NaNoWriMo

Yep, I signed up for the first time.

I sincerely hope I can get through 50,000 words in 30 days. I’ll be doing Tales of the Damned for this.

Yosh! Ganbarimasu, Steph-chan. 

EDIT: I just realized that one of the rules is to start from scratch, i.e. cannot use previously written prose. So I won’t be doing Tales of the Damned, after all.

Two Hearts

the sky darkens as clouds obscure the bright afternoon sunlight. somewhere in the distance, a tear falls, and a girl cradles her heart in her trembling hands. she had  vowed, in what seemed to be another lifetime, never to let it break again.

humanity walks by without notice.
elsewhere, not too far away, where rain has already poured and is preparing to saunter steadily towards its next destination, a boy faithfully mends his own broken heart. soon he will be ready to brave the possibilities again. at least he thinks so.

fate remains indifferent.

outside, a bird attempts to sing. a cat ponders the consequences of having nine lives, and a dog wonders if it is indeed man’s best friend. a best friend finds herself alone, and a writer weeps.

elsewhere, not too far away, where the clouds had parted and the bright afternoon sunlight shone with mercy, he asks himself: will i ever find her?

somewhere in the distance, where the rain poured mercilessly and gloom covered the city, she wonders sadly: will he ever see me?

apart, two hearts bleed. one broken by a love that found another. the other wishing to be found by the one that was broken.

but society is oblivious, so the world went on its way.

Snippet: Dark Forces

This is another story-in-the-making. I started this some 2 years ago, and as usual, didn’t get to finish it. Anyway, just posting it here. I’m still concentrating on Tales of the Damned right now. Ü

♥ ————– ♥

 He was getting ready for bed.
A quick, approving smile lifted up the corners of Zhia’s lips as she watched him slowly undress, revealing sturdy shoulders, a bare chest, and just a faint hint of muscle. He looked tall and strong for his age, not exactly big-boned, but just enough for girls to fawn over. He wasn’t quite eighteen, she knew. Hadn’t she been counting the years herself? After all, she had to. It was part of a great task she must perform, a task which had not been wholly explained to her, making her just slightly sullen.

But only slightly. She knew the details would be revealed in time; surely the Elders will not let her do something she did not understand, particulary something that was obviously of great importance.

Zhia’s smile widened. Vampires so loved drama. Even though the Guardian Clans to which she belonged had long discarded the elaborate wardrobes of the old days and now dressed in simple - though still elegant - outfits, they still injected quite a good measure of theatrics in their daily tasks. It was like part of their very being. She suspected that when she would finally be summoned to the Council to hear the true nature of her task, it would be like watching a play at the Paris Opera House.

Quite suddenly she stiffened, sensing that she was no longer alone. After a split-second, she relaxed. Nicholas. There was no mistaking that familiar powerful presence.

“You watch him too much, little sister,” a rather disembodied voice spoke from somewhere above her.

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Pain, A Short Short Story

Pain. It came at her so suddenly that she didn't have time to brace herself for it. She frowned and clenched her fists at her sides. She wasn't supposed to feel this…this hurt.

She felt suddenly helpless. This couldn't happen, this just couldn't! She thought she'd handled herself pretty well. She'd kept her distance and hadn't committed her heart. She had actually prided herself at being so mature about it. But this, this pain…

It contradicted everything.

Unconsciously, she raised her eyes up once more. They were still there, standing together across the street. Smiling into each other's eyes. Holding each other's hands.

Everything else seemed to blur, or move in slow motion. The street, the cars, the other people. All she could see was the stark reality of them.

Fool, she thought numbly. Stupid idiot.

She wanted to run away, to escape the truth she'd been hiding from for weeks. But her body wouldn't respond and she simply stood there. Frozen. Aching.

How could she have let this happen?

If only she could cry. But it seemed her tears had dried up as well.

A lone thunderclap pierced the evening air. She jumped, and for a moment her eyes left the lovestruck pair across the street to look up at the sky.

A giant raindrop hit her right on the nose.

She gasped in surprise as the rain suddenly poured down in full force. Everyone around her dashed madly about, looking for shelter. She stood stunned, then slowly lifted her hands up, palms cupped, catching the raindrops.

She stared in wonder at the little pool of water in her hands.

Her gaze wandered back to them. They were drenched, and struggling with an umbrella, looking rather… comical.

She began to laugh. She shook the water from her fingers, pushed her hands into her pockets, and smiled gratefully up at the sky.

The pain would go away. She would forget, somehow, and move on. She would not lose herself.

After all, it wasn't often that the heavens cried for her.

her

I hate her.
I hate everything about her.

The way she struts down the hallway, all too consciously arranging her gait to showcase her unexciting derriere, unaware of the fact that she looks like a duck waddling around in the grass.

The way she primps her hair as she sashays out the door with conspicuously absent grace, and looks at me like she was the most beautiful girl alive and I was an alien from outer space.

Dear God, I hate her.

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