They were an odd partnership.
Neither knew where they were headed or quite what they wanted to do there, so they just wandered. A couple days in one town, helping local farmers, the next few in the big city, living off of their temporary income, and then the next week on the road.
In some ways, they knew everything about each other, and in others they knew nothing. He knew the ghosts haunting her past and she knew the skeletons littering his, but each knew the other had secrets.
On occasion he would find her off-guard, locks of hair softly hiding any of her facial features, excepting a pair of full, pink lips parted in lost thought.
Sometimes she would catch him in the same state of vulnerability- staring at the sky with unmatched concentration, questions dancing in his eyes.
At least they had something in common.
They wanted to know the answers.
And in their search, they would find heroism, adventure, romance, and ultimately.... destiny.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Little Red (super-rough planning draft)
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The footsteps of Little Red were light, despite her frantic running - she was soft, light. Blood had been running down the inside of her thighs. It was drying now.
Thorns bit into her feet - the black mary-janes had come off somewhere. She was holding red-stained glass in her right hand.
She needed to make sure nothing could get inside her again.
"Red! Red, please stop!" The wind howled through the trees. It was so frightening - why wouldn't he go away? She had left her breadbasket behind for him. Couldn't he eat that?
"Grandmother, grandmother," she chanted desperately, and the small, rotting cottage came into view. "Grandmother!" she cried, throwing open the door. She felt relief at the sight of her grandmother, sitting still in her rocking chair, staring blankly ahead. "Grandmother, the big bad wolf is after me! Would you let me use grandfather's axe?"
Silence followed, and Little Red clapped, picking up the heavy weapon from right where she'd left it, safe with her first husband, John. He was a woodcutter.
The strain of lifting the heavy weapon re-opened her wounds, but she felt safer now.
She needed to kill him, and then she needed to fix herself.
Little Red had given birth to the Big Bad Wolf's child.
Little Red had given birth to a monster.
The door creaked open, and he stepped in softly, gingerly. He wanted to trick her into thinking he was safe, didn't he?
"Please, just take the bread, take the bread!" she cried, stepping back in fright. He looked confused for a moment, and then upset.
"Red! It's your daughter in here! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He held forward the basket, revealing a small baby in ragged blankets. As soon as its eyes settled on her, she began screaming.
Thuk
The axe went into his side.
And then his head.
Arm.
Stomach.
Face.
Heart.
Little Red ached.
She was bleeding again, and her body was sore.
She left the monsters behind her, stumbling through the forest until she came across a young man.
"Miss, are you alright? I heard screaming." She looked up at him with blue eyes full of tears.
"Mr. Woodcutter, I was just attacked by wolves. Please take me home..."
The footsteps of Little Red were light, despite her frantic running - she was soft, light. Blood had been running down the inside of her thighs. It was drying now.
Thorns bit into her feet - the black mary-janes had come off somewhere. She was holding red-stained glass in her right hand.
She needed to make sure nothing could get inside her again.
"Red! Red, please stop!" The wind howled through the trees. It was so frightening - why wouldn't he go away? She had left her breadbasket behind for him. Couldn't he eat that?
"Grandmother, grandmother," she chanted desperately, and the small, rotting cottage came into view. "Grandmother!" she cried, throwing open the door. She felt relief at the sight of her grandmother, sitting still in her rocking chair, staring blankly ahead. "Grandmother, the big bad wolf is after me! Would you let me use grandfather's axe?"
Silence followed, and Little Red clapped, picking up the heavy weapon from right where she'd left it, safe with her first husband, John. He was a woodcutter.
The strain of lifting the heavy weapon re-opened her wounds, but she felt safer now.
She needed to kill him, and then she needed to fix herself.
Little Red had given birth to the Big Bad Wolf's child.
Little Red had given birth to a monster.
The door creaked open, and he stepped in softly, gingerly. He wanted to trick her into thinking he was safe, didn't he?
"Please, just take the bread, take the bread!" she cried, stepping back in fright. He looked confused for a moment, and then upset.
"Red! It's your daughter in here! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He held forward the basket, revealing a small baby in ragged blankets. As soon as its eyes settled on her, she began screaming.
