|
Fear
May 2, 2007 11:05:32 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on May 2, 2007 11:05:32 GMT -8
reminder: reply to THIS thread for any stories concerning challenge#4
Fear *~*~*~* What is your character's worst fear? Why? Write a short story from your character's point of view. Can be flashbacks, reflection, etc. Must include how the character began thinking about fear/why the fear arose/and the challenge it poses in his/her life.
|
|
|
Fear
Jul 8, 2007 23:09:42 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jul 8, 2007 23:09:42 GMT -8
Ah, the beach. Sea, sand, sun, wind, water, salt, and air. Add a dark haired, pale skinned teenager in swimming trunks and Sienna would be quite content. …right?
“Aw, come on Sienna, the water feels good…” the dark haired boy coaxed, waist-deep in crashing waves, a curious and undeniably alluring smirk upon his lips as he gestured towards the slim figure that sat in the wet sand, just in range of the incoming waves. Sienna shifted her gaze from the design she had been inscribing in the wet sand to watch him splash around like a small child. She frowned and shook her head, barely registering the fact that a crystal clear wave has just washed over her feet, effectively demolishing the heart she had been designing and once again soaking the sand beneath her. “I know…I can feel it from here,” she quipped as the water splashed against her bare thighs, grazing over her feet and fully submerging them in cool, clear water. And as quickly as it came in, the water returned to the depths of the sea and left nothing in its’ path but a trail of wet sand and a few water droplets clinging to Sienna’s smooth skin. “So you won’t come in with me?” he asked, feigning disappointment and pouting childishly at her. “You’re not that much further in than I am,” Sienna pointed out rationally. Adrien’s reply involved turning his back and wandering further into the increasingly rough waves. “Well, now I am,” he said, gazing at her once again with a mischievous glint in his eye. He was waiting for Sienna to ask him why he was so intent on her joining him. Or to comment on how his trunks were low enough so that his pale stomach merged with the sand stirring water and gave him the appearance of wearing no trunks at all. Yet Sienna’s features were etched with stiff terror, and her relaxed position from just a few seconds ago had become a distant memory. “Adrien stop! The waves are too rough!” And he pretended not to hear her correctly, laughing as he turned to gaze upon her lovely curves and the water clinging to her perfectly smooth skin. Instead he was focused on her exposed thighs and smooth stomach, for a moment praising whoever created the bikini and deemed its’ skimpy coverings worthy of girls. And Sienna’s certainly was rather skimpy--in fact, the boy supposed she had worn it just to tempt him, just to tease him. The two white triangles covered her chest, held in place only by strings that wrapped about her neck and back, and oh how he wished she would step into the waves and maybe, just maybe, the waves would unsettle the pieces and allow Adrien to…well. To do several things. “Don’t worry Sienna, my dear,” he called to her. “I’ll let you be as rough as you’d like with me!” he promised, thoughts still revolving about his girlfriend’s barely there attire and the very clearly there dark skin that faced him. A tint crept across her cheeks as an older woman studied her patronizingly before throwing a rather dirty scowl in Adrien’s direction. Had Adrien been out of the water the possibility of a little chat about propriety and things said with small children--and anyone for that matter- in the vicinity would have been far greater. Instead the girl swept a fly-away strand of hair behind her ear and frowned at Adrien. A large tortoise-shell clip had been given the ‘honor’ of securing Sienna’s hair from her eyes, and it now struggled vainly to keep the wild strands of red curls from tumbling down her bare, tanned shoulders, from brushing against her wind-whipped skin, from sticking to her salt cleansed face and neck. Still several strands hung down, tucked neatly behind her ear and matted against the tender flesh of her neck. The beautiful and untamable curls themselves bore hints of salt and sand, the pure red now sparked with pale flecks of hideaway sand and barely visible grains and undissolved salt. Yet Adrien’s words did not lure her into the water, nor did they rouse her quite the way he had hoped. Instead her features softened and she gazed out at the boy. “Please, Adrien. Come back. I don’t want something bad to happen.” And suddenly Adrien had a slight hunch as to why Sienna had tensed up, as to why she hadn’t laughed at his proposition and then quickly gone to obey it. He opened his mouth to speak just as a large wave came tumbling over his head.
“Adrien?” Sienna’s voice rang out across the slowly emptying beach, and her eyes scanned the sparkling water for any sign of the boy. He hadn’t resurfaced and the wave had long since hit the shore and receded into the vast ocean. The waves pounded more furiously now, sparkling and laughing in the setting sun, and Sienna stepped forward, heart pounding in terror. “ADRIEN!” Why hadn’t he come up? Sienna’s head spun; the waves came further and further up until she was waist deep and the waves pounded furiously against her body. The water was icy and no longer welcoming, and she was alone. And again she was five and the water was cold and the beach was cloudy and dark, and the salt of her tears meant nothing against the unforgiving sea that harbored plenty of salt already. The waves rose above her head and she cried for help, a cry that went unanswered, unheard by the world. No one was in sight, no one was anywhere for miles. Or so it seemed. Where had her mother gone? hadn’t she just been there, holding the little girl’s hand? Hadn’t she just been splashing around happily? One final wave crashed down over her and her head began to spin. Darkness consumed her and the oxygen she needed so desperately to breathe vanished in the watery mass that had swept her under. The water dragged violently towards the shore, and sand scraped unforgivingly against her tender skin. Of course the current would deposit her onshore, right? But it swept under and she grazed the surface for barely a second, her lungs gasping for air before she was pulled under again, her screams cut off by the sea. Now she was sure it had become her watery grave.
