Friday, September 1, 2006

writting class- the limitations!!!!!
My writting teacher must hate me, she's making the 10 students in my grade write a group project where we have to use a song to inspire our text... any way, I got such a good reaction to my yaoi themed story before that i'm gonna share my pratice shot at this project (lovey-dovey fluff only) with you guys. But i modified it a bit it's inspired by both a picture and a song.
The picture is at: http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/shounen/shounen173.jpg
and the song is Elton John's "Your Song" the lyrics of which are here: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eltonjohn/yoursong.html
So yeah, here is my first romantic story in about 2 years....
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‘Why can’t I look away? His eyes, they hold so much power over me...

It’s scary, why am I so nervous all of sudden? It’s not like he’s a stranger, well at least I didn’t think he was, then again he has changed a lot over the summer... Did I?

That smile, I’ve seen it so often, why haven’t I ever noticed how cute it is... Wait, what am I thinking...'
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Entranced, and confused as he stares at his approaching friend of many years, he manages to arouse suspicion in his younger counterpart. Trying to conceal the nervous terror bubbling inside he smiles back and waves over the crowd of students between them. But the blond doesn’t miss the strange expression in his friend’s eyes, not that he’s overly concerned, after all people do change in two months, especially when they’re still under the stress of finding out their oldest friend is gay.

A usual gesture becomes pure turmoil when the blonde hugs his friend, a simple brotherly embrace sends the brunet into a tumbling flurry of mixed emotion, torn between wanting to hold the other for hours and throwing him off in fear of his own reaction, the harsh words of his family ringing in his ears.

Forbidden from seeing his friend outside of school, the only time his parents had no control, it was strange for him to realise that he was the same. He shared the same forbidden desires, or at least that was what his body seemed to be telling him by making his head spin and his stomach clench with the nerves usually attributed to shy love.

A tolling bell, and the friends are separated once more. The brunet’s inner-turmoil continues as he desperately tries to decipher the emotions that torment his heart. He thinks long and hard on the longing he has felt all summer, the longing for a brother like friend? or the longing to gaze upon a secret love? His indecision burns inside, lost in a sea of new feelings he makes a fragile resolution to discover the truth of his own heart’s desire.

Meanwhile, the blond tries to decipher his friend’s odd behaviour. The theories chase each other inside his mind, creating a swirling vortex of confusion. He revises every possible explanation over and over, trying to make sense of it. Growing more and more afraid that his dearest friend, his most precious love, could hate him. The usually steadfast resolution he possesses slowly breaks into a fearful uncertainty.

The lunch bell rings, the swell of students pours into the halls that echo with the slow and heavy footsteps of two friends bearing the weight of fear and worry. An awkward hello and silent walk away from the crowds; the two are now confronted by their uncertainties. Unable to look into the older boy’s face the blond turns away;

“You hate me now don’t you? Just like you parents. They finally convinced you to turn against me...”

“No I just... I...”

The brunet is suddenly faced with his very angry friend who stares him down.

“You what? You feel awkward around me? You worry I’ll try something with you? I thought you knew me... I thought you had realised by now, I love you, and I’d never do anything to you. That’s it isn’t you finally noticed and I scare you now!”

Not waiting for an answer, he storms off in his rage, blinded by the tears that threaten to burst forth. His friend barely catches up, throwing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. Whispering, breathless from his run;

“I think... that I... I love... you.”
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So that's that, my first fluff in ages... wow i still don't mind it 2 days later, what a miracle :D.
Catch ya later
-Aidelle
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Sunday, August 27, 2006

Seaside Play -- another short story
WARNING! STRONGLY IMPLIED YAOI AHEAD! SO IF YOU'RE TOO STUCK UP TO TAKE A STORY ABOUT TWO MEN LEAVE NOW.
WARNING 2; referenced mature, and unpleasant, content, i.e: rape
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This one is part of the same series as Silver Snow but it happens way before and with different guys. There may be a few more plot holes in here than in S.S. so I apologize in advance for any confusion.
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A port town, over run with drunken men and single women with a house full of children. Consisting of three types of buildings: run-down homes, basic shops and pubs. Life in a port town: inconsistent as hell. With the exception of pub owners, men to old and frail and boys barely out of diapers, the men are constantly changing. All of those towns are the same, except one, though it is a rough place with a high concentration of pubs to suit the usual arrivals. The Temple’s Port is mostly consistent in its population and some of its women are even married and their sailor husbands loyal.

The Temple’s Port, the ArcAngel’s home base, often visited by shady people looking for the Shade’s doppel. But now a new name was on everyone’s lips, the Nemesis was rumoured to be in the port. His legendary skills had even caught the attention of the elusive ArcAngel.

Nemesis was in the port town, but his aversion to attention made it such that he kept his identity to himself. Using his birth name, Marcus ordered himself a drink, the strongest ale to be had. To him the caped figure remained invisible but the eyes concealed beneath the hood didn’t miss a detail.

Taking in the sun-bathed tone of the skin covering the rippling muscle on his naked torso, I rolled the stem of my glass absent-mindedly, feeling the smooth glass beneath my fingers. I watched as Marcus advanced toward the fire,but stay to the side, in a lonely corner with no company.

A commotion in the street, a ship had docked and the crew was in the mood of celebration. The pub’s door burst open and a dozen sailors entered lead by a golden haired man. “Nathaniel!” I left my cape behind, it was the ArcAngel’s nap time anyway, and jumped into the arms of my friend. “Still a drunken fool Will. Come now, a round of ale for all!”