Thuk
The axe went into his side.
And then his head.
Arm.
Stomach.
Face.
Heart.
Little Red ached.
She was bleeding again, and her body was sore.
She left the monsters behind her, stumbling through the forest until she came across a young man.
"Miss, are you alright? I heard screaming." She looked up at him with blue eyes full of tears.
"Mr. Woodcutter, I was just attacked by wolves. Please take me home..."
Sunday, January 17, 2010
But they say that hindsight is 20/20
Whenever I wonder "how could I be with him" about Ben, it's in a completely different way than I wondered about Dahlia (though, admittedly, I thought many times that Dahlia might be wondering the same thing about me that I wondered about Ben - assuming any of it was ever real).
Dahlia turned out to be something frightening, sure, but from the outside she was perfect. Not just physically, even if it's true that she was flawless, but she came off as brilliantly sincere.
Ben never appeared to be perfect to me.
He was twenty-five when I met him. Tall, with a slightly hunched back and no definition. If I remember right, he'd already started balding by then, but often concealed it with combovers and hats. He wasn't ugly by any means - the sharp nose and deep brown eyes suited his features well - but he wasn't the type that you looked at and just fell for.
The moment I confessed to Kat that he had come on to me, she crinkled her nose.
"Don't tell me you went for it."
She had never approved of Ben. She disliked his attitude - a pseudo-intellectualism that he pushed across by being wordy and asserting his authority. She had commented more than once that he was an expert in nothing but entertainment, and that he didn't even understand most of that. I don't think I really noticed at first, even though I eventually realized she was right - Ben knew very little, but always offered up a lot.
I never saw him much during the day. Like a lot of highschool graduates in the area, he had settled into a retail job and didn't bother with any more education. It gave Kat time to talk about him.
I really wish I had spent more time listening, especially because of that night.
Because when he asked, "Are you in the game?" I would have just said no.
Dahlia turned out to be something frightening, sure, but from the outside she was perfect. Not just physically, even if it's true that she was flawless, but she came off as brilliantly sincere.
Ben never appeared to be perfect to me.
He was twenty-five when I met him. Tall, with a slightly hunched back and no definition. If I remember right, he'd already started balding by then, but often concealed it with combovers and hats. He wasn't ugly by any means - the sharp nose and deep brown eyes suited his features well - but he wasn't the type that you looked at and just fell for.
The moment I confessed to Kat that he had come on to me, she crinkled her nose.
"Don't tell me you went for it."
She had never approved of Ben. She disliked his attitude - a pseudo-intellectualism that he pushed across by being wordy and asserting his authority. She had commented more than once that he was an expert in nothing but entertainment, and that he didn't even understand most of that. I don't think I really noticed at first, even though I eventually realized she was right - Ben knew very little, but always offered up a lot.
I never saw him much during the day. Like a lot of highschool graduates in the area, he had settled into a retail job and didn't bother with any more education. It gave Kat time to talk about him.
I really wish I had spent more time listening, especially because of that night.
Because when he asked, "Are you in the game?" I would have just said no.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Hello, 2010
The new year is here, and with it came... commissions.
Time to get to writing a couple requests.
God it's weird to have "fans" of my writing.
Mostly I would like to say that sometimes the sentence "Well at least she has tits" is very, very true in the saddest way possible.
Oh yeah, and that people still need to learn what feminism is.
Year-long Fandom "To Do" List (as of yet)
- Cosplay Claire Redfield at Fanime; possibly bunny Haruhi Suzumiya as well
- Resident Evil fanfic for Rosa
- Finish Harmony
- Proofread and edit novel
- At least four new chapters of Like Nicotine
tbc
Time to get to writing a couple requests.
God it's weird to have "fans" of my writing.
Mostly I would like to say that sometimes the sentence "Well at least she has tits" is very, very true in the saddest way possible.
Oh yeah, and that people still need to learn what feminism is.
Year-long Fandom "To Do" List (as of yet)
- Cosplay Claire Redfield at Fanime; possibly bunny Haruhi Suzumiya as well
- Resident Evil fanfic for Rosa
- Finish Harmony
- Proofread and edit novel
- At least four new chapters of Like Nicotine
tbc
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