well i just wrote this piece, and i preferably, don't want any critisism at this moment in time.
Enjoy...a little violent, and some bad mouth-ness. Nothing you all can't handle.
“How do you become, outside of the box? How do you tear open the layers of protection to breathe the air of exterior? How do you expose, your well-being to this state? How-“
“Lemuel, stop asking your silly outrageous questions. I do need time to think, remember that?”
“Sorry Milady, its just, how do I become of those people? How do I mesh into their fabricated life? Its so…”
“Ungodly, I know. Believe me, I do know. You won’t mesh just yet; you are still after all, my fledgling. ”
There was a soft hazy glow from the mountain top where Eva and her first fledgling angel, Lemuel watched. She picked this area of undiscovered rock, to mediate and to learn of the new world she was to become familiar with. Below them was the silky sight of a high indulging city, as lively as fire in a black void of space.
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Dunne shook awake, she had fallen asleep during Mr. Picot’s class, she was unsure who woke her, but winked to her best friend Kylie, who was leaning on another desk. Kylie rolled her eyes, and nudged Dunne to get up. Class was leaving, and they needed to be on there way if they didn’t want to be harassed in the hallway. Kylie and Dunne didn’t say a word, till the aggravating silence broke by Dunne.
“So how long was I out?” Dunne yawned and twisted her numb right hand. There was a bright light coming in through the front doors of the one floor school building.
“I don’t know, possibly, the whole period. I didn’t hear you snore.” Kylie laughed at her own joke and watched the zombie expression leave Dunne’s face it transforms into more of a scowl.
“Kylie, I don’t snore.”
“Everybody snores, Dunne, its impossible to not snore!” Kylie grabbed the front door hand and jerked it open. It took her a moment to pull down on the door and then to swing it open, to only miss Dunne’s face. Kylie apologized, and Dunne, once again, became sullen.
“Do you always have to be so-?”
“Deep?” Dunne suggested, hoping her gloomy personality, wouldn’t damped the conversation.
“I was looking for more like, odd. You are an odd ball.” Kylie stated as if it was a fact that Dunne was 100% odd. Even that didn’t make sense, if she was so odd, why was she one hundred percent. Dunne felt like speaking up, but bit back her snarls.
“Just get me outta here. I’m tired of this sun, it hurts my eyes.”
“That’s because you’re a vampire!” Kylie had shoved in some cheap fake white vampire teeth, hissing loudly as she neared her car.
“I am a vampire, the one that bites your mind when you sleep. So when you wake up, you have a migraine for the lack age of a brain. Thank god, I don’t smoke dope.” Dunne eyeballed Kylie, despite her appearance, Kylie was a heavy drug user.
Dunne dropped her purse and books in the back seat of Kylies blue convertible. Then swung herself over the door, Kylie looked at Dunne with disgust. Kylie then busted out in laughter, after climbing in the car like a civilized person.
“I truthfully can’t stay mad at you.” Kylie put her car keys in the ignition and began to back out of the school parking lot.
“Well why were you mad at me in the first place? I was only being brutally honest, dope.” Dunne smiled. Her sullenness vanished.
“That’s the thing with you, you can always be brutally honest, but never honest about the brutal shit you’ve been through. Hypocrites walk, Dunne. Do you have good shoes?”
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Ambrose felt the pressure of his blade as it entered the Dragon; it felt the spitting of its blood and tissue watching it fell onto mortals face. Ambrose cursed and felt the blow of its long leathery tale whip the air out of his battle worn body. The force that the dragon had was diminishing. Ambrose hit his head onto the wall inside the cave. It was the middle earth he grew up in, now he battled the demonic dragon for his life and his child’s. The Dragon also called Gerzson; it meant stranger or the banished one. Gerzson was cursed when he fell into the hands of Satan, telling him of the way the middle earth people survived, and how vulnerable. A siege was sent to the small city, and nearly everyone was consumed, including Ambrose’s pregnant wife, and daughter. His only remaining heir was his son was Magus. Magus hid in a small crack for his only protection. Ambrose ducked diligently from the next tale swing from Gerzson. Ambrose swung his sword a few more times, each of those times, a new flesh wound appeared. The dragons snarled, and tried its hardest to not fall down.