Declining the drink, Marcus retreated further into the corner, almost wishing that he’d just sink into the wall. He watched me have a hushed conversation with the barkeep. He’d found the sight of me as pleasant as that of any woman and the ale was transforming his usually ordered thoughts into ones that you would usually expect from drunken perverts.

Two clawed hands clasped in front of his chest, I had jumped onto his back. I mustered my most sultry whisper. “Am I that attractive?” Marcus glanced at me through his peripheral vision and caught glimpses of fangs and a long dark braid. His face became red, a lush strawberry tinge on his cheeks.

“Will! Stupid cat. C’m here!” Nathaniel’s deep rumble came from the room’s centre. I bounced off leaving a stunned and blushing Nemesis in the corner.

Later that night he came to me, having obviously thought every motion through in minute detail. But he never got the chance to speak. Corrin entered the pub and I had no intention of making it easy for him to reach me. I bounced into Marcus’ arms, wrapping mine around his neck and I kissed him. He didn’t return but he didn’t push me away either. After a moment I released him and watched Corrin leave looking very unhappy.

Marcus and I headed for the inn across the square where he pinned me to a wall and demanded and explanation. I choked on my words a lot but managed to explain who Corrin was and the pain he’d put me through by raping me. Marcus, holding both my arms to the wall with one of his hands, ran his fingers over the scars on my chest, sending shivers through me. I smiled. “Go easy on me gorgeous.” Marcus kissed me, and as usual, that one thing led to others.
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I hope people like these two, 'cause they'll be back I assure you. Very very often.
-Aidelle

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Friday, August 25, 2006

Silver Snow - short story I wrote awhile ago
Not my most recent, but one of the few that isn't chapters. It's mostly a character developpement story but it stands pretty well on its own, I think.
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Fear, I’m afraid, but of what? The fire? The screaming? I can only make out one sound in the din.

“Reigh! Reigh! Where are you?” Reigh... is that my name? Yes, yes it is, that’s me...

“Mother, I’m here!” The acrid smell of burning wood and flesh has somewhat dulled my senses but now I’m slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. I’m in my room, sitting on my bed and listening to my mother crash up the stairs and ram into my door. The old wooden frame shatters under her assault.

“Reigh, come, we must leave. Now.”

“What’s happening? Why are all the people screaming? The others are dying aren’t they? I can smell their blood mixed with the dirt of the road.” A loud crash comes from the neighbour’s house; the flames have now completely destroyed it. Mother lifts me into her arms and, holding me tightly to her chest, runs out the house and into the square.

The realisation comes then, this carnage, it’s a raid... but we’re so far north... ? No time to dwell on the reason, we had the time only to run.

The raiding party appears from behind a thick veil of smoke. At their head is a man; the crest on his breastplate is strange to me but the flames that dance around his palm make it clear that he is a fire sprite and the cause of the blaze. As he stands before the cowering survivors of his flames, I wish the crimson ends of his dark hair would cover more of his blood coloured eyes. Those bloodied orbs that are filled with childish glee at the sight of the carnage and fear laid out before him.

I hear Father swear, Mother looks at him with fear written her on normally impassive features. For a moment my fear is turned to my parents’ expressions. Father’s fury seems to spread through the air like and icy breeze, he says something in a strange tongue and Mother begins to cry.

“Mother? We will be alright, there is no need for tears.” My parents glance at each other before Father speaks.

“Yes Reigh, you will be alright. Take my blade and run. Don’t stop running until you can longer see even the smoke from this blaze.”

“But what about you and Mother?” Yet another sad and silent exchange between them.

“We will stay and help the others. Be sure to head south Reigh. In a few days you’ll have reached the base of the Great Mountain. From there it’s a three day hike to the temple at its summit.” During our conversation, the man had advanced among the villagers. He observed them all as though he was looking for a certain mark or brand of some kind. As he approaches, Mother pulls me closer and whispers.

“Take this bag, in it there is months worth of supplies as well as your father’s knife. Now go my son.” She releases me and gently pushes me away from her.

“Run Reigh. Now!” And I do, I run. I run until the village is nothing more than a small shape in the distance but I go no further. From the village rises a cold yet frantic voice.

“The child is gone! You have sent the silver one away! Such treachery is punishable only by death. Now perish fools.” The sounds that followed will haunt me forever. The screaming of my friends, their parents calling out to them with despair only to be silenced. Then, my Father’s battle cry. Finally, nothing, only a crushing silence remains.

I wait for an hour before I see the murderous band; they ride by me, the blood of the slain villagers clinging to them. As I approach the village the sickening smell intensifies with every step. I fear what I will see...

I walk into the square and see all those who survived the blaze have suffered a darker fate, as they lay dead and broken in the dirt. My friends and their families seem to be spread in a horrid arrangement around the trembling form of my mother, so near departure as she clutches Father in her arms.

I run to her, wishing my tears could wash away all this pain, but knowing that their silver glow was the doom of my home. Her harsh whisper, that of a dying and hurt soul, crushes my heart in a fist of grief.

“Now, now my little one. Reigh, stop your tears. You are safe, that is all the truly matters now. We go to the Gods in peace and we will watch over you. I love you, my little star.” Her now lifeless body lies beside my father’s and they look to the world as though they are simply in a deep sleep, but I know better.

I do the only thing I can now, I head south for the Temple upon the Sacred Mountain. Carrying with me, a piece of my home, a small knife with one simple inscription that seems to hold a mighty power...

§ Reigh, Child of the Silver Lord §
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Sorry about any references that seem blurry. Like I said it's a character developing story that's part of a series.
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