|So yeah...I've started another NEW story, but I thought I could post some of my story starters here, 'cause I sometimes don't get past the first para or I get another idea and forget about the other one...so here's some of the better ones;
I think there’s a moment for two people where they can either catch fire or... they don’t. It’s as simple as that. They just drift apart, the embers crackling as they slowly turn into dust. We missed our moment. But that’s all that we really were, a moment. No past, no future, nothing beyond the present. In its own way, it was perfect. But that was all were really were. Us – a moment. Our moment. But we missed that moment that really truly mattered. The moment where we could begin to have a future. The moment where we could start to become more than just a moment. A broken memory. A faded photograph. I’m writing this story in remembrance of Our Moment, that summer of tears and giggles, smiles and laughs. That summer when I realised the true meaning of life, of love, of loss. The summer when I finally grew up. (I know, it's about LOOOVE. Talk about an oxymoron )
The last one...
She tilts her head up, searching first sign of stars. But instead of stars, there is a quilt of clouds that seems to press down on the world, blocking the last rays of light that fights a losing battle for possession of the darkening sky. She feels like she’s being crushed by the clouds, by her friends, by her family but she sits there, waiting. Her eyes flutter around her surroundings, taking in all that she can, whishing she could stay out here forever, just watching the world. She hears footsteps and glances up, hoping it’s him. But it’s not; he’s not coming. She’s usually a logical person but lately hope is that only thing keeping her sane. Her hope is slowly ebbing away. Draining her of all her energy. Slowly killing her. (I don't really like this one, it sounds funny)
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|Chapter ONE - Intro
I cling onto my umbrella as if it will abandon me like everybody else. The rain pelts my clothes, soaking my jeans and causing my tank top to stick to my protruding ribcage, reminding me yet again that I need to find some food. But I trudge onward, flailing blindly across the pavement, unsure of the direction in which I am travelling, but intending to improvise. The wind turns my umbrella inside-out for what feels like the umpteenth time and I throw it in a nearby bin, already too wet to care.
The pavement soon becomes mud, causing me to flinch as it seeps in-between the toes of my ill chosen flip-flops and seems to crawl its way up my legs, turning them a dirty brown. I feel the force of the rain increase but stumble on, my feet getting stuck in the seeping mud every other step. The rain quickly turns to hail and I dash in the direction of the nearby woods but trip over my own feet and land on my knees, the mud oozing its way to the hem of my skirt as I attempt to recover from the shock.
After regaining my composure, I stagger to my feet, using my hands to prop myself up, getting them plastered in the sticky substance in the process. I hobble the rest of the way into the woods, having twisted my ankle, and crawl under a thick bush, only realising when I am halfway under that it is a waste of energy, as safety cannot even be found under a well hidden bush. Thereâ€™s nobody to hide from. My greatest enemy is myself.
Chapter TWO - Memories (flashback)
I scream with surprise as the round-about spins so quickly everything turns into a blur and I begin to feel lightheaded.
â€śStop!â€ť I giggle, â€śIâ€™m going to fall off.â€ť
â€śWould I let you fall off?â€ť he asked in a less than convincing voice, but after a few seconds of consideration, decide that itâ€™s a question best left rhetorical. As the round-about grinds to a halt, I stumble drunkenly off of it, gripping firmly on the brightly coloured handrail. He begins to laugh and I glance upward to glare at him, but his smile is infectious and soon I find myself grinning in a slightly disturbing manor as I watch the sparkle in his eyes. Those eyes. If I went an hour without seeing them it would be an hour too long. If you know how to look, the way I do, youâ€™ll see how his eyes reflect his emotions, every single feeling mirrored in those shining sea blue orbs.
I complain about the heat, wafting my hands in front of my face in an effort to cool down as we saunter out of the park, in the direction of my house, laughing and joking all the way, pausing momentarily to pick buttercups and daisies.
If only we knew what was to come.
Chapter THREE - Information
Beta particles can travel through air, paper, clothes and skin but not through a thin sheet of metal. When protecting yourself from Beta rays, lead, tungsten and uranium produce x-rays when exposed to beta radiation, which will increase your overall exposure. From 5-100REM, no major damage will be caused, except the potential for cancer and mutation of genetic material. From 100-600REM, there is a 10-60% of fatality after 30 days. Symptoms include, fatigue, loss of hair and uncontrollable bleeding in the mouth. From 600-5,000REM there is a 100% of fatality after 7 days, symptoms showing after 5-30 minutes.
