Post by Youko's Rose on Jan 3, 2007 23:41:57 GMT -5
Tadaa.
Two short stories. Tell me whatcha think. The author will be honored by your opinions. :3
First one's called The Dawn
It was midnight in the city streets, and unknown to the inhabitants as they sat inside, sleeping and dreaming of tomorrow, a woman in a dusty gray trench coat roamed the sidewalks, very quietly, her face hidden beneath her hood; her intentions for the walk known only to herself. She began walking slowly at first, with a sort of elegance seldom seen in this place... her movement, if to be compared, seemed only matched by the grace of a swan.
As the old and ragged trench coat flapped in the wind, it caught the attention of the only other soul roaming the city streets in the night: a little boy. The woman, still walking ever so elegantly, approached him... but he seemed to turn away. The boy, it seemed, was lost, and it looked as if he had been crying for a long time.
The woman merely smiled at him then, accepting his fear, but silencing it slowly, as she let her black hair down, illuminated by nearby fireflies, and shined her face upon him. With one look at her, the boy seemed to warm with trust... She then outstretched her hand, kindly, to lead the boy to where she was walking.
Coincidentally, the boy's home was not very far from this path... But tired and confused, the boy could not realize that, and so she carried him in her arms with great care, smiling like he was her own, as his comfort seemed to be limitless... Her disposition was that of pure magnificence; the boy could not even feel the vibrations of her black heels slowly tapping the ground as she walked, for her upper body was barely moving. He soon fell asleep in her arms...
She seemed to know the path to his house very well, almost as if she had lived there, herself. She walked right in through the front door with no hesitation, and set him on the nearest couch... She then kissed his forehead gently, as his sleeping lips formed a smile. As she walked out the door now, she raised her hood and began to walk again... but this time, faster than before.
The pace seemed to pick up with every five or more steps, until it was clearly obvious, now having traveled a great distance from the boy’s house in mere seconds, that she was no longer walking in her normal, elegant way; she ran... fast... faster than the fireflies could see -- faster than the wind could touch... she ran. The cunning of her movement was simply otherworldly, but her destination was still of long range...
Four hours passed as the trench coat-clad woman still ran, never seeming to grow weary and never slowing down from this trance that she had developed. Her trench coat flapping wildly and untamed behind her, she took absolutely no interest in anything but what lie ahead... She was on a mission, as it seemed -- one she had no intention of breaking free from.
Another hour passed, and still no rest for this woman. It was now five in the morning... but strangely, there was no sun – not even the tiniest sign of it; only black dreariness painted throughout the entire sky – such a curious sight... The night now seemed more everlasting than beautiful; there was obviously something very wrong...
Five-thirty, and still no rest; she ran as fast as she possibly could, defying every single boundary of the human body, never caring to look back, because all of this night seemed the same: barren and somber... She refused to stop running...
As minutes, seeming like life sentences ticked by, approaching the next hour, light still refused to show itself to the city, screaming in a muffled defiance that no one could hear... except for her.
Finally, as the hour became at hand, the woman now slowed down gradually, until her striking way of walking resumed once more... for she had reached her destination: a large clock tower, seeming to reach into the dark sky and kiss the lips of heaven itself... The clock tower shined a dismal truth to the woman now, not even breathless after hours of non-stop running: she had merely a minute left before the hour came to this city.
She then looked up into the sky now, calm as a river, as she seemed to put her hands in a praying position. After about ten seconds of complete silence, she resumed motion... but not just any motion... -- she leapt. Amazingly, with one skilled back flip, she landed onto the fire escape of the closest building to the tower -- something that would have stunned even the world’s greatest acrobats...
It was quite apparent now, to the night sky, to the fireflies, shining in the absence of light, and to the little boy, fast asleep in his home, that this was not an ordinary woman; this was something not of this world -- a force not of this life or of this earth...
She ascended the fire escape as fast as she could, until she reached the top of the building. So now she stood, adjacent to the clock tower, its eternal and universal truth now being the only source of light above these buildings...
This creature, now having traveled the greatest of distances for one purpose, now removed her hood, letting down her hair to the cold, night sky, as the seconds grew thin; her eyes, deep and enigmatic, shined with a grace not many get the chance to see in their lives... They scanned the area, making sure the streets were empty... The darkness still embraced this city, as only a few mere seconds stood between the next hour and the hour previous; it was time...
Without any more hesitation, she closed her eyes... As she did this, two large humps began to take shape among the back of her trench coat... Suddenly, the creature stood up, and screamed into the sky. She raised her arms in a triangular shape as her wings sprung out from her trench coat, multi-colored and neon, like a tetra of true and divine dementia. The force and magnitude of this tore into the blackness, and wounded the night sky. The sky responded with a swift opening of the clouds, letting its wound bleed a morning that comforted the hearts of many that day... as light had come at last.
The angel now looked up... and smiled. She then took refuge in the ruins of her trench coat, as she closed her eyes again... "My name is Dawn... and I am back," she uttered with her pale lips, as she then flew down to the desolate city streets, before light could truly reveal its bringer. She blew a kiss to the clock tower, and then disappeared within the shadows of the buildings...
That very day, the forenoon was more beautiful than ever before; the colors, bright and alive flew through the sky with love... and after a few hours passed, a young boy awoke from the most amazing dream he had ever had in his short life. He looked outside the window to see the most beautiful sky... and gave it a smile.
"The Dawn,” he whispered with joy. He took a few more moments to indulge in the warmth of the sun before entering the next room to find his parents... who had cried themselves to sleep the previous night over their missing son.
