Post by oddball7 on Jan 9, 2005 21:00:02 GMT -5
Author: taintedshimmer
Authors Note: Knowing my habit of starting stories and losing interest, i decided not to start posting this till I had a few parts done and was still very interested in it.
Phoenix Rising
1693
Thumping.
It’s an odd sound, the sound of violence, a heart beat, a footfall. Something you don’t think you’d miss. Violence was never wanted, a heart beat gone and your dead and nothing much matters to you anyway then and some people walk silently.
Of course, you could be wrong.
Have you ever felt a heartbeat, restarted through silver tears? No, I don’t imagine you have. The feeling of suffocation in your own ashes is not one wished on people. But she was not suffocating and the burning was not the feeling of death happening again but of life rekindled by flame.
Formed again by ashes and tears, she walked off into the night, the word revenge tattooed on her mind.
Edited by: taintedshimmer at: 10/29/04 9:38 am
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good start! please post more..lol you kinda left me confused and hanging
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I promise the next one will explain all. This part just sets the scene for the cannon characters to come in.
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oh yes. This sounds like a story with drama . Please post soon
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Back to the Future
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2026
If Los Angeles is the city of angels, then New York must be the city of devils. Bright lights advertising minds and souls get lost in their bodily images with a few dark alleys where you can buy those bodies too. Welcome to the Big Apple.
'Looks more like the worm,' She thought, as overpriced Italian boots slugged through the slops another nameless backstreet on a late February night. Or morning, considering it was well past midnight. There was water splashing on her shins, irritating her and forcing her mind back to her warm, dry apartment in San Francisco, where she could be sitting with popcorn and watching a trashy slasher movie instead of
participating in one. But slacking off wasn't an option – never had been, probably never would be.
She straightened her jacket and walked on in the still spattering rain. She searched around with her eyes, looking for the club with the Aquarius symbol with a dot. It had no real name, in true NYC style. Just that squiggle and dot.
"Stuck in the '80's, much?"
The voice in her head was so clear the blonde was beside her. She could almost see white hair and posed stature in the corner of hereyes. But it couldn't be. She would be somewhere else, anywhere in the world or planes of existence. It just meant that she'd seen her too often lately. Wasn't her fault the idiot girl was failing. Why did she put up with her again?
Tonight was simple. She was on her own; she didn't need anyone else to be there. She would emerge the victor, no doubt about it. It was only a question of how far things would go. 'Not far, tonight,' she thought. It was cold and wet and she wanted to go home. This was the third tonight – she was spread too thin as it was. And it wasn't like they could hire more hands. Masking a yawn, she wondered how only four
years ago she could put in a full nights work, go to college and do homework. It was a sign she was getting older and while she liked the acceptance she couldn't achieve ten years ago, sometimes she would rather have a normal nine to five.
She made a final check of how she looked in the glass window, before confidently walking past the bouncer, cutting the line. You'd be surprised how often that will get you places – look in charge and like you're meant to be there. She'd always been told that. Stepping down
the stairs into the club, she scanned the room, the image of the target imprinted on her mind: Jackson, Dane. Occult shop owner. Should be easy, all he had was a freezing power. Not hard, when she was a witch herself. Odd though, that she could remember someone saying that the power to freeze would freeze a bad witch.
'Oh, listen to yourself,' The girl thought in disgust. 'A bad witch? What, is that one that doesn't eat all their greens and go to bed before nine?'
Shaking her head, she checked around at ground level.
Seeing no sign, she decided to go and order a drink. Nothing too stiff, as it would impair her abilities. Sometimes, she just wanted to scream. These words were not her own, but the ones drummed into her during her training.
Spotting him, which was sometimes difficult given the fact people rarely look like photographs or holographs of themselves. Too still and lifeless, while the person was a moving, talking...well, person.
Figuring to be quick, it's usually best to to get a little closer, so she decided to park herself a few stools over and order her drink, before flashing a smile that basically said she was easy. It's not like this job was dignified, although there was a certain art to it if done correctly.
He smiled. Bingo.
She smiled again, mouthing 'Hi' to him before sipping her drink. It didn't take long for him to get the message, Within moments, he was next to her, breathing on her neck in a way that irked her. It hardly mattered, in maybe an hour, she wouldn't have to worry about his alcohol filled breath and neither would anyone else.
"Dane." He said.
One word. How ego ridden. 'New Yorkers,' she thought with disgust on the inside at least. Outside, she just smiled and replied in a mockery he wouldn't catch.
"Bianca."
