Writing? Really?
Urrrr, it's been months since I've posted any of my writing up here. D:
So I am going to post some more random little tidbit things. Yeah.
Prompt: One Word - “Brothers”
Word Count: 350
A/N: Rather than a Webmastering prompt, I asked Mr. Childs to give me one word, and I'd create a story off of that.
“Hey El,” Cautiously, carefully, tediously, Vincent grabbed the few stray hairs off of his brother’s forehead, smoothing them away from the closed eyelids, back into the pool of black that framed El’s sleeping face.
No response came from the resting boy; the rise and fall of his chest kept the same even rhythm of sleep.
“El.” Vincent tried again, leaning forward to rest his head on his brother’s chest. From the viewpoint, he gazed up at the facial features that mirrored his own. Twins. Everything about their faces was identical, the angular nose, the narrow forehead, the high cheekbones, even the perfect cupid’s bow of their mouths.
Once again, El gave no response.
“Wake up, El.” Vincent righted himself as he pleaded once again with his brother; the monotone of his begging lilting slightly as he said the other boy’s name. Reaching out to his brother again, he placed his hand on the boy’s pale forehead. As if in a trance, he gazed at the sleeping form and the contours of the boy’s face; gazing at the way his dark hair flowed out around the pillow beneath him.
Suddenly, a loud beeping resounded around the room, echoed by another two immediately after. Life support. The nurse would be coming in soon to check his sleeping brother’s blood pressure and other vital signs. He should probably leave, he wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place, visiting hours were over. Contemplating for only a few seconds, Vincent decided to rise from his post at his brother’s bedside, reasoning that getting banned from the hospital wouldn’t do him any good.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, El.” He assured, backing up a few paces to the door separating the hospital room from the rest of the world, and reaching out to grab the handle. He turned the metal device slowly, then pulled the door away from the wall. Turning around to exit the room, Vincent cast one last lingering glance at the form of his sleeping twin brother, then promptly left the room and cast a sweet farewell to his other half.
Prompt: Christmas Time
Word Count: 421
A/N: Quite the original prompt, huh
There’s something about winter. Something about the wind, the cold and the white; the chill that runs down my spine every time I step outside. In the summer, just existing is enough to drive me over the edge, with the heat bearing down on me and suffocating me, like the mattress in the Tell-Tale Heart, cutting off my oxygen supply. But in the winter, in the relaxing, soothing freeze of winter, just being is enough; just being is happiness.
“Johanna.” I felt the warm, glove-clothed hand of my older brother grab my wrist, pulling me towards himself. “Let’s leave now.” He whispered, desperate to break me out of the trance I so often fell into at this time of year. It was hard not to, honestly, looking about myself at the white-blanketed city scenery, and right in front of me even, was the glistening seventy-five foot evergreen-and-tinsel masterpiece that was Rockefeller’s Christmas tree. “Johanna.” He mumbled again, tugging a little more insistently at my forearm. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, alright.” I crooned, startling him with the sound of my voice. Glancing up at his face, I saw his wide, worried eyes, just below the knitted eyebrows. His face was radiating concern and apprehension; he was worried about me, thinking that this place was upsetting me. He hated it when I fell into those trances, when my mind would wander away and leave my body far behind; leave him far behind. “Anthony.” I tried my best to soothe him, stroking the wrist that still gripped my arm, coaxing him into letting me go. “I’m fine.” I assured him, offering a pat on the shoulder as a weak condolence. He nodded, still reluctant despite my assurances.
“Do you want to leave?” He asked, those slender brown eyebrows arching so elegantly above his wide, concerned eyes. Beautiful, this brother of mine.
“I think it’d be best if we tend to our business, yes.” I replied, nodding my head in agreement, even though I would much rather stay here all day. We were running an errand for our aunt, and it would be best if we weren’t out too late; it was Christmas, after all.
Anthony nodded again, hooking his arm with mine and leading me through the crowd, as if I wasn’t perfectly capable of walking on my own. Away from the garland and mistletoe we strode, away from the beauty and cheer that was this winter season; I couldn’t help but turn my head to let my eyes linger on it all.
