. She still saw the world, the people moving, their voices rising in familiar songs.

But they did not see her.

She reached out and tried to touch the walls of the place she had always known, but her fingers passed through the air like mist. She called out, but her voice was only an echo that no one heard.

She had stepped beyond the snow globe.

The Glass Between Worlds

The world she had lived in was now small, contained within a glass sphere. She could still see the people moving inside—laughing, building, chasing their dreams—but she could not return.

She pounded on the glass.

She screamed for someone to notice.

She begged for a way back in.

But the world was too busy turning to notice the one who had disappeared.

And so, she wandered.

For how long, she could not say. Time did not move here. She only knew that there was no path back, no doors leading in—only a hallway stretching endlessly before her, a space made of silence.

The Hallway of No Doors

There were no stars here. No sky, no ground. Only existence.

She sat down and waited because, surely, something would happen. Surely, this was only a mistake, a puzzle to be solved. Surely, a door would open.

But nothing changed.

She waited until waiting became meaningless.

And then she asked the only question left to ask:

“If the world is gone, and I am not of it… Then where am I?”

The moment she asked, the hallway dissolved.

She did not find herself in another world.

She found herself in no world at all.

The Space Before Creation

This was not emptiness, though it might have seemed so at first.

It was potential.

A vast open field of not-yet-something.

She had spent so long trying to return to the world she had lost that she had not considered the truth:

Perhaps she was not meant to go back.

Maybe she had stepped forward.

For the first time in eternity, she lifted her hands. And when she did, colour spilled from her fingertips—

A single thread shimmering in the air.

She had not known she could do this.

The first thread became a sound, singing softly in the great quiet.

The second thread became a shape, shifting like mist and dreamstuff.

And the third…

The third became a door.

Not a door back to the snow globe world.

A door to something never before seen.

The Land Beyond the Snow Globe

She did not hesitate.

She stepped through.

And found herself standing in a place that had never existed before that moment.

The land beneath her feet was woven of golden light, shifting as she walked. The sky above was not a sky at all but a horizon of infinite possibilities, changing as she imagined them.

She had not entered another world.

She had created one.

This was the forgotten place—the place where those who had stepped beyond the old world came to build something new.

She looked around, and for the first time in a long time, she wondered:

“Am I alone here?”

She was the first.

But she would not be the last.

And so, she began to build a world not bound by the glass—a place where dreamers, wanderers, and the unseen ones could come when their time in the old world was done.

She lifted her hands once more.

And the first stars bloomed in the sky.

The Unwritten Place

Some say the ones who disappear—the ones who step out of the world—are lost forever.

But that is not true.

Sometimes, if you listen closely, you will hear a song in the wind that has no source.

Sometimes, in the moments before waking, you will glimpse a land that does not exist on any map.

That is her world.

She walks where no roads have ever been laid.

She builds where no stories have ever been written.

She is waiting—not for rescue, not for return—but for the others who will one day step beyond the snow globe.

And maybe, just maybe—

You will find her there.

Waiting to show you the first thread of a world that is yours to create.

The End. Or Rather, The Beginning.

Next Steps: Turning This Into a Full Children’s Book

This fable is the beginning of a sample of something vast—a myth, a legend, a doorway into a world that is still unfolding.

Delahrose