BIRTHDAY!!!
Hey hey!
Im 17!
Nothing's gonna bring THIS day down!
Yeah, I cant talk...too little time in keyboarding, so let em share with you guys what I did all period...
Go go Brendan bored creativity!
WONDERWORLD
THE BEGINNING
The sun hung low in the sky as dusk set over the sleepy city of Maumelle. Streetlights began to come on, and children began wandering inside for their dinner as bats began to emerge from the trees and attics to feed on the minute insects that flittered about willy-nilly, searching for food of their own.
But something was different about this particular night. Some strange presence filled the air with the cloying smell of lilac and jasmine, alluring, but strangely ominous. A shape began to appear on the boulevard that cut through Maumelle, seemingly appearing out of nowhere to place a dainty, almost fragile-looking foot onto the cold pavement. A leg followed, then two legs, and then a torso draped in shimmering silver appeared in the cold winter air, seemingly untouched by the chill air. Finally a face appeared, as soft as the moonlight, and as white as freshly fallen snow. Wine-red lips parted in a predatory smile as piercing blue eyes narrowed…and focused on a twin pair of lights that were approaching this beautiful creature at blinding speed.
Suddenly the delicate face split, and the woman’s lips parted to reveal razor sharp fangs as her fine features hardened and became feral. She let loose an unearthly shriek of rage and hurled herself into the air as the vehicle bore down on her, missing her body but clipping her leg with such force that she spun in the air and slammed down hard onto the car’s hood, smashing it into the pavement. But no blood came…no bones snapped. The woman merely rose, pulled a piece of shrapnel out of her leg, and brushed off her shimmering robe, hissing in contempt.
“You’ll have to try better than that, whelp! I may not be killed by mere metal, nor by-“
She was cut off as the broken windshield of the car exploded outwards in a blast of light that slammed into her and knocked her shrieking into the air. She landed hard, reducing the pavement beneath her into rubble and knocking out her breath, but leaving her untouched save for a slight scorching. Growling, she rose from the ground and pointed her hand, palm out, at her attacker. A bolt of darkness leapt from her palm and tore through the air at the young man that was now chanting arcane words to counter her spell. Motes of light formed around him and he brought his own hands together and thrust them towards his prey, palm open and naked before the shadowy doom that bore down on him. Calmly, he closed his eyes…and a shield of bright, golden light enclosed him, stopping the shadow bolt and purging it into a puff of evil-looking smoke. The youth’s eyes opened slowly and he frowned, dropping the golden shield.
“You do not belong here, creature. This is not your world,” He paused to make a motion with his hands, drawing more motes of light around him, and then continued. “It is my world, and I gave you no permission to trespass the boojum and enter it,” The light grew around him and permeated him, shining through his eyes and mouth, ears and fingertips. The monster began to back away, vainly attempting to ready another spell as he spoke in a quiet tone, just above a whisper,
“Entumidae lumosia boojas asvariae…” With a start, he threw both hands in the air at the creature and yelled at the top of his voice, the lights whirling around him now in a heavenly tornado, “BOOJUM TAKE YOU, DEMON!”
With a noise like a howling wind, the lights manifested into golden beams that shot toward their target faster than an arrow, piercing the demon through her flesh and bone, finally spearing the demonic heart in her chest. With a mournful scream, she began to crack, light shining through tears in her skin and the howling of the holy lights filling her ears. With one final shriek, she exploded, throwing dark blood and shreds of white flesh in all directions.
The figure lowered his hands slowly, ragged breaths escaping his lungs. Then, in another whisper, this time due to strain, he spoke to no one in particular.
“These intrusions are becoming more frequent…and more troublesome. Some imbalance must have appeared in the boojum.” He turned and began to walk back into the night, muttering to himself as he picked a smoking piece of flesh off of his shoulder, “This whole thing’s getting to be too much of a mess...”
sigh....and like all my other stories, it will fade into obscurity.
BUT ITS MAH BIRTHDAY!!!
