Post by ShadowLynx on May 18, 2006 14:59:51 GMT -5
Here's a little story I whipped up during Maths...
(I've posted in the DrawBridge so don't read or spoil it)
WARNING: Some scenes may disturb...
Fate
Under the sun there are many meetings. Every meeting has its own fates and outcomes. And every outcome could decide a future.
The luscious park was the very pinnacle of wonder. A few clouds drifted across the sapphire sky as if they did not wish to disturb the tranquility. The sun was out smiling adoringly over the park. His rays shone wondrously over a pond, causing light to ripple on the waves hither and thither. A soft breeze whistled across the petite sycamores, it’s leaves rustling in the wind. Geraniums, chrysanthemums, daffodils, roses and other florae bloomed like pretty maidens. Butterflies glided across each of the flowers like a bunch of innocent children playing tag. Finally one, a beautiful amethyst monarch, settled in the open palms of a young girl.
The girl’s name was Jessica, as it could be seen from her neat signature on her several books. Her hair was long and drifted down her slim shoulders. It was auburn like a mixture of ruby and topaz. Light shone upon it, casting a waterfall of red and orange. A few strands fell down her maiden face, adding mischief to her innocent looks. Jess’ eyes shone like glowing emeralds, the pupils contracting as a stream of sunlight lit up her delicate face. Her eyes glanced across the trees and her eyebrows furrowed down, concentration written on her pose.
Her gaze struck and locked upon a young man running up the grassy lawns. With a strong build, muscles that tensed with every movement, the man was the spitting image of an athlete.
As the man saw Jess he slowed down to a walk and moved towards her. His platinum blonde hair drifted across his collar and ruffled with every step. The cobalt blue eyes brightened like gems and he allowed pleasure to enter his handsome face. After introducing himself as Alexander, he moved slowly down and joined Jess in the plain of flowers.
Jess’ eyes sparkled like gold and mentally traced Alexander’s face. The emeralds drifted from the gem-like eyes, to the eagle nose and finally to the warm smile. She lost her battle to pleasure and a victorious smile crept over her face.
The two conversed like long-time lovers, slow and shy at first and ecstatic the next. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes and onto their animated faces while their fingers entwined like vines to a tree. Each other’s presence gave the other lover and joy. It was plain to even the most cold-hearted person that the two were love struck.
Clouds started forming across the skies and dared to blot out the sun’s smile. A gentle rain drifted down from the heavens like the tears of the archangels. The pair had abandoned their conversation momentarily and settled to gaze adoringly across each other’s figures, oblivious to their surroundings. Suddenly the thunder roared like a furious tigress guarding her cubs. Black clouds circled the skies with reinforcements and the drizzle fell with wild abandon. Rain bombarded Jess and Alexander, soaking them to the skin. The pair could not ignore the rain any longer and hastily established a meeting at Jess’ house later that night.
Alexander helped Jess pack up her books and guided her on her way like a gentleman. He jogged slowly home, humming a merry tune and his thoughts were wild with Jess’ touch
Night.
It is the antithesis of day. Where the blackness scourge the light. Small pinpricks of starlight shone in the void, giving little comfort to those who dwell in the darkness below. The slit of the crescent moon seemed to be engulfed by shadow, a harbinger of evil omens to come.
The weather had returned to normal and a chilling silence filled the town like the calm before a storm. Unease filled Alexander’s mind and doubt entered his heart. The silence and calm was so unnatural and wild thoughts began to assault Alexander ferociously. He shrugged off these thoughts and the desire to see Jess was too overwhelming to ignore. Alexander quickly began the long march to meet his beloved.
Jess’ house looked as if it was modeled on a 15th century gothic mansion. The forbidding carvings of gargoyles, vampires and other mythical terrors only added to its mystery. Alexander tapped on the mahogany door with a knuckle. The sound rumbled like a lion’s roar and footsteps answered from within.
The door flung open soundlessly and Jess stood in all her glory. She wore a blood red evening gown like a princess of the past. A slim silver bracelet curled around her wrist and no other jewellery was in sight. This simplicity only added more to her beauty and Alexander stood momentarily dazed in the presence of her elegance.