Authors Note: Knowing my habit of starting stories and losing interest, i decided not to start posting this till I had a few parts done and was still very interested in it.
Phoenix Rising
1693
Thumping.
It’s an odd sound, the sound of violence, a heart beat, a footfall. Something you don’t think you’d miss. Violence was never wanted, a heart beat gone and your dead and nothing much matters to you anyway then and some people walk silently.
Of course, you could be wrong.
Have you ever felt a heartbeat, restarted through silver tears? No, I don’t imagine you have. The feeling of suffocation in your own ashes is not one wished on people. But she was not suffocating and the burning was not the feeling of death happening again but of life rekindled by flame.
Formed again by ashes and tears, she walked off into the night, the word revenge tattooed on her mind.
Edited by: taintedshimmer at: 10/29/04 9:38 am
charmedgirl411
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good start! please post more..lol you kinda left me confused and hanging
taintedshimmer
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I promise the next one will explain all. This part just sets the scene for the cannon characters to come in.
WhitelighterK
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(10/10/04 4:32 pm)
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oh yes. This sounds like a story with drama . Please post soon
taintedshimmer
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Posts: 17
(10/14/04 4:14 pm)
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Back to the Future
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2026
If Los Angeles is the city of angels, then New York must be the city of devils. Bright lights advertising minds and souls get lost in their bodily images with a few dark alleys where you can buy those bodies too. Welcome to the Big Apple.
'Looks more like the worm,' She thought, as overpriced Italian boots slugged through the slops another nameless backstreet on a late February night. Or morning, considering it was well past midnight. There was water splashing on her shins, irritating her and forcing her mind back to her warm, dry apartment in San Francisco, where she could be sitting with popcorn and watching a trashy slasher movie instead of
participating in one. But slacking off wasn't an option – never had been, probably never would be.
She straightened her jacket and walked on in the still spattering rain. She searched around with her eyes, looking for the club with the Aquarius symbol with a dot. It had no real name, in true NYC style. Just that squiggle and dot.
"Stuck in the '80's, much?"
The voice in her head was so clear the blonde was beside her. She could almost see white hair and posed stature in the corner of hereyes. But it couldn't be. She would be somewhere else, anywhere in the world or planes of existence. It just meant that she'd seen her too often lately. Wasn't her fault the idiot girl was failing. Why did she put up with her again?
Tonight was simple. She was on her own; she didn't need anyone else to be there. She would emerge the victor, no doubt about it. It was only a question of how far things would go. 'Not far, tonight,' she thought. It was cold and wet and she wanted to go home. This was the third tonight – she was spread too thin as it was. And it wasn't like they could hire more hands. Masking a yawn, she wondered how only four
years ago she could put in a full nights work, go to college and do homework. It was a sign she was getting older and while she liked the acceptance she couldn't achieve ten years ago, sometimes she would rather have a normal nine to five.
She made a final check of how she looked in the glass window, before confidently walking past the bouncer, cutting the line. You'd be surprised how often that will get you places – look in charge and like you're meant to be there. She'd always been told that. Stepping down
the stairs into the club, she scanned the room, the image of the target imprinted on her mind: Jackson, Dane. Occult shop owner. Should be easy, all he had was a freezing power. Not hard, when she was a witch herself. Odd though, that she could remember someone saying that the power to freeze would freeze a bad witch.
'Oh, listen to yourself,' The girl thought in disgust. 'A bad witch? What, is that one that doesn't eat all their greens and go to bed before nine?'
Shaking her head, she checked around at ground level.
Seeing no sign, she decided to go and order a drink. Nothing too stiff, as it would impair her abilities. Sometimes, she just wanted to scream. These words were not her own, but the ones drummed into her during her training.
Spotting him, which was sometimes difficult given the fact people rarely look like photographs or holographs of themselves. Too still and lifeless, while the person was a moving, talking...well, person.
Figuring to be quick, it's usually best to to get a little closer, so she decided to park herself a few stools over and order her drink, before flashing a smile that basically said she was easy. It's not like this job was dignified, although there was a certain art to it if done correctly.
He smiled. Bingo.
She smiled again, mouthing 'Hi' to him before sipping her drink. It didn't take long for him to get the message, Within moments, he was next to her, breathing on her neck in a way that irked her. It hardly mattered, in maybe an hour, she wouldn't have to worry about his alcohol filled breath and neither would anyone else.
"Dane." He said.
One word. How ego ridden. 'New Yorkers,' she thought with disgust on the inside at least. Outside, she just smiled and replied in a mockery he wouldn't catch.
"Bianca."
