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Week 109- (Jan 21st-28th) Stories--- Topic: Seduction DONE!
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Jan 21, 2012 09:02PM
Yeah...um...no...XP Not unless I can really study Darla from Angel and write her....
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Not really something I like to read, but I will anyway if they really are nuts. XDI may try something. I just don't know who to use...
Julie Benz has the moves, doesn’t she? I know exactly the scenes from “Angel” that Saira is talking about.
Angel was such a good show. Ironically, the one time Angel and Darla did sleep together was when (view spoiler).
It's a television show. It spun off a show I don't particularly like called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Angel is the vampire with a soul, who will play a part in the final battle between good and evil - hence the obsession between the Powers That Be (probably good) and Wolfram & Hart (definitely evil incorporated). It's a good show filled with humor, gripping plot (especially after season one), and long character development.
The best character ever dies in, like, episode eight or nine. DOYLE.
So ... anyone else clueless about this week?
Nope. I'm writing mine right now. It should be up within the next 20 minutes.
I'll have to read it after class, then. Maybe I'll think of something while listening to an elaboration on building codes.... Then again, maybe not.
Building codes. Sounds...a little boring.
Title: GhostChills ran up and down his body. The snow fell onto his face as he waited for the sun to rise. It would be hours until the event but there was nothing more he could do for the moment – nothing he could do to help them…. Not with the sun down.
Whispers crawled across the air. Vincent stubbornly rolled his shoulders to break the stillness around him. The words didn’t stop though. It was all he wanted…. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. Mistake. The power became even more difficult to stave off. He exhaled an angry breath. His fists balled tightly.
You know you want it. Take it. She wouldn’t want to deny yourself the power to save them. The power that could’ve saved her.
Vincent rolled his shoulders again as one of his hands loosened enough to grasp his sword. The whispers repeated, growing in volume until they screamed in his ears, leaving the silent night to itself.
His feet crunched on the ground as he stood. He brushed snow off his hands, a scowl planted on his face. It wouldn’t be long now. Perhaps he could bring her back if only he could get close enough to it. Vincent’s breathing increased in speed as the power drew him in closer, making its danger look all the more attractive as it breathed new words into the air. The words planted themselves in the snowflakes, leaving him no room for escape. But then, why would he want to escape with this power so close at hand. It could be his.
Vincent rushed forward, the power seducing him into a frenzy that no living person would be able to stop. Finally, his legs slowed and Vincent craned his head to see the top of the wall. No matter, he had plenty of experience breaking and entering. Somehow, his legs had carried him to the exact location he needed to scale the wall.
By some unknown skill from within, his numb fingers found holds between various stones and Vincent heaved himself off the ground and into the air. Breath steaming in the air, he steadily climbed upward, never looking down.
He didn’t know how long it took him, only that he swung onto the wall like a ghost. Not that he really needed to anyway, the guards were asleep. Their snoring suggested that a horse could charge pass them without notice. Vincent worked his way to the closest stairway and trod down the steep stones. He crossed the courtyard in one easy run, ghosting behind various objects until forced to settle down between two trees.
A sentry passed his location. The man yawned tiredly as he walked, paying no heed to the shadow cast by Vincent’s body. The intruder slipped out and behind the sentry without a problem. And up he climbed the hill, only stopping below a balcony that would lead him straight into the palace without a problem. Once up there, it would be easy sailing.
He wedged his fingers between the castle stones, having to work much harder to get them onto safe holds. He grunted quietly as he pulled his body off the ground. His feet hung in the air and scrambled quietly against the wall for a place to sit. Only a minute passed before he abandoned this and forced himself to climb without footholds.
Difficult would have been an understatement. By the time he scrambled over the balcony railing, his arms felt like jello. He shook them and opened the glass doors in front of him. A smile slid across his face, how stupid. The princess hadn’t even locked it. He’d always though royalty stupid and arrogant but this was beyond him. To assume you are so safe as to not even lock your doors at night was like asking an assassin to enter.
Vincent silently closed the door behind him and ran across the room. The girl stirred in her sleep. The bedroom door shut with a click. Her eyes snapped open.
One. Two. Three. He counted the doors in his head, recalling the castle floor plan. According to the blueprint, the object of his desire lay only…. Four. Five. Ah, here it was. Vincent slipped into the room. It was unguarded. He openly walked towards the box. The words latched onto the thick air, crawling towards him.
Drunk with the thought of power, Vincent opened the box. And there it lay, vulnerable. The amulet whispered words into his mind. How could he pass up this opportunity? After all, he only wanted to save people with this power.
“Don’t do it,” she whispered.
Vincent spun around, eyes landing on the princess. “Amelia?”
The princess stepped further into the room. “Don’t do it, Vincent. I know you miss her but that can’t bring her back. It won’t. The amulet has a mind of its own, that much you should know by now.”
