A coming of age fairy tell. Let me know what you think. All of chapter one and just the start of chapter two is posted.
Cape CrystalNoth
Chapter One : The Boardwalk
Quijian County contained a small
coastal town called Cape CrystalNoth.
The whole town was snugged in a cove that was
surrounded by the narrow, snow capped Saber
Mountains pillaring far into the clouds. At
both ends of town, steep cliffs dropped from
edges of the mountains and plunged into the
ocean. At the base of the cliffs a ring of
crystals arched out into the ocean, across
the seabed,
connecting both ends of town.
Out from the cliff bottoms, jagged jetties
extended into the ocean where the seahunting
boats docked. Tourists came from
all over to eat the exotic and magical
creatures found in these cool waters.
Although, it was not the luscious meat of
these creatures that was the main attraction
to the tourists; it was the Boardwalk.
The Boardwalk hugged the cove beach,
from end to end. It was the sole entrance
to the shops of CrystalNoth.
When the oceans swelled under the moon, the salty
waves splashed under its elevated planks.
When the moon wasn't present, the Great Sea
would pull back the waves, revealing a white
sandy beach, staggered with flotsam and
jetsam, shells, and strange oceanic plants
that drifted in from the murky depths. The
semicircular boardwalk was slew with shops
containing rare artifacts, antiques,
scientific and musical instruments, art
pieces, books, chemicals and curiosities
that could be found like no other place in
Scitropia. You never knew quite what would
be discovered in the mysterious shops along
the Boardwalk. One day the most fascinating
things would be there, and then the next day
they would be gone. Whenever someone
wanted something, they wouldn't think about
it too long. An uncontrollable force would
overtake them and they would buy it, beg for
it, or steal it right then and there.
Townsfolk only went to the Boardwalk when
necessary, less they be compelled to spend
their life's earnings with too many visits
or begin stealing and cause scandal in the
hall of justice.
Upon the Boardwalk, dreaming as she
went, was an eleven year old girl. Her name
was Shanti. She was the town loner. She
dressed like a Goth-Loli, always in black
and shades of pink. She often wore two pony
tales tied with lace, star earrings, black
tights with little crossbones, and a black
midi that came up just over her knees.
Shanti took the Boardwalk everyday on her
way home from school.
The whole day had been a dreary one
with clouds hanging low. Today they were
particularly low. They sat right down upon
the town neighborhoods behind the Boardwalk,
making it very difficult for the townspeople
to get about. People just stared through
the dim glass of their homes wondering how
they'd get things done. This was the kind
of day she liked. Nostalgic, it brought out
a somberish cheer of melancholy in her. It
was as if something was missing she loved,
but she couldn't quite identify it. It's
eerie longingness slowly fractured a crooked
smile upon her face.
Though the Boardwalk exerted a force
upon all who walked it, Shanti was able to
endure it for quite sometime without
unfortunate consequence. She was able to
because she wanted nothing more in this
world after school than a cinnamon gum ball
from the gumball machine in front of Captain
Confection's candy shop. They only cost one
silver piece and her allowance easily
covered that. But, sometimes she did have
to spend more than a silver to get a
cinnamon one.
The clouds drifted up the beach and
around the shops as her Doc Martin hightops
pressed upon squeaking wooden planks. The
Boardwalk had been summoned by Shanti's
footsteps. The crystals below the ocean
began to faintly glow and emanate electromagnetic
fluctuations on which the Boardwalk
fed. The Boardwalk pushed her into a quick
stride. She did not resist it, but rather
let herself go, and skipped along into it's
free fall. Shanti had gotten used to it.
It happened everyday after school. But,
today, things were about to change.
She was nearing the candy shop, in an
ever increasing sprint, when the Boardwalk
brought her little body to a stop with a
cushion of force. She felt a bit confused as
she stood and looked at the gumballs just
one shop down. She squinted her eyes in
consternation; they had lost all their
attractive force.
Then, like a marionette, the
Boardwalk's gravitational strings spun up
and around like several casted fishing lines
and began to hook into and pull upon her.
Her body had become a puppet and began to
turn at the pulling of strings till she
faced the shop in front of where she stood:
Greybeard's Books. It drew her eyes to the
table of books that sat outside.
Immediately, one stood out. It was a black
paperback sitting in the center of them all.
She reached for it, but her hand was only
half way when the book quickly accelerated
right into her fingers.
She read the hot pink letters of the
title:
Nymphomancy and Girly Sex Magic
How to Become An Aphroditian Witch in Three
Easy Rituals.
Then, there was the warning at the bottom:
Warning: Powerfull Love Spells and Forbidden
Secrets for Young Girls are Contained
Within. Not Responsible for Any Misuse.
She looked at the price. The book was
twenty platinum pieces. That was a half a
year of allowance. She quickly pulled the
book to herself, it smooshed against her
barely developing breasts. She looked
through the dingy windows, yellowing from
book dust. She saw the chubbyroundish,
bookseller, unaware of her, peering at a
large tome through the bottom of his bifocals.
She looked both ways on the cloud
wisped boardwalk, and then pulled the top of
her skirt outward from her body along with
her underwear and tights. Down inside, skin
so white and so German; she had just began
to get the smoothest long dark brown hairs
dithering down her monz. She dropped the
book in, and let the black midi slap the
book against her skin.
Once the book was where it belonged,
the crystals ceased their trance and glow
and the Boardwalk released itself from
Shanti. It's energy and strings sunk and
reeled back into the wood planks and steel
pins and slept awaiting another host. Shanti
ran home.
Chapter Two : The Incantation
A beige rug weaved with black ancient
Urukian mathematical symbols lay over a dark
teal finished hardwood floor. Her bedroom
walls curved up to form a domed ceiling.
Upon those walls spread a panoramic oil
painting of an sailboat in an ocean storm at
night. It was done at her request by her
father, an eclectic local artist. She had a
big circular window that looked out from the
third story of her house upon the dismal air
of the town and cape. It swung open to a
small patio whereupon slept stone gargoyles.
She always left the window slightly cracked,
even on the coldest of nights. In the
evening, the sound of the waves and the
ocean air was sure to bring on a peaceful narcolepsy.
Shanti slammed the arched wooden plank
door to her room, reading the book as she
did everything.
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