C.Waveman
March 30th, 2015, 12:00 PM
Ayyy, finally I can post stuff. Here's a portion of something I wrote a month ago and I kinda want to make it a novel (Probably will name it "A Legend of Clouds and the Sky", I know it is a weird name). Hopefully you'll enjoy it and remember to provide feedbacks! Any critiques are welcomed! Also forgive my bad English lol.
(the story has a "steampunk" type setting)
("I" was on a airship)
Turbulence shook the cabinet, followed by sounds from the old wooden floor beneath me. I gained my conscious back. The glimmering light from a bulb above me kept shivering. Howling wind’s scratching the small window. Couldn’t see anything out there except darkness. It was probably midnight; Don’t remember; doesn't matter anyway. My mind was exhausted, yet can’t sleep.
“The night is too quiet.”
I braced myself and loaded two bullets in my shotgun—a piece of old metal from the first war, then grabbed my jacket and walked out. Cold and dark. I held the icy shotgun handle even tighter.
“Violin…”
I heard it as I moved closer to the stairs. As I got up the deck, Cap’ Vadden was sitting on a bench beside a candle lamp.His skinny, long, coal-stained fingers were plucking violin strings. His dry lips were murmuring a song. Like always, he doesn't play with a bow. He was old; long, dirty grey hair and beard waved in the air. But his not weak, nor sick. he didn't notice me until I walked up to him.
“Hold your fire right there! Young lad…What are you trying to do? Hijack my ship!?” his raucous, yet powerful voice stopped me.
“No sir, night’s too quiet. Made me nervous, especially in this wild sky,” I replied quietly.
“Good, good. Being skeptical is always good…Come and sit.”
Vadden was a veteran from the first war, a pilot. He survived his battleship’s explosion and lost his left-ear hearing. After the war, he continued being a pilot—for old transport airships instead.
“Hellfire alpha, famous during the war.” he said while looking away.
I realized he was talking about my gun.
“You never fired it, did you?” he was still looking away.
I didn't say a word.
Wind howled through us and the candle light quivered. Vadden was staring into the darkness like something was there.
“I remember the night skies were lightened, by burning ships in the horizon…like the sun. Beautiful.”
He turned his head, looked at me and then the ground. He stood up, and walked away.
“I’m going to sleep, tired.” Vadden said.
I sensed eternal sorrow from his voice.
“Me too.” I said.
We both left, left the violin in the wind.
(the story has a "steampunk" type setting)
("I" was on a airship)
Turbulence shook the cabinet, followed by sounds from the old wooden floor beneath me. I gained my conscious back. The glimmering light from a bulb above me kept shivering. Howling wind’s scratching the small window. Couldn’t see anything out there except darkness. It was probably midnight; Don’t remember; doesn't matter anyway. My mind was exhausted, yet can’t sleep.
“The night is too quiet.”
I braced myself and loaded two bullets in my shotgun—a piece of old metal from the first war, then grabbed my jacket and walked out. Cold and dark. I held the icy shotgun handle even tighter.
“Violin…”
I heard it as I moved closer to the stairs. As I got up the deck, Cap’ Vadden was sitting on a bench beside a candle lamp.His skinny, long, coal-stained fingers were plucking violin strings. His dry lips were murmuring a song. Like always, he doesn't play with a bow. He was old; long, dirty grey hair and beard waved in the air. But his not weak, nor sick. he didn't notice me until I walked up to him.
“Hold your fire right there! Young lad…What are you trying to do? Hijack my ship!?” his raucous, yet powerful voice stopped me.
“No sir, night’s too quiet. Made me nervous, especially in this wild sky,” I replied quietly.
“Good, good. Being skeptical is always good…Come and sit.”
Vadden was a veteran from the first war, a pilot. He survived his battleship’s explosion and lost his left-ear hearing. After the war, he continued being a pilot—for old transport airships instead.
“Hellfire alpha, famous during the war.” he said while looking away.
I realized he was talking about my gun.
“You never fired it, did you?” he was still looking away.
I didn't say a word.
Wind howled through us and the candle light quivered. Vadden was staring into the darkness like something was there.
“I remember the night skies were lightened, by burning ships in the horizon…like the sun. Beautiful.”
He turned his head, looked at me and then the ground. He stood up, and walked away.
“I’m going to sleep, tired.” Vadden said.
I sensed eternal sorrow from his voice.
“Me too.” I said.
We both left, left the violin in the wind.