The crashing waves softened into a pair of bare arms cradling her head, and Sienna found herself collapsed on the beach, inches from the water, curled up in Adrien’s arms. “Sienna, I was kidding about the being rough…is that what upset you?” he asked, genuinely confused, and she rose her head to meet his gaze. No reply as he ran his fingers through her hair, clearly alive and clearly there. ‘I’m sorry,” he continued, looking nearly as upset as she, pulling her closer to him. Sienna shook her head and pressed herself against him.
Silly childhood memories. That was in the past. Right? She’d tell Adrien. Someday.
|
|
|
Fear
Jul 8, 2007 23:26:04 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Jul 8, 2007 23:26:04 GMT -8
wow. that was intense
|
|
|
Fear
Jul 8, 2007 23:28:41 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jul 8, 2007 23:28:41 GMT -8
OMG....that was ADORABLE!!!!!!! (that showed adrien. stupid boy and his average boy thoughts.) i loved the way you wrote it though!!! very well written- i could smell the sea salt like i was there. glad i wasn' tthough because adrien naked (or almost naked) sounds eck. do you find adrien attractive? i know he's my character but i don't find him as attractive as andrew. i don't know why that is... anyway. fantastically cute, and a very good birthday present
|
|
|
Fear
Jul 8, 2007 23:33:46 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jul 8, 2007 23:33:46 GMT -8
i'm still going off of this....
Adrien wore little upon coming out of the shower, which was where he had been before he had gone for his breakfast of B Positive. As of now, he was wearing nothing but a pair of rather low cut, faded blue jeans, with fray, snags, rips and tears enough for one to never guess they were designer as opposed to being from a bag of rags a salesman might use to wipe off the windows of his undesirable cars. His rather muscular, darker complexion glistened with several drops of sweat from the warmth provided by the steam of the shower only ten minutes before.
|
|
|
Fear
Jul 8, 2007 23:35:50 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jul 8, 2007 23:35:50 GMT -8
omg. im glad you enjoyed that. lol. ok. i guess i forgot that post. that is hot.
|
|
|
Fear
Jul 9, 2007 15:08:53 GMT -8
Post by Sera on Jul 9, 2007 15:08:53 GMT -8
mine comming soon
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 14, 2007 18:44:56 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Aug 14, 2007 18:44:56 GMT -8
i have one coming soon.
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 21, 2007 8:31:05 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Aug 21, 2007 8:31:05 GMT -8
Childhood is the happiest moments in ones life. There is no other time when you can be so innocent and pure. Childhood is the time when one starts to live and when it is done that is when it ends that is when one starts to die.
It was a cool summer night; the British countryside was at its best. The leaves where beginning to turn their summer hew. It is in this seen that a small village is seen. In the small village not to far from the outskirts of London a child was being tucked into bed by his mother…
The kid had beautiful purple eyes; an extremely rare disease made them that way. The mother finished his bedtime story and begun to get up off the bed. She turned around and kissed her precious gem on the cheek “Mother?” “Yes?” the mother retorted “Can you finish your story?” the mother got up and walked to his bedroom door “I’m sorry the end to the story, will have to wait.” The story she was telling him was about a prince in a far off winter wonderland. The boy gave a cheeky smile “I guess my winter wonderland will have to wait.” The mother left the room and he was left to be confined in his dark room.
Twilight fell upon the world, and a noise woke up the boy. Silent but audible foot step rang through the house, so silent that no one could here them. That is all but the boy clenched his blanket harder and beads of sweat ran down his face. He got out of bed and ran down the hall to his mother and father’s room. The door swung wildly open and pounded the wall. The two in bed rose immediately at the thud of the door. The boy looked panicked and the mother could tell, she quickly reached him and embraced him. Tears came down the young boy’s face.
He was sent back to his room…
In his room he continued to hear noises, but told himself that was all in his head. That when a sound so terrible that it raddled the entire house arose. The Boy tightly held his blanket and pulled it over his head, the sound continued it was almost inaudible but he just make out the words “please NO!!!!” What the boy was hearing was a vampire tearing his mother and father to pieces in brutal cold blood.
At the last an ominous silence took hold, and the footstep continued. Sweat become to come out of every pore of the boy and then his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Black Darkness
Then winter’s eyes went open he was sitting against the wall adjacent to the door in a room with a small vent window that let very little light in. The light that did fell upon the face of winter, the fear in his eyes was second only to the little boy. The little boy he uses to be.
