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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 10:37 am
Yay!! Another Story Spotlight. Remember that if you have a story you'd like to submit for the Story Spotlight all you have to do is PM me or e-mail me at friskey_jojo@hotmail.com. A donation to the guild is suggested but not required.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 10:39 am
This time our Story Spotlight is a story by AngelTristan. If you like it you can read the rest of the story on his journal.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 10:42 am
(Untitled)
by AngelTristanPROLOGUE
12:46 AM
Cody VanFalto stood on the hillside, staring into the Trentino midnight breeze. His silver hair blew gently in the Italian zephyr, the gentle breath of Mother Nature as she slept soundly. He watched the slumbering city, as silent as a ghost town.
The village San Maria was a small one. Being approximately one mile by two, one can probably imagine its population was slim. Nonetheless, during the daytime, it was quite a bustling town. Housewives would travel from place to place, bidding each other "Bon journo" as they traveled to the market to pick up dinner for their children, their husbands (who worked in the town elsewhere), and themselves. When one entered the house of any of the citizens of San Maria, they would be met with a pleasing mixture of hospitality, Christianity, and home cooking.
However, as VanFalto had realized about an hour and a half ago, this would not be the case tomorrow. By the time daylight broke on this fair hamlet of dear old Italia, would be left in shambles.
And it is all my fault, thought Cody. I have doomed these innocent people. I am a fool. A murderer! He winced at the very thought. And there is nothing I can do about it.
Everything had been going so smoothly up until this point. His life was all so very simple, so clean. Get up at 7:30 AM, shower, shave, and eat a hearty breakfast of some sort, prepared by his personal chef Rosa. Then, he would call his colleagues and they would come to his mansion to study the Serpente Demonio over tea and scones. Then, he would dine in the local cafe, and study the Serpente Demonio before dinner. After dinner, he would read some Edgar Allen Poe, and then rest for the night.
But that life had been forced behind him. Now, VanFalto was forced to turn and walk away from his old life, walk on a crazy path to somewhere he didn't know.
If he got there at all.
Cody turned from San Maria. The gentle breeze now blew on his back, beckoning him to leave, to move along, to walk away from failure, from death, from hell.
Literally.
He tilted his head backwards, and glanced up at the eternal blackness, a dark canvas neatly dabbled with God's brilliant white paint, creating an aesthetic still-life entitled "The Dead of Night." VanFalto inhaled deeply, and stepped forward. He halted briefly, lost in thought. He then sighed and whispered, "Criste, eleison" and walked on.
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