rough story idea - the chasm"Search the shadows. All you'll find is a deeper darkness than before and within it a deeper yearning within yourself...
...my dear - have you ever heard the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat?' "
She snapped out of his grip, fierce with anger but he had already released her and so she almost tumbled to the stone floor. She was sick of his little games. She could quite happily have the creepy man out of her life...But that idea seemed impossible. Already he had dissapeared into the shadows, melting away like a liquid in hot black oil. Looking around the chasm all she saw was tunnel apon tunnel - all of which looked familiar and new at the same time. If she wasn't already lost here she would be very soon.
My Cold FriendMy Cold Friend
He's great to embrace,
with warm thick fur
over a heart of ice
and while this honey moon glows
and i sit below by the sycamore tree,
my cold friend thinks of everyone but me.
short story starters - copsThe reflection of light off the brass gleamed and filled the room with an impossibly brilliant artificial light. The stench of rancid smoke polluted the factory and the roar of engines and machinary made his head thump. He had only taken one step into the huge room and already it was an irritation.
He sighed but the sound of it was lost in the noise.
"Police!" he shouted, even though he knew noone would be able to hear him over mechanic chaos. Still, it was protocall and he had to say it for the record.
The whirr of the tape recorder hidden in his coat he no longer had to worry about.
"Urgh" Chritstinge said as she entered the room from behind him.
"Yeah I know - i think the vents have broken"
"Think someone blocked em on purpose?"
He shrugged "If they're in here too, they'll be choking just as much as we are....if not worst - they'd've been in here longer and they would have to be in there deep".
She laughed shortly, then pulled her scarf up over her nose.
"Backup?" She wondered, scou
short story starters - fantasyKai woke every hour, blurry eyes always meeting the same shadowy view of Blane sitting by the fire, poised ready and alert for any signs of danger.
"You been up all night?" he asked, stumbling across the rooted mess across the ground, holding onto the trees for support.
"We can't afford to slack off"
"but you said yourself that tiredness makes people jumpy"
"I don't count"
He chuckled, but couldn't tell if Blane was joking with his face hidden in the dark. The eerie silence suggested he was too serious to see the funny side.
"Well...one of us could help out...I mean, I can stay now till sunrise if you want some shut-eye?"
"No, none of you are ready to know what to look for or how even to react, it's best I take tonight then train you all gradually starting tomorrow"
He was going to try and defend himself and the group but decided against it, either the bushman knew what he was talking about - which was most likely - or he was in a mood with being stuck with them. Either way, Kai didn't
Short Story Starters 2Light from the crackling sun splintered into his eyes. He sheilded his sight with a palm quickly, refusing to be blinded so easily.
He longed to be back in sweet England with it's gloomy, grey-skied days which he welcomed so greatfully. This heat was rediculous and defiently relentless. He took comfort in the fact that he would be able to return home soon and meanwhile stuck to the shade of the brush which skirted alongside the path as he watched her.
Home soon. Yes, very soon.
Short story startersA faint clock alarm rand in the distance of Christine's mind, smothered and hidden by her blanket of dreams while she ignored it as usual. But a coldness was beginning to creep across her skin as she realised, yet again, that Brian had stolen all of the bed covers. Standard procedure.
He was being cruel to be kind really - she could never wake up on time alone.
Playfully she tugged blindly at the quilt that was wrapped around her husband like a cocoon, trying to regain her warmth but he had rolled the thing around him completely and was stuck fast.
A groan, groggy from half-sleep came from beneath the bulk of quilt.
Christine decided to let him sleep in peace...she had things to do anyway...
The Iris never wiltsVoice cracked and old but laughter wild with life,
pool-blue eyes and the smell of skin cream.
Wrinkled laughter-lines and hair like snow
with intellect and humour the deepest known.
Fire in the heart and a song in the soul
Nan i'll never forget you.