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Shusakuu 06-24-2012 09:39 AM

A short story I am writing
 
This is definitely off-topic and I am not much of a story writer by the way! But, I thought it would be awesome to start a short story and hey, maybe someone else will join in and add to it or something lol. This is not intended to be professional by the way. Just having a little fun.

“Vilkas”

Chapter 1: Grimsby

The feeling. To the man with the twisted grin, it was a moment of ecstasy. An overwhelming one that completely electrified his body. To the man faced down in his own blood another overwhelming feeling ran through his body. However, it was quite obvious from the pained expression that marked his face and knife sticking from his side that it was agonizing. Imagine the first time you ever truly got hurt. At first, you don’t know what just happened but then, it hits you and your mind along with your heart starts to run faster like it would explode any moment. The wounded man could only utter one soft word “Monster..” But death should never be a beginning. It should always be the end. Therefore, we will rewind a mere 16 hours ago.

The forest that covers the west end of Grimsby happens to be a mysterious one. Whenever one were to pass through it’s dense barriers, it was almost as if something was always lurking there. An ominous presence that prodded you to stay on the main road...like helpless sheep to their gate. Whether or not something or someone was actually there was what really made the travelers and citizens want to stay on the path. It was the unspoken rule.
Grimsby was a town by the harbor. On a certain day every year, the sun’s rays would seemingly droop down producing an effect almost as if it was crying. This had been due to the moon. On a day like any other, it would appear bigger and fuller than ever before. It was quite the spectacle which used to bring in many travelers from all over the world. The Eve of the Phoenix. See, it was or well, it used to be a successful trading port. Spices from the southern seas. Animal hide from the uninhabitable tundra...yet that was years ago. Now...things were quite different. Maybe it was because of the war. It had been different from everyone’s imaginations.Glory, valor, and bravery! No it was not like that. Men came home with looks of disbelief and horror. Faces that had seen the worse, but too much in shock to understand it. Maybe it had been due to the aristocracy taking all for their own and leaving only bits and pieces for the lower class. Brothels and bars became their place of solace. But...that was years ago.

Chapter 2: John...

Somewhere along the edge of the forest, there lived a man. His facial features weren’t anything special. Almost robotic really. Pale green eyes, ruffled hair, and a not quite shaven beard. However, he kept his tie nice and neat along with his whole attire. Very proper compared to everything else. John Clarke was his name. A plain name that complimented his very plain lifestyle.

Everyone in town knew of John Clarke. Besides the fact that he lived right next to the forest, he was unsociable. Well I won’t say unsociable...rather, he was unapproachable. Despite his demeanor, it was apparent that something was a bit off with this man. He seemed to always be in a rush.
The morning had been different for Clarke. He always had quite the perception for the littlest details. If one of his picture frames were off even a centimeter, he noticed it. Today, there had been no sound of animals. No birds chirping. No morning rooster. Not even the squawk of a crow. “Today must be the Eve of the Phoenix,” he thought.

If you have read this far and want me to keep writing, do say so. That will be my motivation.

zecoxao 06-24-2012 10:14 AM

keep doing it man :) it's always fun to see people expressing themselves, through any artistic means :)

gDrive 06-24-2012 10:21 AM

@Shusakuu
I second @zecoxao - keep it up! :biggrin:

Shusakuu 06-24-2012 10:29 AM

Thanks. I will definitely be writing this until the end. Already have the story inside my head :) Just needs to be fleshed out.

Shusakuu 06-24-2012 12:48 PM

Chapter 3: Watching You

On every street corner, you can see the remnants of a distant past. Faded images of a phoenix falling from a sun. Etched out letters that seemed to have spelled the words of “Festival of the Phoenix.” As Clarke walked through those streets, his eyes caught the glimpse of something that prompted his expressionless face to turn into one with a sense of discomfort.
It shouldn’t have, but it did. It was a day like any other. Clarke saw her on the corner “peddling her wares.” Emily...Emily Jane. People came and went buying her services. Compared to this disease ridden city, she did not belong. A good egg that happened to be mixed in with the bad ones. What was it about her that made him want to just grab her and whisk her away? Her face? It was indeed a beautiful one. Both genteel and wild at the same time. Eyes? No no...they were tragically alluring, but it was more... more....her scent! It seemed to pull you in. An exotic fragrance not native to the area. Not too strong on the nose, but very apparent. Whenever the wind blew across the city, you would always know what direction she would be in. You would only have to follow her scent.
“John!” he heard her yell. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of him and came running in a mere instant. She was the only person who could really approach him. Maybe it was because she was a bit too carefree. In her younger years, she had been a timid girl. Her hair had always been braided and she had never worn makeup before. How time changes a person...”Oh my beloved. Come to finally be corrupted by me? You know how I’ve been dying to do certain things to you.” as she grabbed Clarke around the waist. Her smile along with her eyes always seemed to have a mischievous nature in them.
“You are far too beautiful for me my dear Emily. If Aphrodite were ever to see a face like yours, she would be stricken with jealousy. Therefore, I must decline your offer”
“Oh John!” she blushed. “You are quite the lady killer”
“And you are quite the temptress yourself, my dear” John replied back. “Now I must be going. Time is always of the essence. Adieu.”
“Yes, time always comes first for you John. I’ll always be here” she softly whispered. That was the nature of their relationship. The two would always casually flirt with each other, but nothing ever happened. Emily did not mind this, but John truly had feelings for her. He would do anything for her, but he was just too afraid to. He just didn’t want to lose what they already had.

Shusakuu 06-24-2012 07:20 PM

Chapter 4: Worship

The tavern was not in John’s style. It’s raucous sound combined with the foul odors of men permeated throughout its interiors. Today was a special case though. Whether or not people still remember, today was a sacred event.

“Bartender, your finest liquor!” he shouted over the din. He was an old fellow. A gruff beard and spectacles that hung on the tip of his nose. Bottle in hand, the geezer conjured up two glasses instead of one.

“Looks like you’re the only one” he snuffs. The old man musters up a small grin and slowly analyzed John. It was not the first time the old man had seen John, but it had been the first time that he ever stepped foot into his bar.

“Even if a few people have forgotten, its still apart of our culture”

“Hmph. Well said my boy. You’re not as strange as you look.” the old timer laughed

“I guess that makes two of us” he replied back. John sometimes seemed to bumped into these kind of people. Those types who still stayed true despite the conditions that surrounded them.
As the hours passed and the two men conversed, the spectacle started to occur. The two looked with admiration. Almost like a single tear, the vibrant red hue seemed to drop into the ocean. The water, the town, and all of the sky was soaked in a color that had seemed to have resembled blood.

“In my time, it was a bit different.” the old man grunted. “Back when I was a child, we used to worship two animals. One for the Sun and one for the Moon. But...” he stopped and turned to look at John. “Forget it, I am just a senile old man.” John had never been the type to pry. Needless to say, the old man did not mention it again.

This is gonna need lots of editing. Looks like its going to be two different stories and more description definitely needs to be added. Work in Progress!


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