She flung herself passionately towards him and he returned the embrace like a knight greeting his Lady Love. They kissed long and lovingly before withdrawing into the warmth of the house.
Jess led him slowly up the stairs and into the dining room, her hand never once leaving his. She bid him to wait while she prepared their meal and disappeared into a kitchen leaving Alexander to linger.
Alexander wandered to the curious pentagonal-shaped table and sat, waiting patiently for Jess. She came shortly and carried a couple platters of deliciousness. A warm, savoury aroma filled the room and overflowed his nose with gratifying delight. They discussed mainly trivial things, tongue-tied once again by love. The plates became a barrier to their love so she cleared them away and settled down once again.
His hands twitched and inched towards hers. To his thrilled surprise she did the same. Love burned within his veins and his heart pumped like an excited puppy; with each beat he grew more excited until his heart could contain no more. His love gave him strength and he grew bolder with each second. Alexander leaned over casually and pecked on her nose. An instant blush leapt on their faces like an infection.
In an unsuccessful attempt to cover her embarrassment she reached and poured him a cup of Champagne. Red brilliance sparkled into the crystal chalice like a river of icy blood. Alexander drank deeply and –
Suddenly the room began to fade away! His consciousness lost its grip on his mind and darkness began to seep through. Every blink caused his battle to stay awake to weaken until finally – sweet oblivion.
When Alexander woke he felt like an old man. His muscles were sore, joints were crying in agony and every bone felt broken. Jess sat in a corner surveying him. Alexander started to whisper an apology when he felt something was wrong. Whether this feeling stemmed from the fact that he was in a dimly lit room and strapped to a chair or the expressionless look on Jess’ face he did not know.
Before he could finish processing these thoughts Jess leapt towards him. She kissed him without previous passion, yet the feeling gave Alexander pleasure. Her lips tinged with fire and his tongue touched hers from reflex. Her eyes bored into this, chilling him to the bone and eliminated hope for an explanation. Suddenly, as fast as lightning, she withdrew her tongue and clammed her milky white teeth onto his tongue. With almost insulting ease Jess ripped the fleshy muscle off, chewed with jerking action and swallowed.
Alexander sat there shocked and speechless. He wanted to scream yet all he could make was a weak, grunting noise. Tears and cold sweat sprang forth and combined with the gushing blood to form a race down his face. He began to thrash with urgent terror against his bonds. Not knowing what horror cam next, a manic gleam filled his eyes and terror froze his face.
Jess looked at this display of panic with no expression on her stunning face. Perhaps the only show of emotion was the arctic smile. She knew in her tainted soul that she did not care an iota for him. As if to strength that though, 10 inches of cruel, serrated steel drew forth from her hand. Like a torturer he leaned forward and placed the blade viciously on Alexander’s arm and slowly, ever slowly, began to flay him alive.
As the blade touched him, Alexander’s bladder gave out. A musky smell filled the room like an unwanted odour. When the blade began its movements he screamed out in pain, trying desperately to escape. Pain upon pain coursed through him and the torment felt like a purging fire. Alexander bloodshot eyes stared at this own fallen skin with disbelief and looked at the blood – oh the blood. Pools of sanguine liquid filled the room. Dripping like a torrent of water it drenched Alexander’s clothing. The deep stain crept upwards like a disease and covered his body.
At first Jess indulged in the ecstasy of skinning Alexander, but the sight became too unbearable; the twitching of the victim, the blood-soaked clothing and the grunting animal sounds. To pitiable look on his face unnerved her and she began to doubt her actions. To quell her rebellious thoughts she decided to end his suffering. With shaking hands she drove the knife into Alexander’s heart with no resistance and looked intensely into this eyes one last time as if she wanted to see into his soul.
For Alexander death was a blessed event. It drove his pain and torment away. For such a moment away from pain Alexander forgot everything. When he returned from his reverie he traced his former beloved’s face; from the ruby hair to the emerald eyes; from the delicate nose to the crescent mouth, one last time. He glanced upwards towards heaven and saw no more again.