Okay. That was cool. Or something.
So I am going to post some more random little tidbit things. Yeah.
Prompt: One Word - “Brothers”
Word Count: 350
A/N: Rather than a Webmastering prompt, I asked Mr. Childs to give me one word, and I'd create a story off of that.
“Hey El,” Cautiously, carefully, tediously, Vincent grabbed the few stray hairs off of his brother’s forehead, smoothing them away from the closed eyelids, back into the pool of black that framed El’s sleeping face.
No response came from the resting boy; the rise and fall of his chest kept the same even rhythm of sleep.
“El.” Vincent tried again, leaning forward to rest his head on his brother’s chest. From the viewpoint, he gazed up at the facial features that mirrored his own. Twins. Everything about their faces was identical, the angular nose, the narrow forehead, the high cheekbones, even the perfect cupid’s bow of their mouths.
Once again, El gave no response.
“Wake up, El.” Vincent righted himself as he pleaded once again with his brother; the monotone of his begging lilting slightly as he said the other boy’s name. Reaching out to his brother again, he placed his hand on the boy’s pale forehead. As if in a trance, he gazed at the sleeping form and the contours of the boy’s face; gazing at the way his dark hair flowed out around the pillow beneath him.
Suddenly, a loud beeping resounded around the room, echoed by another two immediately after. Life support. The nurse would be coming in soon to check his sleeping brother’s blood pressure and other vital signs. He should probably leave, he wasn’t even supposed to be there in the first place, visiting hours were over. Contemplating for only a few seconds, Vincent decided to rise from his post at his brother’s bedside, reasoning that getting banned from the hospital wouldn’t do him any good.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, El.” He assured, backing up a few paces to the door separating the hospital room from the rest of the world, and reaching out to grab the handle. He turned the metal device slowly, then pulled the door away from the wall. Turning around to exit the room, Vincent cast one last lingering glance at the form of his sleeping twin brother, then promptly left the room and cast a sweet farewell to his other half.
Prompt: Christmas Time
Word Count: 421
A/N: Quite the original prompt, huh
There’s something about winter. Something about the wind, the cold and the white; the chill that runs down my spine every time I step outside. In the summer, just existing is enough to drive me over the edge, with the heat bearing down on me and suffocating me, like the mattress in the Tell-Tale Heart, cutting off my oxygen supply. But in the winter, in the relaxing, soothing freeze of winter, just being is enough; just being is happiness.
“Johanna.” I felt the warm, glove-clothed hand of my older brother grab my wrist, pulling me towards himself. “Let’s leave now.” He whispered, desperate to break me out of the trance I so often fell into at this time of year. It was hard not to, honestly, looking about myself at the white-blanketed city scenery, and right in front of me even, was the glistening seventy-five foot evergreen-and-tinsel masterpiece that was Rockefeller’s Christmas tree. “Johanna.” He mumbled again, tugging a little more insistently at my forearm. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, alright.” I crooned, startling him with the sound of my voice. Glancing up at his face, I saw his wide, worried eyes, just below the knitted eyebrows. His face was radiating concern and apprehension; he was worried about me, thinking that this place was upsetting me. He hated it when I fell into those trances, when my mind would wander away and leave my body far behind; leave him far behind. “Anthony.” I tried my best to soothe him, stroking the wrist that still gripped my arm, coaxing him into letting me go. “I’m fine.” I assured him, offering a pat on the shoulder as a weak condolence. He nodded, still reluctant despite my assurances.
“Do you want to leave?” He asked, those slender brown eyebrows arching so elegantly above his wide, concerned eyes. Beautiful, this brother of mine.
“I think it’d be best if we tend to our business, yes.” I replied, nodding my head in agreement, even though I would much rather stay here all day. We were running an errand for our aunt, and it would be best if we weren’t out too late; it was Christmas, after all.
Anthony nodded again, hooking his arm with mine and leading me through the crowd, as if I wasn’t perfectly capable of walking on my own. Away from the garland and mistletoe we strode, away from the beauty and cheer that was this winter season; I couldn’t help but turn my head to let my eyes linger on it all.
Okay. That was cool. Or something.