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 Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 1:51 pm
Here is the very first bit of my story ((see my post "New Story Concept" to get the whole story idea, but you don't need to read that to understand this ^^)). It's pretty much a recurring vision that my main character has every night. I haven't finished writing what happens afterwards, so the vision is all I got right now sweatdrop . Please tell me what ya think ^^:
“Help me…”
Lightning flashed, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow that only early morning rainstorms can create. Sheer white bed sheets, soaked with cold sweat, lay crumpled near the end of the bed, the navy blue comforter in a wrinkled heap on the carpet floor. A mirror, set on top of a small dresser adorned with many scattered articles of clothing, reflected her image.
Resting her arm on one pulled back knee, the other hanging limply off the ledge of the wooden chair, she sighed heavily, leaning her forehead on top of her arm. Beads of sweat rolled down her slanted arm and dripped from her fingertips. With slow, shaky breaths, her chest heaved with difficulty. Allowing her other leg to hang rather than stay firmly grounded as usual left it swaying weakly back and forth. Her long hair, blue as a clear sky, fell limply over the back of the chair in small waves. Closing her eyes, blue as crystal, she pondered this night’s dream.
Blackness…a void of darkness. Looking to find nothing…nothing but the abyss around her. No sound…no sight…no light…It’s so cold, she thought. Floating nude in the darkness, she opened her eyes to observe the all too familiar landscape…nothingness. She walked forward, hoping not to fall into the black chasm below her, even though she knew she wouldn’t. A familiar sensation washed over her body, one that occurred every night, and every time leaving a terrible ache in her back. Reaching over her left shoulder, she smiled as her hand felt the softness of white feathers. She crossed her other arm over her right shoulder to feel the leathery reptilian wing on the other side. Like a dragon’s…She unfurled her wings to their full extent, the wingspan reaching twice her height. With one flap, she was soaring through the darkness, searching for the vision that haunted her every night.
Something shimmered in the darkness…she had found it. Gliding towards the object of her desire, her hand reached out to grasp it. Her hand wrapped around a chain made of something that looked like silver, but wasn’t. It felt too light, too warm, too supernatural. Suspended on the chain was a pendant radiating such brilliance that she had to shield her eyes from the brightness. She knew what she had to do. Reaching out a shaking hand, her fingers lightly touched the center of the light. A cracking noise, like that of breaking glass, blasted through the darkness, and the pendant shattered, scattering it’s light to fill the darkness. The noise echoed throughout her mind, disrupting her though process. Along with the sounds of smashed crystal, a more subtle noise became louder and louder. The laughter of a young child…
Sounds of childish giggling, like that of a toddler with his favorite toy, grew slowly louder, though the predominant echoes still rebounded through the abyss. The laughter was drowned by the sound of an explosion, and then a roar of the resulting fire. Cries of pain…of grief…of death…Another explosion to her left, a cry of a child to her right, a blazing inferno behind her…it was all around her. The unseen horrors were all around her, though she was blind to the destruction. Wanting to help, to stop the senseless deaths that she could feel around her, she cried out, falling to her knees on an invisible floor, her wings quivering behind her. “Stop it!” she screamed, over and over again, filled with a tearless anguish. It’s almost over, she told herself, it’ll all be over soon. A cold laughter filled the abyss, now filled with light from the shattered pendant. Her body froze, shivering, as the sound grew louder and louder over her own cries. A maniacal, malicious laugh…one that meant to kill.
Just look up and it’ll be all over, she told herself, just look up. Slowly, her stiffened body allowed the lifting of her head. There it was…the figure that appeared every night. Though indescribable due to the magnitude of radiance around it, she could feel it. The tug at her soul, causing her to scream in pain.
“Help me…”
“How? Where are you?” she cried out, falling back as her reptilian wing shattered as the pendant had. Blood poured from the place the wing had joined with her back.
“Help me…”
How can I when I’m like this, she thought to herself, her eyes half closed with pain and despair. She supported herself with her left arm, the other hanging limply due to the lost wing. Arching her back as a lever, she lifted her head up once again. She fell back down immediately as the feathered wing dissipated like the last, leaving her body with no support. Falling weakly to the nonexistent ground, she felt herself slip through the unseen floor that suddenly disappeared. Looking once more at the mystical figure that still hung in the air, she asked as she felt her body shattering, “What do you want from me?!”
“Help me…”
Well...that's kinda all I have for right now sweatdrop . Please feel free to butcher as you please ^^
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 3:33 pm
agh, too short!!
keep writing, 'n fast, or i'll kick something. most likely my computer.
i love it, and it's sooo suspenseful or something like that (i'm not trying to sound too literary here) and i cannot wait to read more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2004 11:01 am
Elfykun agh, too short!! keep writing, 'n fast, or i'll kick something. most likely my computer. i love it, and it's sooo suspenseful or something like that (i'm not trying to sound too literary here) and i cannot wait to read more. Here is more ^^: Quote: Every night, it was always the same. Every night, she woke up screaming in bed. Every night, she heard the pleadings of that figure. Every night, she decided it was time to buy some sleeping pills and painkillers. Ryuu rubbed her right shoulder. No matter how many times the dream had occurred, that shoulder hurt the most. Getting up from the chair, she made her way out of her bedroom door and into the small living room and kitchen her apartment supplied. The clock on the microwave read 3:36am. “That’ll help for today’s class,” she drawled sarcastically, her eyes half-lidded with sleepiness. As she entered the kitchen, she made her way to the sink. Turning the faucet to cold water, she splashed her sweaty face, breathing deeply at the refreshing and clean feel of icy water. After drying her face with a dishtowel lying nearby, she opened a wooden cabinet and grabbed a plain, white coffee mug. Pulling the coffee machine out from under the cabinets, as to not let the steam damage the wood, she replaced the old, grimy filter from the night before with a fresh one. After pouring the right amount of water into the back compartment, she opened the coffee can, wincing slightly as her pained shoulder exerted itself in attempting to get the top off. She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes as she inhaled the scent of rich coffee beans. Letting out a deep breath, her mind soothed and her shoulder ached less. Such was the magic of her coffee. Measuring the needed amount of ground coffee, she poured it into the filter, turned the machine on, and watched the black liquid drip into the glass pot. A few minutes later, she poured herself a smoking cup. Sipping her favorite drink, she laughed in spite of herself. It was her nightly routine: go to sleep, have the strange dream, wake up screaming, make a cup of coffee. Grasping the curved handle of the mug, she made her way back to her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed with a whump she drank some more, feeling the caffeine slowly waking her senses. Inhaling the soothing scent once more, she laid the mug on the nightstand and fell backwards onto her pillow. The only she could do at the moment was sleep some more. The dream only came once a night, so there was no need to fear sleep afterwards. Even so, she lay on her bed, wide-eyed from the effects of the coffee and the dimming pain in her shoulder. Something shimmered on her dresser. “Now what could that be?” she asked groggily, pushing herself off the bed and towards the dresser. She owned hardly any jewelry, and any that she had would be put away in her jewelry box. Such things seemed superfluous to Ryuu. How does a rock around your neck or on your finger help enhance one’s beauty? Isn’t it just a distraction trying to hide a person’s true image? A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the treasure that lay on her dresser. A silver-like chain holding a shimmering pendant. “The one from my vision!”
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