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Post by Addy on Oct 20, 2004 17:16:13 GMT -5
Last night (10-19-04), I wrote the rest of my story, entitled Ordinary Day. Please read Chapter One and two and judge it. If it's good, tell me you want more. If not put this sign: Thanks! Chapter One ~ The outsider on Greens Point * * * * * * The occupants of Greens Point had never seen anything like her. She walked don the street ith elegance and grace, staring at the atmosphere. Everything looked the same. There was still the snow-white thicket fence that went around every house, the green grasses that grew inside the fences, and the clean brown sidewalks. Only a few people were outside. Some were gardening, others enjoying the weather before August came, and every plant would go to it’s long slumber, as it did every year. The lady looked at the piece of paper in her hand. “Yes,” muttered she. “849.” Nothing had changed on Greens Point, and the the home of 849 was no exception. It was the color of a light blue, with brown shingles a top, lots of trees, and a white van in the driveway. She could smell lavender, and sweet memories flooded from the depths of her mind, but she put them away and set her mind to the task at hand. She stepped forward to the steps, and rang the doorbell. “Hello?” A chubby lady opened the door. The lady knew exactly who the woman was, and said, “ Um..... Hello, Mrs. Duff. I am a friend of Liam’s.” “Liam isn’t here right now. He’s on a business trip. I’m sorry. Should I tell him that you were here when he gets back?” The lady shook her head. Mrs. Duff squinted. “I apologize for being rude, but, why are you dressed so weird?” The lady sighed. “Could I please come in? I’ll explain. I don’t want to see Liam. Um... actually, I wanted to ask you a question. But, I would have to explain before I ask the question. And when I do explain, it would be a very long explanation. Just, please let me in.” Mrs. Duff looked up and down, paused, then, “All right.”<br>Inside the lady could smell dinner sizzling and cooking on a stove, tea being warmed up, and air freshener. The TV was on, showing an advertisement for Coke. The Lady smiled at the advertisement, remembering the first time she had Coke. Mrs. Duff saw the grin, and shook her head. “What a strange woman,” she thought. “Would you like a cup of tea?” was what she asked, though. “No.”<br>“Coffee?”<br>“No, thank you.”<br>“Well, would you like anything to drink?”<br>“Do you have any Coke?” The Lady pulled back a lock of short brown-blonde hair, and cocked her head, half looking at Mrs. Duff, and half looking at the T.V. “No, we don’t, actually. I’m sorry.” “It’s all right. I just wanted to know.”<br> Mrs. Duff turned off the TV and sat on the couch. The Lady didn’t mind. The Coke commercial was already over. *1.* “Would you like to sit down?” The Lady automatically plopped down onto the couch. “Could you tell me who you are?”<br>The lady shook her head. “How do you know my son?”<br>“He saved me from The Government. Well, that isn’t really the true story. Actually, he and I met at a tree. No. It wasn’t a tree. It was disguised as a tree. It was a portal from my world to his.”<br>Mrs. Duff furrowed her eyebrows. “What do you mean by that?”<br> The Lady sighed, and replied, “Let me start my story. Now, you must believe every word of it, even though I know you won’t want to, because every word of it might be mind blowing. You have to believe what I say, Mrs. Duff. Even though you Don’t think that we could have done any such thing. Are you ready?”<br> Mrs. Duff nodded, and began to listen.
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Post by Addy on Oct 20, 2004 17:16:48 GMT -5
Chapter Two ~ A Vision of Air “I don’t know who it started with, but it did start. At the exact moment that Avril Anniston thought she should run away, Liam Duff decided to skip school, and the slave Chardae was making cocoa for her cruel master.” “When what started?” “Our adventure.”<br>* * * * * * * The child, Avril Anniston, sighed and looked out at the scenery. She tried slouching, but that only brought a snap from her mother. “Sit up, Avril. Now! The Prince Paris isn’t going to marry an ugly hunchback. He’s going to marry my daughter Avril Anniston, the beautiful girl that dances gracefully, the richest wench of all Greece, and soon to be richer.”<br> Avril clenched her teeth, and straightened her spine to face her mother. “We’re almost there. The Prince Paris will be thrilled to see you. He fancies you.”<br> The chariot slowed down to a stop. The guards took hold of the woman’s hand and the girls hand, and led them to the huge white building. “Behave yourself, Avril. This is the prince we are talking about. You must behave yourself. This will increase our income if he gives you a betrothal contract,” her mother hissed in her ear. “Besides-- don’t you want to be empress?”<br> When her mother and the guards weren’t looking, Avril spit on the statue of the prince, and whispered, “Over my dead body will you marry me.” She knew that the statue couldn't hear her, but it made her satisfied to have her emotions about this marriage out. She had never agreed to anything, and the prince was already acting as if they were married. She despised him, she hated his father, but most of all, she loathed her parents. Her father was a politician, and her mother was an wicked, charming liar. She could almost imagine her parents as slaves working for the emperor, crying at his feet. Heat being pushed into their backs, and hard labor taking away all of their glamor..... “Avril! So glad to see you, my love, my darling,” said the prince. He gave Avril a kiss on the cheek, and soon after, she wiped it off onto her hand and into her tunic. “Why don’t you and Avril go into the Royal Gardens?” The Emperor asked his son. He nodded and took her hand. After Prince Paris told all the guards to leave them, and once they were outside, tearing her hand from his, she cried out, “You don’t have to pretend! I don’t mind if you don’t like me!”