...The End…
(I've posted in the DrawBridge so don't read or spoil it)
WARNING: Some scenes may disturb...
Fate
Under the sun there are many meetings. Every meeting has its own fates and outcomes. And every outcome could decide a future.
The luscious park was the very pinnacle of wonder. A few clouds drifted across the sapphire sky as if they did not wish to disturb the tranquility. The sun was out smiling adoringly over the park. His rays shone wondrously over a pond, causing light to ripple on the waves hither and thither. A soft breeze whistled across the petite sycamores, it’s leaves rustling in the wind. Geraniums, chrysanthemums, daffodils, roses and other florae bloomed like pretty maidens. Butterflies glided across each of the flowers like a bunch of innocent children playing tag. Finally one, a beautiful amethyst monarch, settled in the open palms of a young girl.
The girl’s name was Jessica, as it could be seen from her neat signature on her several books. Her hair was long and drifted down her slim shoulders. It was auburn like a mixture of ruby and topaz. Light shone upon it, casting a waterfall of red and orange. A few strands fell down her maiden face, adding mischief to her innocent looks. Jess’ eyes shone like glowing emeralds, the pupils contracting as a stream of sunlight lit up her delicate face. Her eyes glanced across the trees and her eyebrows furrowed down, concentration written on her pose.
Her gaze struck and locked upon a young man running up the grassy lawns. With a strong build, muscles that tensed with every movement, the man was the spitting image of an athlete.
As the man saw Jess he slowed down to a walk and moved towards her. His platinum blonde hair drifted across his collar and ruffled with every step. The cobalt blue eyes brightened like gems and he allowed pleasure to enter his handsome face. After introducing himself as Alexander, he moved slowly down and joined Jess in the plain of flowers.
Jess’ eyes sparkled like gold and mentally traced Alexander’s face. The emeralds drifted from the gem-like eyes, to the eagle nose and finally to the warm smile. She lost her battle to pleasure and a victorious smile crept over her face.
The two conversed like long-time lovers, slow and shy at first and ecstatic the next. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes and onto their animated faces while their fingers entwined like vines to a tree. Each other’s presence gave the other lover and joy. It was plain to even the most cold-hearted person that the two were love struck.
Clouds started forming across the skies and dared to blot out the sun’s smile. A gentle rain drifted down from the heavens like the tears of the archangels. The pair had abandoned their conversation momentarily and settled to gaze adoringly across each other’s figures, oblivious to their surroundings. Suddenly the thunder roared like a furious tigress guarding her cubs. Black clouds circled the skies with reinforcements and the drizzle fell with wild abandon. Rain bombarded Jess and Alexander, soaking them to the skin. The pair could not ignore the rain any longer and hastily established a meeting at Jess’ house later that night.
Alexander helped Jess pack up her books and guided her on her way like a gentleman. He jogged slowly home, humming a merry tune and his thoughts were wild with Jess’ touch
Night.
It is the antithesis of day. Where the blackness scourge the light. Small pinpricks of starlight shone in the void, giving little comfort to those who dwell in the darkness below. The slit of the crescent moon seemed to be engulfed by shadow, a harbinger of evil omens to come.
The weather had returned to normal and a chilling silence filled the town like the calm before a storm. Unease filled Alexander’s mind and doubt entered his heart. The silence and calm was so unnatural and wild thoughts began to assault Alexander ferociously. He shrugged off these thoughts and the desire to see Jess was too overwhelming to ignore. Alexander quickly began the long march to meet his beloved.
Jess’ house looked as if it was modeled on a 15th century gothic mansion. The forbidding carvings of gargoyles, vampires and other mythical terrors only added to its mystery. Alexander tapped on the mahogany door with a knuckle. The sound rumbled like a lion’s roar and footsteps answered from within.
The door flung open soundlessly and Jess stood in all her glory. She wore a blood red evening gown like a princess of the past. A slim silver bracelet curled around her wrist and no other jewellery was in sight. This simplicity only added more to her beauty and Alexander stood momentarily dazed in the presence of her elegance.
