Saturday, January 31, 2009
All Kinds Of Time
You know, i really think this song (All Kinds of Time by Fountains of Wayne) is probably really good. The only problem i have with it is that I ONLY HAVE 1:25 OF IT!!!! GRRrrrrrrRRRRRR. Stupid malfunctioning CDs.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Red Candles
They dripped from the ceiling and clung to every surface like unnatural red stalagmites, imperceptibly sinking instead of growing, and all within their eerie glow seemed unreal.
They had been there since ancient times, undisturbed as they traveled to their seemingly far-away deaths, but now the candles were nearing their end, their wicks almost burned out. The caves looked on as they began winking out, until, finally, the last one flickered to its death, and impenetrable darkness fell again.
The cave sighed and began to muster up an ambient glow. After all, the Heroes had to be able to see.
They had been there since ancient times, undisturbed as they traveled to their seemingly far-away deaths, but now the candles were nearing their end, their wicks almost burned out. The caves looked on as they began winking out, until, finally, the last one flickered to its death, and impenetrable darkness fell again.
The cave sighed and began to muster up an ambient glow. After all, the Heroes had to be able to see.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The Girl and The Vampire
The girl ambled down a street, her hands in her baggy sweatshirt’s pocket, glancing in shop windows but not really acting interested. Her dark hair was tied in a tight ponytail, and she would, from time to time, reach up and pull it tighter against her head. Her shoulders were slumped, her feet were shuffling-everything about her said unwilling Christmas shopper. Her parents were nowhere in sight, and every now and again she’d look around disinterestedly, as though she were looking for them, but didn’t really mind being lost for a little longer.
She was being followed.
A shortish man in a large, fluffy coat and a cheap camera had been watching her for quite some time now. He was peering in all the shops’ windows, but although he appeared to be quite enthusiastic about getting presents, he never went into one. If the girl turned a corner, he’d stop looking into windows and run around it to catch up. He was normally much more careful about stalking his victims, but this time he was impatient, and starved.
He wouldn’t be able to last much longer without feeding, and she was an obvious target. Her aurora was bright, to him, and he knew that the energy contained within her would sustain him for weeks. Given the way she had been acting, she probably didn’t even know what she had. But if she didn’t go somewhere quiet soon- an empty shop, a dark alley- she was going to force his hand, and he’d have to try to lure her somewhere. He couldn’t just strike her down here, in the open—although this human would be no match for him, the others that would hunt him down for exposing himself would be more than even his considerable strength could handle.
He was just about to give up and try to trick her when she turned into an alley. It was narrow, barely wide enough for one person, but that was all the better: less room for her to struggle in. The man started running, pushing aside people as though they weren’t there. Those who tried to stop him for being so rude found that he was gone before they could turn. He was riding on a sudden burst of power, and no human could touch him. His eyes grew bright with the bloodlust as the scent of blood filled the air, and he knew she must have fallen, or cut herself on something. His disguise—the short man with the camera—began fraying as he drew close to the alleyway, revealing something dark and inhuman beneath.
It took him a hundredth of a second to reach the alley—as fast as he could go, much faster than any human could react, or escape. She should have been just barely within the entrance, but she was almost all the way to the other end. He paused for a moment, taken aback, but then shook his head, deciding it must have been his hunger slowing him down. Since speed was failing him, he decided to switch tactics. “Wait!” he called, but it came out as more of a hiss. Hunger again, messing with his grasp of the language. “Wait, miss!” he repeated, this time calling in English.
The girl stopped.
“Did you drop your wallet?” he called, quickly gathering his disguise around him. “See, I found one…”
“Don’t waste your time, demon,” she hissed, in the same language he had used by accident. “You couldn’t have found my wallet. I don’t have one.”
The man stood there, a surprised look on his face, and reassessed the situation. If she knew his language, then she probably had at least rudimentary magical skills. There was also no point in maintaining his disguise. The short man’s face melted away, replaced with the demon underneath. His features were still basically human, but he was completely black. Only the whites of his eyes were excepted, and these were red. His body was emaciated, to the point where he looked more like a skeleton than a man, and from under each arm a thin black membrane stretched, making him look top-heavy when he spread his arms.
He did so now, and using his raspiest voice, he said, “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, child.”
“I beg to differ,” she replied, sounding affronted. “You’re a vampire, the weakest kind, too—Bloodven. You’ll favor surprise attacks, using your impressive speed and your poisoned nails as your weapons. And—”
The Bloodven leapt into the air, launching himself straight at her throat at a speed no human could match. But somehow she did, ducking neatly beneath his attack, kicking him in his chest and pivoting to face him as he rolled in midair and landed on all fours like a cat.
“And,” she repeated, “You’re the most cowardly type of vampire in the whole kingdom.”
He growled and ran at her, his arms outstretched. She waited until he was almost upon her and leapt into the air, drawing her feet well above his fingertips and bringing them down on his head as he passed by. She used the extra spring she got from that stunt to execute a perfect flip and landed on her feet in front of him, her back turned. As he stood, she continued her speech. “You’re predictable, too—not exactly the smartest or most creative demons. Really, I could defeat you with my eyes closed.”
He rushed at her again, feinting towards her feet but leaping into the air at the last minute to intercept her jump. She never moved a muscle, and yawned when he landed in front of her. “See what I mean?” He snarled, and she smiled at him, winking. “Don’t let your face freeze like that! What would your mother say? Oh, wait—you don’t have one!”
