Post by Kikuyoshi on Mar 12, 2009 2:27:42 GMT -6
i came home today with the sudden and intense need to sit down and write a story...this is what spewed out of my brain and i haven't really edited it much so it's in it's roughest form and it's sorta taking off in a direction all of it's own.
my original idea was to base it off of a role play that i had going with Z...and i think it might take off down that road into the same sort of little world but then again, my stories tend to develop into their own way of working -shrug- i really don't have much say in the matter lol
anyways...here is the very beginning and i just want a little bit of feed back on if it's super super confusing or not...overall thoughts and yada yada. i'll add more when i write more but so far this is it n.n;;
my original idea was to base it off of a role play that i had going with Z...and i think it might take off down that road into the same sort of little world but then again, my stories tend to develop into their own way of working -shrug- i really don't have much say in the matter lol
anyways...here is the very beginning and i just want a little bit of feed back on if it's super super confusing or not...overall thoughts and yada yada. i'll add more when i write more but so far this is it n.n;;
"There are times in every person's life when we must question everything. Details that would otherwise seem unimportant, are suddenly the main reason for existing. Like the drop of a pin, emotion and feeling can change without a second thought; and those that usually remain in the shadows, find themselves thrust out into the spotlight. Naked and bare, it is what we do when we are out in the open that makes us what we are; molds us into something extraordinary.
For many, they don't question as often as they should. They move through what they call life thinking that they are alone, forgotten in the wide grand world. Most forget to even listen, never stopping in their busy lives to really hear what is going on around them. But we are never alone you know; from the moment we take that first breath to the very last one, someone is always watching. Always caring. In this world...we call them, Guardians."
The withered old voice every grandmother should have still lingered within the reaches of my mind; that lovely wrinkled old face and the smell of that old book. An old faerie tale so to speak; old magic that lay dead and forgotten. I ate up every word, filling my childhood fantasies with the thought that some mystical being was there to hold my hand through life. That they were there to look out for me when the night got a little too dark...or that unknown corner looked a little too scary. We grew up together, this guardian of mine and I...close enough that i eventually kept the discovery and belief a secret. Very few can understand the power of someone they can't see.
Even with my strong beliefs and promises to not forget...life has a way of stealing even the heart's strongest of strong convictions under the right circumstances. Mine happened to be the death of my mother; the only one left in the flesh that was there to be able to care for me. It left me naked and exposed...but i was hardly in the mainstream of light. Pushed around, moved and forgotten at only age ten; i was transferred from hand to hand, not speaking a word to anyone. They called me mute...a vegetable; though many times i heard them refer to me as that of some sort of flower. I wasn't pretty like one...i had done a rather fine job of convincing myself that and didn't spend any amount of time trying to primp myself like the other girls my age. Life then was a blur...a bit motion of color and words that didn't stick to me. It wasn't until a rather particular dreary day in March that i actually remember waking up enough to catch a glimpse of the real world. That was the day i first started to really listen. Eight years had passed...
"Don't really talk much do ya?" He didn't really expect an answer from her...she never said anything to anyone. That was normal for her and it suited him just fine. Most women talked a bit too much in his opinion. Lightly he rubbed a bit of shine on the apple he was holding, his gaze drifting out the window before he took a rather large bite from the crisp skin of the fruit. It was just another day in the apartment above the pub; rainy and mildly cold just like it had been the past week or so now. Strangely enough, today seemed to hold some sort of importance for whatever reason because the mute of a room mate just in the bed beside him let out a wicked scream. Jasper couldn't so much as make heads or tails out of the noise and promptly chucked the apple at the ground as his body lept to it's feet. "Jesus, god of all that's holy woman!" A laugh escaped him more out of relief than anything as his hand clutched at his heart. "You gave me a fright! But bloody hell ye got a set of lungs to ya now don't cha?"
For many, they don't question as often as they should. They move through what they call life thinking that they are alone, forgotten in the wide grand world. Most forget to even listen, never stopping in their busy lives to really hear what is going on around them. But we are never alone you know; from the moment we take that first breath to the very last one, someone is always watching. Always caring. In this world...we call them, Guardians."
The withered old voice every grandmother should have still lingered within the reaches of my mind; that lovely wrinkled old face and the smell of that old book. An old faerie tale so to speak; old magic that lay dead and forgotten. I ate up every word, filling my childhood fantasies with the thought that some mystical being was there to hold my hand through life. That they were there to look out for me when the night got a little too dark...or that unknown corner looked a little too scary. We grew up together, this guardian of mine and I...close enough that i eventually kept the discovery and belief a secret. Very few can understand the power of someone they can't see.
Even with my strong beliefs and promises to not forget...life has a way of stealing even the heart's strongest of strong convictions under the right circumstances. Mine happened to be the death of my mother; the only one left in the flesh that was there to be able to care for me. It left me naked and exposed...but i was hardly in the mainstream of light. Pushed around, moved and forgotten at only age ten; i was transferred from hand to hand, not speaking a word to anyone. They called me mute...a vegetable; though many times i heard them refer to me as that of some sort of flower. I wasn't pretty like one...i had done a rather fine job of convincing myself that and didn't spend any amount of time trying to primp myself like the other girls my age. Life then was a blur...a bit motion of color and words that didn't stick to me. It wasn't until a rather particular dreary day in March that i actually remember waking up enough to catch a glimpse of the real world. That was the day i first started to really listen. Eight years had passed...
"Don't really talk much do ya?" He didn't really expect an answer from her...she never said anything to anyone. That was normal for her and it suited him just fine. Most women talked a bit too much in his opinion. Lightly he rubbed a bit of shine on the apple he was holding, his gaze drifting out the window before he took a rather large bite from the crisp skin of the fruit. It was just another day in the apartment above the pub; rainy and mildly cold just like it had been the past week or so now. Strangely enough, today seemed to hold some sort of importance for whatever reason because the mute of a room mate just in the bed beside him let out a wicked scream. Jasper couldn't so much as make heads or tails out of the noise and promptly chucked the apple at the ground as his body lept to it's feet. "Jesus, god of all that's holy woman!" A laugh escaped him more out of relief than anything as his hand clutched at his heart. "You gave me a fright! But bloody hell ye got a set of lungs to ya now don't cha?"