She flung herself passionately towards him and he returned the embrace like a knight greeting his Lady Love. They kissed long and lovingly before withdrawing into the warmth of the house.
Jess led him slowly up the stairs and into the dining room, her hand never once leaving his. She bid him to wait while she prepared their meal and disappeared into a kitchen leaving Alexander to linger.
Alexander wandered to the curious pentagonal-shaped table and sat, waiting patiently for Jess. She came shortly and carried a couple platters of deliciousness. A warm, savoury aroma filled the room and overflowed his nose with gratifying delight. They discussed mainly trivial things, tongue-tied once again by love. The plates became a barrier to their love so she cleared them away and settled down once again.
His hands twitched and inched towards hers. To his thrilled surprise she did the same. Love burned within his veins and his heart pumped like an excited puppy; with each beat he grew more excited until his heart could contain no more. His love gave him strength and he grew bolder with each second. Alexander leaned over casually and pecked on her nose. An instant blush leapt on their faces like an infection.
In an unsuccessful attempt to cover her embarrassment she reached and poured him a cup of Champagne. Red brilliance sparkled into the crystal chalice like a river of icy blood. Alexander drank deeply and –
Suddenly the room began to fade away! His consciousness lost its grip on his mind and darkness began to seep through. Every blink caused his battle to stay awake to weaken until finally – sweet oblivion.
When Alexander woke he felt like an old man. His muscles were sore, joints were crying in agony and every bone felt broken. Jess sat in a corner surveying him. Alexander started to whisper an apology when he felt something was wrong. Whether this feeling stemmed from the fact that he was in a dimly lit room and strapped to a chair or the expressionless look on Jess’ face he did not know.
Before he could finish processing these thoughts Jess leapt towards him. She kissed him without previous passion, yet the feeling gave Alexander pleasure. Her lips tinged with fire and his tongue touched hers from reflex. Her eyes bored into this, chilling him to the bone and eliminated hope for an explanation. Suddenly, as fast as lightning, she withdrew her tongue and clammed her milky white teeth onto his tongue. With almost insulting ease Jess ripped the fleshy muscle off, chewed with jerking action and swallowed.
Alexander sat there shocked and speechless. He wanted to scream yet all he could make was a weak, grunting noise. Tears and cold sweat sprang forth and combined with the gushing blood to form a race down his face. He began to thrash with urgent terror against his bonds. Not knowing what horror cam next, a manic gleam filled his eyes and terror froze his face.
Jess looked at this display of panic with no expression on her stunning face. Perhaps the only show of emotion was the arctic smile. She knew in her tainted soul that she did not care an iota for him. As if to strength that though, 10 inches of cruel, serrated steel drew forth from her hand. Like a torturer he leaned forward and placed the blade viciously on Alexander’s arm and slowly, ever slowly, began to flay him alive.
As the blade touched him, Alexander’s bladder gave out. A musky smell filled the room like an unwanted odour. When the blade began its movements he screamed out in pain, trying desperately to escape. Pain upon pain coursed through him and the torment felt like a purging fire. Alexander bloodshot eyes stared at this own fallen skin with disbelief and looked at the blood – oh the blood. Pools of sanguine liquid filled the room. Dripping like a torrent of water it drenched Alexander’s clothing. The deep stain crept upwards like a disease and covered his body.
At first Jess indulged in the ecstasy of skinning Alexander, but the sight became too unbearable; the twitching of the victim, the blood-soaked clothing and the grunting animal sounds. To pitiable look on his face unnerved her and she began to doubt her actions. To quell her rebellious thoughts she decided to end his suffering. With shaking hands she drove the knife into Alexander’s heart with no resistance and looked intensely into this eyes one last time as if she wanted to see into his soul.
For Alexander death was a blessed event. It drove his pain and torment away. For such a moment away from pain Alexander forgot everything. When he returned from his reverie he traced his former beloved’s face; from the ruby hair to the emerald eyes; from the delicate nose to the crescent mouth, one last time. He glanced upwards towards heaven and saw no more again.
...The End…