Two short stories. Tell me whatcha think. The author will be honored by your opinions. :3
First one's called The Dawn
It was midnight in the city streets, and unknown to the inhabitants as they sat inside, sleeping and dreaming of tomorrow, a woman in a dusty gray trench coat roamed the sidewalks, very quietly, her face hidden beneath her hood; her intentions for the walk known only to herself. She began walking slowly at first, with a sort of elegance seldom seen in this place... her movement, if to be compared, seemed only matched by the grace of a swan.
As the old and ragged trench coat flapped in the wind, it caught the attention of the only other soul roaming the city streets in the night: a little boy. The woman, still walking ever so elegantly, approached him... but he seemed to turn away. The boy, it seemed, was lost, and it looked as if he had been crying for a long time.
The woman merely smiled at him then, accepting his fear, but silencing it slowly, as she let her black hair down, illuminated by nearby fireflies, and shined her face upon him. With one look at her, the boy seemed to warm with trust... She then outstretched her hand, kindly, to lead the boy to where she was walking.
Coincidentally, the boy's home was not very far from this path... But tired and confused, the boy could not realize that, and so she carried him in her arms with great care, smiling like he was her own, as his comfort seemed to be limitless... Her disposition was that of pure magnificence; the boy could not even feel the vibrations of her black heels slowly tapping the ground as she walked, for her upper body was barely moving. He soon fell asleep in her arms...
She seemed to know the path to his house very well, almost as if she had lived there, herself. She walked right in through the front door with no hesitation, and set him on the nearest couch... She then kissed his forehead gently, as his sleeping lips formed a smile. As she walked out the door now, she raised her hood and began to walk again... but this time, faster than before.
The pace seemed to pick up with every five or more steps, until it was clearly obvious, now having traveled a great distance from the boy’s house in mere seconds, that she was no longer walking in her normal, elegant way; she ran... fast... faster than the fireflies could see -- faster than the wind could touch... she ran. The cunning of her movement was simply otherworldly, but her destination was still of long range...
Four hours passed as the trench coat-clad woman still ran, never seeming to grow weary and never slowing down from this trance that she had developed. Her trench coat flapping wildly and untamed behind her, she took absolutely no interest in anything but what lie ahead... She was on a mission, as it seemed -- one she had no intention of breaking free from.
Another hour passed, and still no rest for this woman. It was now five in the morning... but strangely, there was no sun – not even the tiniest sign of it; only black dreariness painted throughout the entire sky – such a curious sight... The night now seemed more everlasting than beautiful; there was obviously something very wrong...
Five-thirty, and still no rest; she ran as fast as she possibly could, defying every single boundary of the human body, never caring to look back, because all of this night seemed the same: barren and somber... She refused to stop running...
As minutes, seeming like life sentences ticked by, approaching the next hour, light still refused to show itself to the city, screaming in a muffled defiance that no one could hear... except for her.
Finally, as the hour became at hand, the woman now slowed down gradually, until her striking way of walking resumed once more... for she had reached her destination: a large clock tower, seeming to reach into the dark sky and kiss the lips of heaven itself... The clock tower shined a dismal truth to the woman now, not even breathless after hours of non-stop running: she had merely a minute left before the hour came to this city.
She then looked up into the sky now, calm as a river, as she seemed to put her hands in a praying position. After about ten seconds of complete silence, she resumed motion... but not just any motion... -- she leapt. Amazingly, with one skilled back flip, she landed onto the fire escape of the closest building to the tower -- something that would have stunned even the world’s greatest acrobats...
It was quite apparent now, to the night sky, to the fireflies, shining in the absence of light, and to the little boy, fast asleep in his home, that this was not an ordinary woman; this was something not of this world -- a force not of this life or of this earth...
She ascended the fire escape as fast as she could, until she reached the top of the building. So now she stood, adjacent to the clock tower, its eternal and universal truth now being the only source of light above these buildings...
This creature, now having traveled the greatest of distances for one purpose, now removed her hood, letting down her hair to the cold, night sky, as the seconds grew thin; her eyes, deep and enigmatic, shined with a grace not many get the chance to see in their lives... They scanned the area, making sure the streets were empty... The darkness still embraced this city, as only a few mere seconds stood between the next hour and the hour previous; it was time...
Without any more hesitation, she closed her eyes... As she did this, two large humps began to take shape among the back of her trench coat... Suddenly, the creature stood up, and screamed into the sky. She raised her arms in a triangular shape as her wings sprung out from her trench coat, multi-colored and neon, like a tetra of true and divine dementia. The force and magnitude of this tore into the blackness, and wounded the night sky. The sky responded with a swift opening of the clouds, letting its wound bleed a morning that comforted the hearts of many that day... as light had come at last.
The angel now looked up... and smiled. She then took refuge in the ruins of her trench coat, as she closed her eyes again... "My name is Dawn... and I am back," she uttered with her pale lips, as she then flew down to the desolate city streets, before light could truly reveal its bringer. She blew a kiss to the clock tower, and then disappeared within the shadows of the buildings...
That very day, the forenoon was more beautiful than ever before; the colors, bright and alive flew through the sky with love... and after a few hours passed, a young boy awoke from the most amazing dream he had ever had in his short life. He looked outside the window to see the most beautiful sky... and gave it a smile.
"The Dawn,” he whispered with joy. He took a few more moments to indulge in the warmth of the sun before entering the next room to find his parents... who had cried themselves to sleep the previous night over their missing son.