The lack of energy and blood slowly made Gerzson fall finally. He laid there awake and growling in pain, as Ambrose sliced along the dragon’s belly. Its bulky insides sludge outwards through the long slice that Ambrose made. The dragons’ intestines and stomach convulsed, its sticky blood trickled outwards, oozing from the many nicks and cuts. The dragon was just breaths away from its death when it lifted its heavy trunk of a neck and growled.
The roar made Ambrose take a few steps backwards. Gerzson was trying to get back up. Its head nodded upwards and back to the ground several times, though every moment he tried to get back up, it became even more anemic.
Ambrose shook his body of the dirty, licking his gnawed lips for minor comfort before doing the unthinkable. He made a running start up on the dragon’s scaly skin, then raising his sword up in the air. Shouting mighty words before he plumaged his blade several times in the neck of the dragon. More blood passed out of its fat neck, the grand green dragon was of a bloody pulp. Its one arm was almost severed off, and several large sliced etched his back. His thigh was swollen and his face a sweaty mess. Gerzson, the mighty, was now praying to die soon. It hardly moved after that. Its breathing was shallow, and its time closer now. Ambrose called out his son, and the child ran to his father. Sweat dripped from Ambrose’s face, he had several scars and gnarly wounds himself, they could make any man look away. Ambrose was still alive, and planned on staying alive for his son.
Before both of Ambrose’s and Magus’s eyes, the dragon began to shrink into a human form. The beaten pulp of a body, laid there hardly breathing, only shaking in agony. Ambrose gave his son his sword, and told Magus to end his suffering. Magus stiffens and backed away, his father’s demands altered Magus’s frightened thinking into the thought of revenge. He grabbed the hefty Celtic blade, raising it and gave the creature a clean cut on the neck. Its head began to roll downwards, trickling blood as it went.
Its soul wasn’t enough for the entire town Gerzson had slaughtered. One body after another, Magus and his father buried each man, woman, and child. He remembers looking at each body in its tormented state, even crying as he put his sister in her grave. Only four, with wild red hair. Ambrose made a warning to all those who may find the colony of middle earth and of battle that went on. They left to find a new purpose after the last body had its prayer. Magus was never the same, and in later times he devoted his life to religion. Hoping his faith would cleanse his sin that he committed at the age of eight.
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“What do you mean, you can’t work anymore! Dunne, what the hell is happening to you! You aren’t the same, I know Terry dumped you even after all you’ve been through, but I mean come on! You loved working at the pre-school, think of the all those disappointed children. Do you really want to do this?”
Dunne’s mother looked Dunne straight in the eye; she was upset at her daughter’s sudden decision not to work at the Day View Preschool.
“What now, I can’t even quit without you having this fuss; I’m tired of dealing with that igno-”
“Watch it, Dunne, some of those ignorant bastards you were about to call, are my friends, my dear friends. I haven’t liked the fact how much you’ve changed, don’t tell me you want to become one of those weird kids, with weird ideas, or even worse like Kylie.”
“Hey now you watch it, I want a different job, I didn’t say I was going to leech onto you till I’m 35.” Dunne snarled, she glanced around in her small kitchen with annoyance. There was a small tawny brown haired woman named Desiree, looking, more of persisting, a stupid I’m sorry I screwed up reply back. Dunne loved her mother sometimes, but other times she wished to be gone from her grip. Desiree couldn’t wait herself.
Dunne whirled around and ran upstairs. She heard her mothers’ shouts, but the slam of the door stopped them all suddenly. Inside her refuge, her eyes wandered once again. They were introduced to dark blue walls, with a light blue trim, and grey tile floor. Everything was a mixture of dark and lights, including the odd posters that hung from her walls. She took a sigh of relief, and fell onto her bed. It smelled fresh and clean, even though she hasn’t washed it in over a year. Stands of her dark hair fell down in front of her eyes, her eyelids were so heavy, so sickly heavy. Like someone wanted her to sleep, like someone wanted her to fade out of this teenage nightmare, someone like herself.
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I'll have to thank Clive Barker for his writing style, i like his tiny sections, of one whole part of a story. expect alot more over the weekend.
