Im writing a story for no real reason,just the sole perpose of writing and I wanted opinions on the partial of my first chapter,its rough though,keep that in mind.
I based this off my original fourm idea for my role play skyline rising.
Chapter One :: The Lost
‘My fingers felt numb, the wool mittens didn’t seem much use. They were scratchy and uncomfortable. I glanced around, I was waiting for somebody. There was a strong concentration of anticipation; yet this seemed so unfamiliar. The snow looked so warm and fluffy, but the moment it touched my skin it melted and the water was very cold. I still didn’t understand the world, like how your skin is so warm it melts the snow, but then why isn’t the water warm? I glanced up, seeing a young man approach. I blinked in surprise, my heart started to beat quickly, not with fear but excitement. I had this itch to run to him, and throw my arms around him. This was so strange; yet so vaguely familiar. Not seeming to control myself I leapt for him, his snowy jacket cold. After a moment though, I could feel the warmth of his body on mine. He looked down at me with warm eyes. I let smiled brightly. Even in the middle of winter, I felt my own warmth and radiance. Suddenly the young man’s face became sad. I frowned
“What’s wrong?” I murmured.
He touched my face his gloves felt wet and sticky. My own hand reached up to touch the hand that rested on my face. I could feel something sticky and warm on my fingers. I moved my hand into my view for observation. My eyes grew wide and scared. My hand was stained with this awful red. I looked up; blood was dripping down his cheek. He was crying, I became scared and I placed my hands on either side of his face
“Why are you crying?” I demanded.
He smiled softly his gaze distant; it suddenly refocused on her “I wonder the same of you.”
I blinked in surprise at his words. I felt something warm roll down my cheek, he reached over and brushed it away. His face was almost completely covered in blood he smiled softly, like nothing was wrong-‘
Alice gasped, her eyes shooting open. She was breathing quickly; she pulled off the covers looking at her hands. She sighed in relief finding them clean of the horrible crimson she had seen in her dream. The images her mind showed her seemed so overwhelming at times. It was always the times her selective mind would show her something she tried to remember about her forgotten past. But as she’s received these dreams more frequently, she has come to realize most of this was probably best forgotten.
She groaned, sitting upright. Her thin mattress always left her feeling very stiff when she awoke in the morning, but she was taught a beggar is not a chooser. It had always been this way; she had lived a majority of her life with The Lost. The day she was found was one thing she remembered with clarity, and what she considered her ‘beginning’. She remembered the kind woman who asked her if she was lost; she remembered the feeling of her thin hand in Alice’s. The woman had brought her where all children who are found come, the court of Jeune. There was a civilization living in the undergrounds of New York City, under the iron and asphalt. The civilization as a whole was known as The Lost. It was set up like a monarchy, using princes and prinicess’. It was very peaceful, and Alice found herself at home in the dark tunnels and old buildings. No stares boring holes in her back, or people pushing by; just soft murmurs and thin mattresses.
Alice’s muscles strained as she stood. She flinched, bracing her weight against the wall. The peeling wallpaper chafed her cheek. The room had no windows and looked like it would cave in any day. Granted, it was one of the largest rooms in the library, but it was rather shabby. Her court lived in an old library, which was one of the few remaining buildings from old New York city, which they built over so long ago. Each court was connected by retired subway tunnels, which was pretty handy when traveling between courts and anywhere in general.
She sighed, standing upright no longer leaning for support. Alice took a few steps forward, standing before an old cardboard box, which doubled as her night stand and secret hiding place for her personal belongings. Her arm extended, reaching for something resting near the top. Her fingers grasped a thin piece of yarn. She tied the scarp to her wrist, smiling internally. The pieces of aluminum foil weaved between a few strands was still visible. ‘Something only careful hands could do…’ she thought as she turned away. She shuffled towards a tarnished mirror, which hung on the wall opposite of her mattress. Her light eyes stared back at her, they always looked so clouded and at times, lost. She rested her attention on the mass of pale blonde tangles that rested on her head in an organized chaos. She tugged her fingers through the knots in her attempt to fix her appearance. While other girls spend time on their make up, Alice spends her time neatening her hair to her best without a brush. She pulled off her dirty shirt, glancing at herself in the mirror for a moment. She frowned, her skin was
thats all I have so far,feel free to comment with opnions (x