He could never figure out if he was a vampire or not he never knew what the Vampire did and why he lived while his family died. All he could do was speculate something he would do every time after waking up from his worst reality…
|
|
Andrew Baron
In Character
Professional Manwhore
69%
The Hat is On...But That's About It...
Posts: 104
|
Fear
Aug 21, 2007 15:53:31 GMT -8
Post by Andrew Baron on Aug 21, 2007 15:53:31 GMT -8
It wasn't meee.... *whistles*
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 21, 2007 16:16:53 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Aug 21, 2007 16:16:53 GMT -8
Winter :how can i trust you!!! your one of them!!! oh and you tried to kill me!
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 21, 2007 16:19:03 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Aug 21, 2007 16:19:03 GMT -8
Andrew: You tried to kill ME! (and jen apologizes because she cant use the little chat box below for whatever reason)
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 22, 2007 7:45:29 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Aug 22, 2007 7:45:29 GMT -8
Winter "the feeling in mutual... you ruin my childhood i ruin your vampirehood..."
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 22, 2007 17:31:39 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Aug 22, 2007 17:31:39 GMT -8
Andrew: wait...what? how is that fair?
|
|
|
Fear
Aug 23, 2007 14:26:10 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Aug 23, 2007 14:26:10 GMT -8
"Blood for Blood!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!" runs out into battle. ((((occ:getting a little carried away!!!))))
|
|
|
Fear
Jan 5, 2008 20:49:54 GMT -8
Post by Tobias on Jan 5, 2008 20:49:54 GMT -8
ooc: Takes place while they are still in the London coven house. I need to have a setting where I am still familiar, and that house is the best I can do.
bic:
The rain outside battered the windows, yet the immortal souls that resided within the residence were taking no notice to the crashing drops of water. The soft light of flickering candles filled the room placed on the second floor of the old mansion, and while old, the inhabitants were full of life. Well, if one can compare life to immortality. A discussion was underway, one that had no been brought up before in the relationship of Tobias and Anabelle Darko.
"What is your worst fear?" Tobias asked, the flickering candlelight drawing shadows across his face. "I do not know Tobias, that is a silly question." Anabelle replied. "No it is not, plenty of people have their own set of fears." "Even you?" The brunette inquired. He stopped himself before he opened his mouth. The answer was absurd, being what he was. But he could not bring himself to tell his own dark fear. A memory, held deep within his mind came surging back in an instant of his wanting to speak, and he dove into the thought, the time in the present seeming to stop on a dime.
"Gross, get it away from me!" A young boy yelled as his older brother chased him, one finger extended in the youths' direction. "What little brother, you afraid of a little cut?" It was not the cut he was afraid of, it was what came from the cut. The crimson that dripped from the wound gave him the chills. He saw that life was so frail, and that anything could happen.
"Tobias?" His wife asked, seeing his face blank and his eyes gone into a state of fear.
He had grown taller, his youth leaving him behind, his adolescence in full bloom and that spark of curiosity that the teen years involved was fully enflamed. "Come on Tobias, we're going hunting!" His friends always seemed to drag him along, even when they knew he was not the best choice in any event that involved some chance of bloodshed. He went along, knowing that they would hound on him if he did not come along. Each shot fired with their weapons at whatever animal they were hunting made Tobias cringe and made him jam his eyes closed, not wanting to see the blood leaking from the wound like water runs in the river.Yet this time it was different. Instead of the screams of triumph from his friends, he heard different screams. Ones of terror, of pain. He opened his eyes. Had it gotten dark that quickly? The night seemed pitch black. He heard another scream. And he took off running in the direction he thought was home. But he was stopped, for the moon shone in through the trees on a figure, laying motionless upon the floor. He saw the red upon the body, the body of one of his friends. They had been attacked, and now his friend was dead. Maybe even all of his friends had fallen to the same fate.
His urge to run was gone, replaced by that of fear. Again, his thought of life, of humanity so frail and weak. But another fear overcame that one. He was still cursed by his fear of the crimson liquid draining from the body of his friend that lay still before him. He did not hear the being behind him, but only heard himself when he screamed in pain as he felt something pierce his frail human skin.
He would need to learn to fear no more...
"Tobias, are you going to say anything at all?" Anabelle asked, getting concerned.
"Blood. Ironic eh? The one thing that keeps us alive is what I fear the most. I fear loss, but only to a degree. I fear pain because it draws from bloodshed. I fear not death, but do not wish it to come. So I push my fears into some dark corner of whatever soul we might have.
I use my fear to live."
Silence hung in the air until it was broken. An embrace between the lovers.
The rain still battered the windows, and the light from the candle soon disappeared into darkness.
|
|
|
Fear
Jan 7, 2008 12:44:04 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jan 7, 2008 12:44:04 GMT -8
I'm speechless
that was incredible
|
|