He took a step back. The whispering became more urgent though. Vincent hesitated as the amulet worked to seduce him into its grasp. “Don’t,” Amelia whispered. A single tear fell down Vincent’s face. His hand hovered over the object, falling closer. “Don’t.”
The moment his hand touched it, the amulet became alive, no longer an amulet but a ghost that had waited so long for this freedom. It invaded Vincent’s unprepared mind. It snaked through his mind, making every memory he had disappear.
Vincent took a deep breath and disappeared. Amelia’s eyes widened. Her body lurched forward, her gasp filling the air. What had happened? She looked down uncomprehendingly at the red staining her gown and the silver poking through it all. Her body lurched again and collapsed. Vincent threw the sword to the floor and walked away. Amelia lay still, dying and wondering what exactly had happened.
Actually, it was about zoning which is slightly different. That part was a little boring, but it was followed by loads, which is where the fun stuff begins.Excellent story, and some of your best narrative.
Loads, as in what exactly?Thanks! Glad it came out good. I didn't really have time to read it over before posting it.
I hated studying building codes. They’re the least interesting thing about architecture.
As in force - constant force, repeated force, impact force, dynamic force. Axial load, eccentric load, consistant load ... There are a lot, and we didn't even go through them all. It's how much force a section of building material can withstand, depending on how the force is applied.
Oh okay. That makes sense. Oooooo, I know I'm off topic here but tomorrow will be one of my last days, if not the last, in Economics! So excited for it to end.
Stephanie, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you weren’t crazy about economics.
No, really? Haha. It hasn't been the easiet class. Although, it's been easier than French so that's something. I actually somehow managed to get a 105% on one Economics exam. Needless to say, I kept checking the grade multiple times in one day for three days to make sure it wasn't a typo.
I agree. Especially when you have to learn it alone.
When I was taking architectural drawing, we had to design a house, and, of course, it had to comply with the building codes. What a nuisance.
You must be pretty good at drawing then, M.
Lol. That sounds like us when Dad tries to explain what exactly he does... It gets hard to understand after a sentence or two.
I like my archetecture. I like my teacher, who is constantly asking us to answer the questions, forcing us to think about the issue ourselves instead of just dictating everything.
That sounds like something my sister has said before, Edward.
Haha. I don't mind participating if I know the answers.
Ugh. That's horrible. I can answer questions from my seat but being in front of a class or anything like that is just.....ugh.
Stephanie, I took two years of mechanical drawing in high school and enjoyed it so much I wanted to become a draftsman. Dad wouldn’t hear of such a thing. Much later, I took architectural drawing in college, though I had majored in English. I’m not very good at drawing. It’s just something I’ve always loved to do.
Ah. Well, needless to say you're certainly better than I.
Dad got a degree in architecture but spent his career as an engineer in the truck-trailer manufacturing business. He was always interested in architecture, though, always designing and building something, so it was what I grew up learning about. I think I’d have liked architecture in the days when all the drawing was done by hand.
Most of it isn’t anything like freehand drawing. You don’t have to be able to “draw,” in the sense you’re thinking about, to draw floor plans or elevations.
It’s only a question of how well it’s written.
Go ahead and post it. In reality, we just don't want constant R stuff ... the occassional story will add variety, if nothing else.Just put a maturity warning before such stories for youngins.
My biggest fear is of your posting something that may get you in trouble with your mom. Don’t do that.
Besides, it'd still be on the computer, even if it's not on here.
I wish I could write in my classes. But there is too much participation and I need music. XP
I wrote a lot of poetry in class, but never a short story.
Hold on ... give me a week to control my laughter at that ending ...... Sorry, that was in bad taste. Anyway ... not your best. Although what's missing is more litteral description, which is exactly what you were squemish about ...
Ah ... yeah ...
Al, is it okay that I began to laugh near the end when the writer was arguing with her character? Hope so, because I did. This was fun. And as to the R rating, this barely above PG-13 (in Canada). I enjoyed, as always, your dialogue.I've been away with busy-ness; writing other stuff, including finishing the economics course I'm writing/teaching, which starts in a couple of weeks.
Stephanie, I enjoyed your story as well. Death and seduction. Classic.
Guy, she edited out the more detailed areas. It was pretty much just (barely) inside PG-13.Although, I've seen pleanty of evidence that the MPAA ratings are fair arbitrary, but that's another rant.
TY - it will be fun. Now I get to laugh, because the way I'm writing it the test is on the first day. 'Hello class. Surprise test!' We'll see if I have any victims - er, I mean students, come to the second night.
The great thing about my class is that there are no grades. And I would love to have you my class! And if you zoned out, what would I do? I'll have to think about that, so many options.But I teach in a very Socratic interactive way, and I suspect that you would have a hard time zoning out because not only would I be pestering you with questions, but you would likely find the questions and answers that the other students give to be interesting.
