Post by spaniel on Jun 20, 2010 15:40:44 GMT -5
Story #1 (written for school)
Letter From A Whaling Ship
by ~Sugar-Bielbog
Dear Mary
I'm sure you remember me. I'm sure that the fateful day will forever linger in our minds, never to be vanquished. I'm sure that you see him as clearly as day, and I do too. However, this letter concerns entirely different matters. You may laugh at me for crawling back, or you may hate me for attempting to write again after we had clearly established ourselves to be estranged from then onwards, but I needed to contact someone, and I am a social outcast on this ship.
That's right, I have chosen to embark on a whaling voyage. Being ostracized from the town of Quiescent Hillock after the Brookhaven incident, as well as our own dreadful experience with Walter Sullivan, I felt it prudent to associate with foreign company and mingle with people who do not know of bad luck that follows me like a banshee and the demons within me. I never would have considered the thought of embarking upon a dangerous voyage, being elbow deep in cetacean blood and seed, and feeling the wind rush through my graying hairs whilst our very lives are placed at risk by the whale's frightened thrashing in the throes of its demise, Our avaricious captain has a sort of world-weary, yet professional attitude. Obtaining the inner cetacean sea is our only goal, according to Captain Nebavay. I am but a lowly sailor on the aboard the Frumious Bandersnatch. I don't care about the money. I don't care about the glory or the prestige, either. I have nothing much left to live for. After we parted ways at Toluca Lake, I felt as if this was my last chance, my last hope. If this voyage does not cure me of my loneliness, my guilt, and my anguish over the events, then you may rejoice, for I will finally be in Hell and you may laugh at me among the angels.
Your ever-loving villain,
James
Story #2 (written for fun)
Dark Dreaming Carries All
by ~Sugar-Bielbog
Dark Dreaming Carries All
Ah-whoom. A ceil globe levitates in the eyes of Agyra, the glittering iridescent hippocampus. All the sea was a bright cerulean. The cold stars cut through the midnight sky. The star-pieces bounced off of Agyra's scales, and she breached from the cold sea, a display of glorious equine ichthyoidal grace.
"Ma'am! You've been staring at the lobster tank for five minutes."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Ms. Connor. "I'll move along and stop blocking the way."
Ms. Connor was a woman of exceptional invisibility. She brought to mind a doll. She was beautiful, but she hardly had any weight in anything, and she eventually faded into the background. It was Saturday, the day when she usually accomplished her grocery shopping. The woman walked up to the butcher, who reeked of blood and meat.
Aima, one of the vicious Keres, prowled through the bloodshed on quiescent feet. A moment in time, the soldier was decimated. His shade shied from her fervent grasp, but she seized his soul. She delivered his shade to the ghostly ferryman, Charon, who left the penniless man to his haunts on the silent shores of the Styx. Aima soared back to the battlefield and bore her bloodstained teeth, serving as an ill omen to the soldiers below.
"Ma'am? Your order?" The butcher was slightly aggravated by the diminutive, delicate, daydreaming woman.
"Oh, sorry. I'd like a quarter pound of the beef, one pound of liver, a half pound of chicken, and some beef heart for the dog."
The butcher sullenly cut, weighed, and wrapped her order without a word. Several hours later, she noticed that he had given her turkey instead of chicken, but that didn't matter during the actual shopping trip. Ms. Connor walked over to an aisle that sold popcorn and other such things, and spotted a ferocious woman in a golden fur coat selecting a container of salted peanuts.
The gryphon, Megaleio, ruffled her primary feathers whilst perching on her golden nest. She was a truly majestic beast, a hybrid of tawny eagle and amber lion. She was a symbol of the power of divinity, of size immense. She was the most glorious of beasts to fly in the free element of sky. When she soared, the awed villagers mistook her for Helios's orb.
"Move out of the way, miss." It was the fur-coated woman, who had obtained her peanuts, as well as a bag of dried chickpeas. Ms. Connor politely stepped to the side, and
walked to the bakery. The sweet pastries smelled absolutely superb.
Amalthea, nurse to Zeus, the remarkable goat, grazed at the poaceae stalks. She had a single remarkable horn, for the other had been severed. The horns contained ambrosia and nectar, the food and drink of the gods. She filled the broken horn with fruit and grains, and it became a horn of plenty and thrown amongst the stars. Zeus, the child, frolicked in the field and drank from her horn.