Im 17!
Nothing's gonna bring THIS day down!
Yeah, I cant talk...too little time in keyboarding, so let em share with you guys what I did all period...
Go go Brendan bored creativity!
WONDERWORLD
THE BEGINNING
The sun hung low in the sky as dusk set over the sleepy city of Maumelle. Streetlights began to come on, and children began wandering inside for their dinner as bats began to emerge from the trees and attics to feed on the minute insects that flittered about willy-nilly, searching for food of their own.
But something was different about this particular night. Some strange presence filled the air with the cloying smell of lilac and jasmine, alluring, but strangely ominous. A shape began to appear on the boulevard that cut through Maumelle, seemingly appearing out of nowhere to place a dainty, almost fragile-looking foot onto the cold pavement. A leg followed, then two legs, and then a torso draped in shimmering silver appeared in the cold winter air, seemingly untouched by the chill air. Finally a face appeared, as soft as the moonlight, and as white as freshly fallen snow. Wine-red lips parted in a predatory smile as piercing blue eyes narrowed…and focused on a twin pair of lights that were approaching this beautiful creature at blinding speed.
Suddenly the delicate face split, and the woman’s lips parted to reveal razor sharp fangs as her fine features hardened and became feral. She let loose an unearthly shriek of rage and hurled herself into the air as the vehicle bore down on her, missing her body but clipping her leg with such force that she spun in the air and slammed down hard onto the car’s hood, smashing it into the pavement. But no blood came…no bones snapped. The woman merely rose, pulled a piece of shrapnel out of her leg, and brushed off her shimmering robe, hissing in contempt.
“You’ll have to try better than that, whelp! I may not be killed by mere metal, nor by-“
She was cut off as the broken windshield of the car exploded outwards in a blast of light that slammed into her and knocked her shrieking into the air. She landed hard, reducing the pavement beneath her into rubble and knocking out her breath, but leaving her untouched save for a slight scorching. Growling, she rose from the ground and pointed her hand, palm out, at her attacker. A bolt of darkness leapt from her palm and tore through the air at the young man that was now chanting arcane words to counter her spell. Motes of light formed around him and he brought his own hands together and thrust them towards his prey, palm open and naked before the shadowy doom that bore down on him. Calmly, he closed his eyes…and a shield of bright, golden light enclosed him, stopping the shadow bolt and purging it into a puff of evil-looking smoke. The youth’s eyes opened slowly and he frowned, dropping the golden shield.
“You do not belong here, creature. This is not your world,” He paused to make a motion with his hands, drawing more motes of light around him, and then continued. “It is my world, and I gave you no permission to trespass the boojum and enter it,” The light grew around him and permeated him, shining through his eyes and mouth, ears and fingertips. The monster began to back away, vainly attempting to ready another spell as he spoke in a quiet tone, just above a whisper,
“Entumidae lumosia boojas asvariae…” With a start, he threw both hands in the air at the creature and yelled at the top of his voice, the lights whirling around him now in a heavenly tornado, “BOOJUM TAKE YOU, DEMON!”
With a noise like a howling wind, the lights manifested into golden beams that shot toward their target faster than an arrow, piercing the demon through her flesh and bone, finally spearing the demonic heart in her chest. With a mournful scream, she began to crack, light shining through tears in her skin and the howling of the holy lights filling her ears. With one final shriek, she exploded, throwing dark blood and shreds of white flesh in all directions.
The figure lowered his hands slowly, ragged breaths escaping his lungs. Then, in another whisper, this time due to strain, he spoke to no one in particular.
“These intrusions are becoming more frequent…and more troublesome. Some imbalance must have appeared in the boojum.” He turned and began to walk back into the night, muttering to himself as he picked a smoking piece of flesh off of his shoulder, “This whole thing’s getting to be too much of a mess...”
sigh....and like all my other stories, it will fade into obscurity.
BUT ITS MAH BIRTHDAY!!!