A dirty bomb released 10,000REM into the atmosphere of Malaysia on the 6th of June 2006, killing 396 people in 46 hours. I am a survivor. But surviving is the worst thing that could have happened to me. Surviving only makes it worse.
Chapter FOUR - Memories (flashback)
â€śYouâ€™re late.â€ť states my Father as I sneak through the door at 1AM.
â€śI was only across the road,â€ť I reasoned, â€śyou could have called.â€ť
â€śIt doesnâ€™t matter where you were, young lady, the fact is that itâ€™s two hours past your curfew.â€ť I shrug, casting my eyes to the floor in what I hope is an apologetic way and when I look up I see tears shining in his eyes.
â€śDad?â€ť I ask slowly, unsure of how to manage this situation. Iâ€™m not good with people, tending to detach myself from them in fear of abandonment. â€śDo it to them before they do it to youâ€ť was how my Father often described it.
From the books that I have read on body language and the success that I have had from putting my new knowledge into practise, I quickly read the signals that he is unwillingly sending out, much like a radio wave, but you have to be tuned into the right channel to see it. His feet are firmly planted at shoulder width apart, in an aggressive stance. However, his arms are folded securely over his chest, giving away to his feelings of vulnerability and insecurity, the need to protect his vital organs. The tears spilling from his eyes and running slow tracks down his face were an obvious sign of sadness.
We stand here, locked in each others gaze, lost in each others eyes. Finally, I take a step towards him, placing my hand gently on his arm as he lets the tears overcome him, wracking his body with all the pain that they bring. Itâ€™s the first time in all my life that I have seen my Father cry, but Iâ€™m sure it will not be the last. I feel tears building up in my eyes as the emotion of the past week catches up with me, and I blink, filled with too much pride to let them fall.
â€śI miss her, â€śHe chokes out, looking me forcefully in the eyes, his own filled with so much pain that I break his gaze and stare intently at the floor.
â€śI know,â€ť I whisper so quietly that I sense him leaning closer to hear, â€śme too.â€ť
â€śWeâ€™re in this together sweetie,â€ť he informs me sadly, placing his hand over mine and bringing it up to his face to gently kiss it. â€śYouâ€™re not alone,â€ť he says sternly, tapping me on the head, â€śdespite what that brilliant brain tells you. You have me.â€ť He smiles widely, causing the corners of my own lips to rise slightly.
Chapter FIVE - Stars
I awake suddenly to feel my body violently shaking; my muscles aching from the spasms that rack my small form; itâ€™s only defence against the penetrating cold. I crawl out of the bush that has been my shelter as I run my fingers along my neck, feeling tense flesh as I gently massage around my clavicle, slowly working my way back to my scapula where I tenderly pull out a thorn that has become lodged there. I gingerly stand up; grasping a tree trunk to calm my shuddering legs before my weary brain finally registers that itâ€™s still night. I look up at the stars, watching them twinkle merrily; unaware of what horrors lay beneath them. The naĂŻve little stars.
And itâ€™s the stars, the stars that shine for you.
I hesitantly walk away from the woods and into a small clearing where they can be seen more clearly.
And itâ€™s the stars, the stars that lie to you, yeah.
Tilting my head up, I scan the horizon for where I expect Orion to be. Spotting him, my gaze shifts to the three stars that make up his belt, those three simple stars had been my beacon of hope before, I wished it could be that simple, but itâ€™s not. Itâ€™s never that simple in reality. Dragging my eyes away from the memories that still linger there, I again search the sky for the Big Dipper, finding it in its rightful place; I follow the top corner in a straight line until I find Polaris, the North Star. Polaris is often mistakenly thought to be the brightest star, but that title belongs to Sirius, Polaris being a dim shimmer in the velvet that blankets the earth, its dull shine comforting me, reminding me of my hope, dreary and faded, much like itself. I know that north is the quickest way out, and as following the North Star seems my only option, I set off towards it, ignoring the other stars that seem to mock me with their brilliant glow.
|- Author's History - 14 March, 2008|
|Damn writing bug.|
|- Author's History - 14 March, 2008|