"Are you alright, miss?" Ms. Connor assured the woman that she was fine, and ordered a pecan tart and a cup of coffee. While absentmindedly sipping the coffee, she walked to the produce section in search of strawberries, asparagus, and cucumbers.
Anthizo the nymph danced through the verdant grove. Soft wildflowers brushed against her ankles and the light coming through the leaves illuminated her whole being with a series of speckles. The warm sun complemented the chilled shade perfectly. A soft trickle signified the presence of a nearby brook, and Anthizo sprinted to the source of water. Small fish flitted through the rill, and the shore was dotted with smooth pebbles. The nymph submerged her delicate fingers and grasped an azure stone. She pranced through the flowers, light feet not harming a one, and collapsed in the grass. She beamed at the sun, and the sun beamed back at her. She wore a girdle of daisies around her head, and little else. Her face was friendly, yet very bony. Her silky, long, chestnut hair was spread every which way on the grass. The dew mingled with her sweat.
"Miss, you're blocking the entrance."
Ms. Connor apologized and moved. She fetched her strawberries, asparagus, and cucumbers, and then paid for her food. Carrying her groceries out to the parking lot, she spotted a man walking a dog.
The Teumessian fox loped through the wild wood at the speed of lightning bolt. No living hound or hunter could capture her. She was sizeable silver vulpine, with paws that were swifter than the wind. She bounded through forest, over moor, over heath and glade and swamp. The vixen was the ultimate unattainable prey.
A car's horn launched Ms. Connor out of her daydream. She put the groceries into her car and turned the ignition key.
And Pyrkagia the drakon lifted the golden chariot up into the heavens, her eyes gleaming with fire. She sailed over the cold stars, her bronze, serpentine body cutting through the deeping sky. At the summer's eve, she spanned the sky like an ethereal bow. Oh, to be a dragon, a symbol of divine power, as small as a silkworm, as great as a planet. Her body is in the shape of summer constellations, gleaming her vibrant message across the light-years.
If you wish, you can also leave critique on my DeviantART account (Sugar-Bielbog). What do you think?
Letter From A Whaling Ship
by ~Sugar-Bielbog
Dear Mary
I'm sure you remember me. I'm sure that the fateful day will forever linger in our minds, never to be vanquished. I'm sure that you see him as clearly as day, and I do too. However, this letter concerns entirely different matters. You may laugh at me for crawling back, or you may hate me for attempting to write again after we had clearly established ourselves to be estranged from then onwards, but I needed to contact someone, and I am a social outcast on this ship.
That's right, I have chosen to embark on a whaling voyage. Being ostracized from the town of Quiescent Hillock after the Brookhaven incident, as well as our own dreadful experience with Walter Sullivan, I felt it prudent to associate with foreign company and mingle with people who do not know of bad luck that follows me like a banshee and the demons within me. I never would have considered the thought of embarking upon a dangerous voyage, being elbow deep in cetacean blood and seed, and feeling the wind rush through my graying hairs whilst our very lives are placed at risk by the whale's frightened thrashing in the throes of its demise, Our avaricious captain has a sort of world-weary, yet professional attitude. Obtaining the inner cetacean sea is our only goal, according to Captain Nebavay. I am but a lowly sailor on the aboard the Frumious Bandersnatch. I don't care about the money. I don't care about the glory or the prestige, either. I have nothing much left to live for. After we parted ways at Toluca Lake, I felt as if this was my last chance, my last hope. If this voyage does not cure me of my loneliness, my guilt, and my anguish over the events, then you may rejoice, for I will finally be in Hell and you may laugh at me among the angels.
Your ever-loving villain,
James
Story #2 (written for fun)
Dark Dreaming Carries All
by ~Sugar-Bielbog
Dark Dreaming Carries All
Ah-whoom. A ceil globe levitates in the eyes of Agyra, the glittering iridescent hippocampus. All the sea was a bright cerulean. The cold stars cut through the midnight sky. The star-pieces bounced off of Agyra's scales, and she breached from the cold sea, a display of glorious equine ichthyoidal grace.
"Ma'am! You've been staring at the lobster tank for five minutes."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Ms. Connor. "I'll move along and stop blocking the way."
