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Post by Mizari on Jun 2, 2009 22:49:28 GMT -8
Train The train continues down the tracks towards the Plains. A boy in his late teens is sitting in the back of the last car. He shifts to keep comfortable and continues to read his book, “Troublemakers”. Outside he can hear the heavy rain smack against the train’s window. A much younger girl, the boy’s sister, is asleep on his lap, she smiles and cuddles up against him, still dreaming. Another girl, about the same age as the boy, is sitting next to him, reading over his shoulder. The girl yawns; she’s starting to fall asleep. She rests her head on the boy; he shifts again to account for her. Dashiell Gayhart ((Author's Comments: This is the first appearance of Jerrico, Alice and Sophia in my writing))
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Post by DrunkenVeggie on Jun 2, 2009 22:56:10 GMT -8
That's just adorable. Seriously. I know adorable. And that's it.
Sheesh, now I want to fall asleep against someone on a train > <
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Post by Mizari on Jun 2, 2009 23:03:04 GMT -8
Thanks, its always nice to hear when people like my stuff.
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Post by Mizari on Jun 2, 2009 23:43:03 GMT -8
Mourning
Rain falls on the ancient city, cleansing the destroyed homes and washing away all but the tiniest remnants of a long forgotten battle. A young woman looks upon the ruined temple, now only a skeleton of what it once was, tears running down her face. Once, countless people came here to send their offerings and prayers to the gods; now, all that remains in of this decaying building’s existence are the bones of a priestess who refused to leave her beliefs. Beyond this once great temple lies the imposing forest that has kept this sight from the prying eyes of the outside world.
Rest
A young man sits next to a fire in the clearing of a vast forest. He holds out his hands to warm them in the cold night air. A small ferret sleeps curled up into a ball on the young man’s shoulder. The young man leans back to rests against the black and red beast sleeping behind him on the man’s cloak. As he gets closer to the great beast, the young man can hear the soft low rumble of its breath. He sighs as he knows this peace will only last until sunrise.
Remembrance
A young girl stands near her parents. She has on her favorite kimono; blue with a sunflower print. She has just completed the coming of age ceremony, her mother is crying; the girl will have to leave soon. The girl looks through the huge crowd of people, scanning for someone. At the edge of the fair grounds she notices a boy who looks about her age. Her eyes light up in disbelief, she smiles widely at him. The boy smiles back, hiding his pain and the blood slowly dripping down his arm.
((These three are connected if you couldn't already guess so I've put them together.))
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Post by DrunkenVeggie on Jun 3, 2009 19:25:30 GMT -8
Bah! I forgot to ask to read the first part of the story DX
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Post by Mizari on Jun 3, 2009 22:51:21 GMT -8
no worries it'll still be there later. plus i still have to finish it.
Hey you should come join the RP... its fun.
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Post by DrunkenVeggie on Jun 4, 2009 7:45:16 GMT -8
Alright : 3 I'll join soon!
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Post by greycupcake on Jul 1, 2009 23:29:59 GMT -8
The one I had deleted:
Both of your stories leave me wanting to read so much more! You're able to put so much into so few words! Which of course leads one to notice your thoughtful diction and skill for description. You're able to convey so many feelings so well, and I'm loosing MY words now, AHH! *attempting to turn mumbled gibberish of joy over your literary prowess into audible/readable words...* *processing...* *rebooting....* *Epic verbal fail on my side: will shorten into convertible binary:
01011001 01001111 01010101 00100000 01010010 01001111 01000011 01001011 00100000 01000100 01000001 01010011 01001000 00100001 00100001 00100001 * Oh by the way, in Mourning at the beginning of the sentence "A young woman..." there's an extra "upon the". ^^
Can't wait to read more of your work!!!
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Post by Mizari on Jul 2, 2009 16:42:16 GMT -8
Thanks for the kind words of praise, and thanks for the correction. It means a lot to hear people complementing my work.
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Post by Mizari on Jul 20, 2009 20:53:42 GMT -8
Remorse
Snow falls, covering the blood, the sorrow, the hate. Nothing is left but the fire and the two using its warmth, sitting against each other to stave of the cold. The man’s hand shakes, the fire grows and becomes more intense. The girl grabs his hand, rests her cheek on his shoulder, she whispers something to him. His hand stops shaking, the fire begins to calm itself. A single hot tear slides down the man’s face.
Dedicated to Giannina
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