My First Short Story
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Thread Topic: My First Short Story
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Part One
My life was like an emo storybook, if an emo felt like they were worth it enough to write one.......
Ashen grey skies, always hovering overhead, but the sun that did shine through was distorted into a crimson haze that floated above the ground in a scarlet fog.
I lived in this ruby world, but this world always had the distinct smell of copper........
My blackened callused feet skim the hot ground, past the charred trees. Everything was steaming into a burgundy mist around my legs, my feet leaving a small imprint in the soft ground. Besides my prints were larger, more deep grooves. Small horse shoe prints. But I wasn’t about to be fooled into thinking they were Alec’s. They were probably Hades’ centaurs.
I shied away from the tracks and fell back into the charred forest. Even though there was no foliage, it had a gloomy haze that made you peer into the gloomy shadows. Artemis, my mother, would be waiting for me here. I whispered fiercely in the charcoal timbers and heard a soft rustle. I spun around to see her standing there in a gray wool cloak, her creamy white linen dress billowing underneath. “Dad’s angry with me again.†I sighed. She wrapped one of her slender but muscular arms around me. “Come home,†she said, clicking her tongue softly. Suddenly Alec was standing besides me. I smiled and hopped up on his sturdy back. Alec was my centaur, also my protector.
Artemis climbed up onto her b----, a large russet werewolf. This is so messed up. I muttered to myself, gripping onto Alec’s long hair. Letting werewolves into Olympus. But I didn’t go against mother’s crazy idea’s, so we threw down Persephone’s Pearls, crushing them with our feet and firmly gripping a hold on our protector’s, not that mother needed one.
Suddenly we were in Olympus, the columns of my room surrounding me. I banished Alec and flopped onto my bed. Nothing could stay peaceful for long, and unfortunately it was my fault.
Father (Hades) was mad at me for something I didn’t know I did. Probably problems with mother or something and he was taking it out on me again.
Artemis and Hades, I shuddered. How could I be a child to them? An evil underworld gaurdian, a tree hugging animal lover. How the hell did that happen? I shook my head and skipped over to my window, staring at the clouds that blew around my bedroom window. I reached my hand out to feel the cold moisture when another hand grabbed my wrist……… -
I was about to scream when I felt a large lump grow into my throat. What if it was one of Hades?.....I peered over the ledge to see a pale faced mortal. What the f--- is going on here? I thought. Werewolves and now mortals. I flopped my wrist back and forth but the bony hand wouldn't let go. Finally I pulled my arm back, brining the mortal with it. It was strange, pale, stringy, bony, ugly. It didn't glow with an unchallenged beauty like mother did, it didn't have that look of importance like father did. It just looked.......normal. "Er, hello?" I asked. The frail mortal turned deep set green eyes on me. "Hello," it said. I shifted uncomfortably, leaning from foot to foot. "Uh, whats your name?" The little thing looked at me, a sad, almost painful look on its face. I nearly felt sorry for it. "Shelby." I nodded, "Merlemisa." She seemed to smile, but I wasn't sure. The question of how she got her was banging around the inside of my head so hard it hurt. "How did you get here?" I blurted, tripping over syllables. It, Shelby, was fiddling with some of my things as she answered,"I was suppose to go to hell, be a slave to Hades. But I saw you guys as I was going throw the forest, so I grabbed onto your horses tail." She shrugged at the end and sniffed a bottle of my perfume. "Centaur," I said, dazed. She had gotten to Olympus, a hell bound girl. But I felt bad for her too. She looked to be only about eight or nine. "How....what?" Shelby seemed to understand my dismay, why she should be going to hell at such a young age, why she had died at such a young age. I motoioned for her to sit and I quickly had some food brought up for her as she told her story......
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Shelby's Story
I don't remember much, but I do remember living in a small house, on the East side. I lived my father, he worked in the town's salt mines. Came home every day smelling like sweat and dirt. I didn't like the smell, but it was a smell of home......as was the blood and the beer. Daddy drank a lot, he played Black Jack for cases of beer on lunch break, and he always did have a lucky hand. He would bring home a six-pack case of beer, and he would drink that pack in one night. Then he would watch the news, and with all the bad things happening, daddy tended to get real angry with the politics and Mr. Obama.So he would get up, and waver a little, then come to my room, asking what the heck I was doing when I should be working. Working for money to earn my keep. Then daddy would get even more angry and beat me, calling me a free loader, then he put the salt he got from the mines into boling water and poured it into my wounds. So I knew he cared, even if it was a little bit........
But then Sunday rolled around, daddy had the day off, and we went to church. But I realized I wasn't belieivng in God as much as I once had. If God really loved me, he wouldn't have let this happen. So I turned to the devil, begging him to take me. And he did. He did take me, finally, away from that place, in a strange way..........Daddy had been feeling really nice before it happened, he decided to bring me to work one day. I was enjoying the trip, learning about the machines and such that ran a mine when a terrible shaking dropped grains of salt like sand being blown up from desert winds. Then it was all over. I woke up in the forest, saw you guys and hitched a ride.
I stared at Shelby as she nibbled on a slice of cheese. I didn't realize I was crying until she handed me a tissue. I took it and dabbed my eyes, then sat on the bed next to her and wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her to me. WHat was I suppose to do...... -
Hey that was awesome! I liked it. =)
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thanx roady! :D *hugz*
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That night I skipped supper, having food brought up to my room instead. I didn't want to leave Shelby, more fearful of what she might get into than she already and because she needed dome good company.
I sat on the bed next to her, legs crossed, listening to her human life stories about school, her friends, her plans.......
I almost teared up again, thinking about how she had had everything so neatly organized, her life set stright ahead for her to follow. But then it all got torn down.
I stared outside as she was chattering away about mortal food. McDonald's and wierd restaruant names like that. She said they were greasy. I didn't like the word, it sounded gross. But she said part of being an American mortal was eating junk food. I laughed at that I laid back. I could get to like Shelby.
The next morning, I hadn't even realized I had fallen asleep. I was under the covers in my day clothes, Shelby curled up in a ball with a threadbare blanket over her shoulders and a flat pillow supporting her head. I frowned, feeling sorry for her. But I knew I couldn't pity her forever. She needed to get back to her home, her mortal home or become an Olympian.......The last thought threw me off, so I decided to use that as a last resort. A mortal being born with mortal blood, becoming an Olympiam. Crazy, but still possible...... -
That was, PUCKTASTIC! That has become my favorite word
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Wow, that was awesome! LoL, the greasy Mcdonald's thing was cool. =)
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I love it sisi it's really good =)
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