Ms. Connor was a woman of exceptional invisibility. She brought to mind a doll. She was beautiful, but she hardly had any weight in anything, and she eventually faded into the background. It was Saturday, the day when she usually accomplished her grocery shopping. The woman walked up to the butcher, who reeked of blood and meat.
Aima, one of the vicious Keres, prowled through the bloodshed on quiescent feet. A moment in time, the soldier was decimated. His shade shied from her fervent grasp, but she seized his soul. She delivered his shade to the ghostly ferryman, Charon, who left the penniless man to his haunts on the silent shores of the Styx. Aima soared back to the battlefield and bore her bloodstained teeth, serving as an ill omen to the soldiers below.
"Ma'am? Your order?" The butcher was slightly aggravated by the diminutive, delicate, daydreaming woman.
"Oh, sorry. I'd like a quarter pound of the beef, one pound of liver, a half pound of chicken, and some beef heart for the dog."
The butcher sullenly cut, weighed, and wrapped her order without a word. Several hours later, she noticed that he had given her turkey instead of chicken, but that didn't matter during the actual shopping trip. Ms. Connor walked over to an aisle that sold popcorn and other such things, and spotted a ferocious woman in a golden fur coat selecting a container of salted peanuts.
The gryphon, Megaleio, ruffled her primary feathers whilst perching on her golden nest. She was a truly majestic beast, a hybrid of tawny eagle and amber lion. She was a symbol of the power of divinity, of size immense. She was the most glorious of beasts to fly in the free element of sky. When she soared, the awed villagers mistook her for Helios's orb.
"Move out of the way, miss." It was the fur-coated woman, who had obtained her peanuts, as well as a bag of dried chickpeas. Ms. Connor politely stepped to the side, and
walked to the bakery. The sweet pastries smelled absolutely superb.
Amalthea, nurse to Zeus, the remarkable goat, grazed at the poaceae stalks. She had a single remarkable horn, for the other had been severed. The horns contained ambrosia and nectar, the food and drink of the gods. She filled the broken horn with fruit and grains, and it became a horn of plenty and thrown amongst the stars. Zeus, the child, frolicked in the field and drank from her horn.
"Are you alright, miss?" Ms. Connor assured the woman that she was fine, and ordered a pecan tart and a cup of coffee. While absentmindedly sipping the coffee, she walked to the produce section in search of strawberries, asparagus, and cucumbers.
Anthizo the nymph danced through the verdant grove. Soft wildflowers brushed against her ankles and the light coming through the leaves illuminated her whole being with a series of speckles. The warm sun complemented the chilled shade perfectly. A soft trickle signified the presence of a nearby brook, and Anthizo sprinted to the source of water. Small fish flitted through the rill, and the shore was dotted with smooth pebbles. The nymph submerged her delicate fingers and grasped an azure stone. She pranced through the flowers, light feet not harming a one, and collapsed in the grass. She beamed at the sun, and the sun beamed back at her. She wore a girdle of daisies around her head, and little else. Her face was friendly, yet very bony. Her silky, long, chestnut hair was spread every which way on the grass. The dew mingled with her sweat.
"Miss, you're blocking the entrance."
Ms. Connor apologized and moved. She fetched her strawberries, asparagus, and cucumbers, and then paid for her food. Carrying her groceries out to the parking lot, she spotted a man walking a dog.
The Teumessian fox loped through the wild wood at the speed of lightning bolt. No living hound or hunter could capture her. She was sizeable silver vulpine, with paws that were swifter than the wind. She bounded through forest, over moor, over heath and glade and swamp. The vixen was the ultimate unattainable prey.
A car's horn launched Ms. Connor out of her daydream. She put the groceries into her car and turned the ignition key.
And Pyrkagia the drakon lifted the golden chariot up into the heavens, her eyes gleaming with fire. She sailed over the cold stars, her bronze, serpentine body cutting through the deeping sky. At the summer's eve, she spanned the sky like an ethereal bow. Oh, to be a dragon, a symbol of divine power, as small as a silkworm, as great as a planet. Her body is in the shape of summer constellations, gleaming her vibrant message across the light-years.
If you wish, you can also leave critique on my DeviantART account (Sugar-Bielbog). What do you think?