He ran towards her one last time, fully extending his claws for the first time. She didn’t even blink. Although the Bloodven had not been expecting her to stand still, he put it to luck, deciding that his speed had finally returned to him. He raised his arms for the first, and final, blow… and saw the dagger glimmer in her hand. He tried to dart off-course, but the alley’s wall was in the way, and he only succeeded in scraping his arm.
The dagger flashed, and it was all over. The vampire fell to the ground, his claws sliding slowly back in. Barely any blood dripped from the wound in his chest—he must have been starving. As the last of it splashed redly to the ground, his body exploded into dust and a few fragments of cloth, the fate of any vampire who starved to death.
The girl gave an odd half-smile and wiped the dagger on the dusty piece of cloth left in her hand.
She was being followed.
A shortish man in a large, fluffy coat and a cheap camera had been watching her for quite some time now. He was peering in all the shops’ windows, but although he appeared to be quite enthusiastic about getting presents, he never went into one. If the girl turned a corner, he’d stop looking into windows and run around it to catch up. He was normally much more careful about stalking his victims, but this time he was impatient, and starved.
He wouldn’t be able to last much longer without feeding, and she was an obvious target. Her aurora was bright, to him, and he knew that the energy contained within her would sustain him for weeks. Given the way she had been acting, she probably didn’t even know what she had. But if she didn’t go somewhere quiet soon- an empty shop, a dark alley- she was going to force his hand, and he’d have to try to lure her somewhere. He couldn’t just strike her down here, in the open—although this human would be no match for him, the others that would hunt him down for exposing himself would be more than even his considerable strength could handle.
He was just about to give up and try to trick her when she turned into an alley. It was narrow, barely wide enough for one person, but that was all the better: less room for her to struggle in. The man started running, pushing aside people as though they weren’t there. Those who tried to stop him for being so rude found that he was gone before they could turn. He was riding on a sudden burst of power, and no human could touch him. His eyes grew bright with the bloodlust as the scent of blood filled the air, and he knew she must have fallen, or cut herself on something. His disguise—the short man with the camera—began fraying as he drew close to the alleyway, revealing something dark and inhuman beneath.
It took him a hundredth of a second to reach the alley—as fast as he could go, much faster than any human could react, or escape. She should have been just barely within the entrance, but she was almost all the way to the other end. He paused for a moment, taken aback, but then shook his head, deciding it must have been his hunger slowing him down. Since speed was failing him, he decided to switch tactics. “Wait!” he called, but it came out as more of a hiss. Hunger again, messing with his grasp of the language. “Wait, miss!” he repeated, this time calling in English.
The girl stopped.
“Did you drop your wallet?” he called, quickly gathering his disguise around him. “See, I found one…”
“Don’t waste your time, demon,” she hissed, in the same language he had used by accident. “You couldn’t have found my wallet. I don’t have one.”
The man stood there, a surprised look on his face, and reassessed the situation. If she knew his language, then she probably had at least rudimentary magical skills. There was also no point in maintaining his disguise. The short man’s face melted away, replaced with the demon underneath. His features were still basically human, but he was completely black. Only the whites of his eyes were excepted, and these were red. His body was emaciated, to the point where he looked more like a skeleton than a man, and from under each arm a thin black membrane stretched, making him look top-heavy when he spread his arms.
He did so now, and using his raspiest voice, he said, “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, child.”
“I beg to differ,” she replied, sounding affronted. “You’re a vampire, the weakest kind, too—Bloodven. You’ll favor surprise attacks, using your impressive speed and your poisoned nails as your weapons. And—”
The Bloodven leapt into the air, launching himself straight at her throat at a speed no human could match. But somehow she did, ducking neatly beneath his attack, kicking him in his chest and pivoting to face him as he rolled in midair and landed on all fours like a cat.
“And,” she repeated, “You’re the most cowardly type of vampire in the whole kingdom.”
He growled and ran at her, his arms outstretched. She waited until he was almost upon her and leapt into the air, drawing her feet well above his fingertips and bringing them down on his head as he passed by. She used the extra spring she got from that stunt to execute a perfect flip and landed on her feet in front of him, her back turned. As he stood, she continued her speech. “You’re predictable, too—not exactly the smartest or most creative demons. Really, I could defeat you with my eyes closed.”
He rushed at her again, feinting towards her feet but leaping into the air at the last minute to intercept her jump. She never moved a muscle, and yawned when he landed in front of her. “See what I mean?” He snarled, and she smiled at him, winking. “Don’t let your face freeze like that! What would your mother say? Oh, wait—you don’t have one!”
He ran towards her one last time, fully extending his claws for the first time. She didn’t even blink. Although the Bloodven had not been expecting her to stand still, he put it to luck, deciding that his speed had finally returned to him. He raised his arms for the first, and final, blow… and saw the dagger glimmer in her hand. He tried to dart off-course, but the alley’s wall was in the way, and he only succeeded in scraping his arm.
The dagger flashed, and it was all over. The vampire fell to the ground, his claws sliding slowly back in. Barely any blood dripped from the wound in his chest—he must have been starving. As the last of it splashed redly to the ground, his body exploded into dust and a few fragments of cloth, the fate of any vampire who starved to death.
The girl gave an odd half-smile and wiped the dagger on the dusty piece of cloth left in her hand.
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