Post by eoloth on May 31, 2005 16:18:46 GMT -5
all right, i have the beginnings of a few stories. Just something i did a few months ago.
3/20/05
He let her cry on his shoulder. Holding her close, he felt as though he never wanted the moment to end: the feel of her hair on his cheek, her tears on his shirt, the sound of her soft sobs and his gentle comforts. She stopped crying, but she didn’t move out of his arms. She looked up. Ever so gently he could feel her arm creep over his shoulder and felt her cool hand rest on his neck. He leaned toward her, and she lifted her face to him. Their lips met and all the world was forgotten in the love they shared. As the moment ended, She leaned her head again upon his shoulder, her face turned outward. He held her and leaned his own head gently upon hers. Yes, the moment would perhaps last forever.
3/20/05
Run! Now! Fast! Her heart was pounding as adrenaline coursed through her body. Her mind was clear, but working like a machine. Her legs carried her faster than she ever thought they could. She flew through the forest as branches caught her clothes. She could hear footsteps and shouts behind her, chasing her. They would find her. They would take her with them. Likely, they would beat her. She had to keep running. Don’t stop! Don’t look back. Everything was dark, night was complete and the moon did not shine. She stumbled, but frantically picked herself up again. Her hair flew behind her, and sometimes grew entangled in the grasping branches, but she quickly broke free as she fled. They seemed to be getting further behind. She might just make it. But…there was so much she still had to overcome before her.
3/20/05
Guns were heard in the distance. He wondered who was fighting. He looked up at the stars overhead, and mused to himself. He liked working on the ship. It was good fun, and good pay. He had two more years to go now. Then he would be free to do what he wanted. He sighed and continued swabbing the deck. Once again the sound of cannons caught his ears and they seemed to be coming closer. They drew his attention now, and so he climbed the crow’s nest to see what was afoot. He could see far to the west two ships were head to head, and it looked as though one was trying to disengage and retreat. They were quickly moving toward him. Must alert the captain, he thought as he climbed down. He headed down to the lower deck to visit the captain’s cabin.
3/20/05
She woke up with a start, but fell back upon the pillows as the pain and memories returned. Her head ached horribly, as though hundreds of blacksmiths were busy pounding metal upon their anvils in her skull. She felt a linen bandage over her forehead. She opened her eyes. She could see nothing. It was pitch dark, and likely the dead of night. She went back to sleep. Later she woke again, and felt completely rested. Yet still it was dark. She slowly propped herself up and squinted around her, but could see only inky blackness. She rubbed her eyes, and still all was dark. Suddenly a low, male voice was heard from beside her, “you cannot see because you have lost your sight. You are blind.” She felt almost as though she hadn’t heard him as well as hadn’t seen him. She couldn’t recall whose voice it was. The blood rushed into her ears. “Blind?” she asked, shocked. “Yes,” he answered, “when he hit you with the stone, he damaged your sight. You will never see again.” Now she was angry, angry with him, angry with herself, and angry with the boy who had done this to her. “Who are you?” she asked, trying hard to keep her voice calm. He replied, “My name is Luke. I am a friend. When you can leave your bed, I will teach you how to walk and move without sight.” She said nothing, but rather closed her eyes again, trying to forget the blank future that awaited her.
3/20/05
He let her cry on his shoulder. Holding her close, he felt as though he never wanted the moment to end: the feel of her hair on his cheek, her tears on his shirt, the sound of her soft sobs and his gentle comforts. She stopped crying, but she didn’t move out of his arms. She looked up. Ever so gently he could feel her arm creep over his shoulder and felt her cool hand rest on his neck. He leaned toward her, and she lifted her face to him. Their lips met and all the world was forgotten in the love they shared. As the moment ended, She leaned her head again upon his shoulder, her face turned outward. He held her and leaned his own head gently upon hers. Yes, the moment would perhaps last forever.
3/20/05
Run! Now! Fast! Her heart was pounding as adrenaline coursed through her body. Her mind was clear, but working like a machine. Her legs carried her faster than she ever thought they could. She flew through the forest as branches caught her clothes. She could hear footsteps and shouts behind her, chasing her. They would find her. They would take her with them. Likely, they would beat her. She had to keep running. Don’t stop! Don’t look back. Everything was dark, night was complete and the moon did not shine. She stumbled, but frantically picked herself up again. Her hair flew behind her, and sometimes grew entangled in the grasping branches, but she quickly broke free as she fled. They seemed to be getting further behind. She might just make it. But…there was so much she still had to overcome before her.
3/20/05
Guns were heard in the distance. He wondered who was fighting. He looked up at the stars overhead, and mused to himself. He liked working on the ship. It was good fun, and good pay. He had two more years to go now. Then he would be free to do what he wanted. He sighed and continued swabbing the deck. Once again the sound of cannons caught his ears and they seemed to be coming closer. They drew his attention now, and so he climbed the crow’s nest to see what was afoot. He could see far to the west two ships were head to head, and it looked as though one was trying to disengage and retreat. They were quickly moving toward him. Must alert the captain, he thought as he climbed down. He headed down to the lower deck to visit the captain’s cabin.
3/20/05
She woke up with a start, but fell back upon the pillows as the pain and memories returned. Her head ached horribly, as though hundreds of blacksmiths were busy pounding metal upon their anvils in her skull. She felt a linen bandage over her forehead. She opened her eyes. She could see nothing. It was pitch dark, and likely the dead of night. She went back to sleep. Later she woke again, and felt completely rested. Yet still it was dark. She slowly propped herself up and squinted around her, but could see only inky blackness. She rubbed her eyes, and still all was dark. Suddenly a low, male voice was heard from beside her, “you cannot see because you have lost your sight. You are blind.” She felt almost as though she hadn’t heard him as well as hadn’t seen him. She couldn’t recall whose voice it was. The blood rushed into her ears. “Blind?” she asked, shocked. “Yes,” he answered, “when he hit you with the stone, he damaged your sight. You will never see again.” Now she was angry, angry with him, angry with herself, and angry with the boy who had done this to her. “Who are you?” she asked, trying hard to keep her voice calm. He replied, “My name is Luke. I am a friend. When you can leave your bed, I will teach you how to walk and move without sight.” She said nothing, but rather closed her eyes again, trying to forget the blank future that awaited her.