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Post by Ezekiel Kripke on Jul 13, 2009 22:04:43 GMT -5
the shorter story
NO LOVE, NO GLORY, NO HERO IN HER SKY [/b][/center][/font] Let me paint a picture for you:
The full moon was bulbous and yellow like the blind and rotted eye of a witch that peered down from the murky sky with bad intentions, and a million little stars shone down on the large empty field. The breeze was gentle and cool, carrying on it the scent of flowers and wet earth from the recent rain spell. The only thing missing was the children singing hymns, and I'm sure it would have been enough to make someone happy to by alive.
Unfortunatly, it just wasn't enough for one man. He sat in the driver's seat of a gleaming black 67' Chevy Impala, his foot pressing the gas pedal down to the floor. He hadn't even noticed either. His eyes were on the road, yet they were seeing other things -- pictures, memories. All of a girl. Her skin pale and smooth, a white dress covering her body. She seemed to dance her way through Ezekiel's mind as he drove. He didn't even care for the road. One, it was late at nght, or technically it was early -- around three a.m. Two, he really didn't give a damn. His mind was off in a different world, a much better world, and he didn't want to be stuck here, thinking about all the stuff that surrounded him daily. It just seemed to be to much most of the time.
He didn't notice that the car was slowly beginning to pull left, and that he was driving half way in the opposite direction's lane. The girl in the white dressed still stole, his eyes away as she danced. Head lights shown bright a good distance away. The sound of a horn came moments later. It wasn't until the cars almost hit head to head that Ezekiel snapped back in reality. He blinked, cursed, and pulled the steering wheel sharply to the right. There was a screech in the tires as the other car hit the breaks, and Ezekiel's own car flew off to the right, loosing control. The other driver just honked again before driving safely on done the road, while the Impala swerved, the tired going off the road and onto the dirt. By the time Ezekiel had pushed down th break pedal the front of the car had slamed into the white fence.
A hiss came from the engine as the car completely stopped and Ezekiel came out. He looked back on the road, seeing the skid marks, perfactly shaped and squiggling all over the place until the hit the fence. He groans and walked around to the front of the car. Sonofabitch. [/color] He his flew out of his motuh as if it was just on beautiful word. He leaned down to see the dent and scartches on his car, his baby. He picked off the pieces of fence that seemed to hang onto the hood, then opened it. You wouldn't think that a fence would do that much damage, but smoke rose from the beneth the hood. Ezekiel cursed again, and just turned, taking a few steps from his car. This just sucked. ----------- STATUS- COMPLETE! TAGGED- Gabe - open. Doesn't matter who all joins in. WORD COUNT- 519 LYRICS- The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice STICKY NOTE- Can't think! >.< . . W [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by gabe.» on Jul 17, 2009 20:44:46 GMT -5
He ran with a swiftness of a predator. Everything about him was lethal. He could draw you in with looks alone and kill you withing a second. All you could see weaving around trees was a grey blur. It seemed to pounce and crotched on a the branch of a oak tree. The moonlight lit his perfect features. His silver hair and grey eyes seemed so natural and unnatural at the same time on the man who didn't look any older than a twenty-three year old. Despite what he looked,he was a far older creature.
He pounced again and picked up speed in no time across the county field. There was a herd of deer grazing and he slowed down. He liked to have alittle fun. He sneaked closer until he made his appearance. He ran close to the herd and went for a a strong buck that seemed to lead the herd. He grabbed the antlers and wrestled the bulky animal to the ground. He bared his fangs and bit down into the muscular tissue of the neck. The buck struggled for some time before submission came. Gabriel licked the blood off of his lips. "Lovely midnight snack." he thought and turned to see a car swerve off the road. He took a seat and watched the scene play out. |
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Post by Ezekiel Kripke on Aug 6, 2009 15:54:03 GMT -5
the shorter story
NO LOVE, NO GLORY, NO HERO IN HER SKY [/b][/center][/font] An extremely loud sigh came from Ezekiel as he looked at the smoke rise from his car. He walked towards it, tilting his head back, trying not to get the smoke in his eyes as he attempted to fan it away from the car so he could see what was wrong with it. As the smoke cleared, he sighed again, looking at the car. Well shit... [/color] He slammed his hand against the car before turning around, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. It was times like this were he wished he had a cell phone. Well he had one, but it was a piece of shit that never worked. His hand reached down into his left pocket as he pulled out a black box. He flipped it open and sighed when it said no signal. Of course. He slammed it shut before shoving it back into his jeans pocket. He turned, going to the back door. He opened it with a creak and leaned in, his hands grabbing onto something. He pulled it out, and shut the door. He placed a carton of six glass bottles of beer on the roof of his car. His right hand slipped on the them out, then used his left hand to pop the top off of it. He took a long swig from it before walking back to the hood of his car. He froze as the wind changed though, and brought the scent of blood. Sure it wasn't human, but blood was blood. His eyes turned into the diection from which it came, a sort of glow to them as the moonlight hit them. They peered through the darkness, seeing a figure sitting out there. His eyes narrowed. Not really caring anymore, not seeing it as a threat. He took another long drink from the brown glass bottle. He had the feeling like he was being watched. Slowly he turned and glared back towards the figure that was sitting in the grass. A large breeze blew by, carrying the scent of blood again, but with something else as well. The scent of the figure. The glass bottle slipped from Ezekiel's hand as the familiar scent filled his nose, the glass shattering as it his the rocky dirt. The were wolf sayed perfectly still as he looked at the vampire. A sudden rage coming over him as he glared out. His fingers balled up into a fist, and his muscles seemed to twich, but he didn't move. No. He would just stand and stare, wondering why the hell Gabe was out there waching him. ----------- STATUS- COMPLETE! TAGGED- Gabe - open. Doesn't matter who all joins in. WORD COUNT- 436 LYRICS- The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice STICKY NOTE- [/blockquote][/size] |
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