<br> Prince Paris seemed confused. “I don’t understand, sweetheart. What do you mean?” “Stop with that sweetheart business! I barely know you. Listen, Prince Paris, I don’t want to be in this betrothal as much as you do, and I most certainly do not want to get married.” She kicked the ground with her gold sandals and started to walk off. “Where are you going?” he questioned. “I dunno, and I don’ care.” “Wait up!” Paris cried. “Wait, my love, for I can not stay here without your heart.” Avril rolled her eyes, and turned around. “Please don’t preach poetry to me, Prince Paris.” “Why not? I cannot contain my emotion that bubbles up inside me, and soars out into your heart! With all the love that I posses, I hope you will--” “How about a game of hide-and-seek? If you find
*3.* me, you get to tell me all the poetry and love and kiss me all you want. If you can’t find me, then you must leave me alone, and never call me sweetheart, lover, my love, darling, or anything, and you won’t tell me how beautiful I look, or how I compare to Hera herself, or how Venus has put a spell on you to love me. Do you understand the consequences about this game?” He nodded, and she was glad he didn’t object. “Now: count to fifty, and come find me. I’ll hide in the garden” He nodded once again, and pressed his head to the stone bench. Avril ran quietly on the pathway, trying to get as far away from him as she could. Right, left, right, right, left, left, left. She turned here and there, getting herself lost in the gardens, hoping that he wouldn’t find her, wondering if she could die in here, too late for anybody to save her. She finally stopped at a stone bench in front of a huge, giant tree. She decided that she should rest for a while, to keep her mind off of that horrible Prince Paris. While she was staring off into space, she noticed that the tree had strange markings on it, like someone had drawn on the trunk of the tree. She got up and knelt down to the tree to get a better look. It was Latin. Her tudor (Sadly it was the same as Prince Paris’s. Usually Prince Paris would send her objects through him, things like wooden toy horses and dates. When she would get them, she would take slave children and give them the present, and they’d gladly accept. Thankfully, she had to get ready for marriage, so she stopped school.) had taught her Latin, and she often spoke it (to herself) fluently. Moss covered most of the message up, so Avril had to use her hands to see what this foretold. She couldn’t make it out quite clearly, but well enough to understand that this was a work of poetry, and the poet had engraved it into this tree long ago. It read, “Doubts, desires and drives are taken here, where only the silence can be broken and fixed into something new, set in love and prosperity, have a new life to have a sense of wonder in, cure all thoughts of your worries about this endless Life that you have.
Step through the door, and find yourself on the dancing floor. Through this place you shall go or wonder shall enslave you for all eternity, your curiosity will catch the better of you. Do not put yourself in such a passion.
Step through the door, and find yourself on the dancing floor.”<br>
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Post by Addy on Oct 20, 2004 17:17:36 GMT -5
Avril stood up. Before she could think, she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Prince Paris. Just then, Avril’s brilliant mind found a plan. “Oh, why, hello, my love. I suppose the heart cannot run away from it’s soul.” “I guess it’s not so, sweetheart,” Prince Paris replied. “Paris, my dear, my darling, my lover, your betrothed does not feel very well. May we go inside so that I can express my feelings for you much better?” “What do you wish, lover?” Paris asked. Avril’s mind raced. What was she supposed to say? She hated this prince, and didn’t ever like the site of him. He was an idiot, and she just wanted to leave it at that. “My love?” ‘Say something romantic!’ she thought. ‘Oh, I know!’ He was waiting for an answer, almost drooling to hear her voice. “My love, I want nothing but the stars above to kiss our faces, and the gods to bless us with love, so that we may be true to each other, and for me to show a desire of lust and affection for you.” All of this felt like acid on her tongue. She hated Prince Paris, and she didn’t feel any of this nonsense for him. However, now, this plan--this wonderful plan--would get her out of this betrothal, and give her freedom! Prince Paris leaned forward to her face, and Avril suddenly realized what this was, this affection for her that he was showing, and she replied, “Oh, my sweet, sweet, lover, Paris. Let us do that later. There is so much to talk about. I want to know everything about you, till I can read your expression.” “Do you understand what I was doing, my love?” he asked. “Yes.” She nodded. She was either a very good actress, or Prince Paris couldn't tell how her moods changed so quickly. “Let us go farther into the garden, love. The roses are so beautiful. Do you not think so, Paris, darling?” Paris stood there, then ran up to her. “Not as nearly as beautiful as you, my passion.”<br> Avril had to endure more poetry, him holding her hand, and a ton kisses (In the end, he finally got his way. Avril knew he would have any way. She also thought it would be more convincing. Still, though-- it tasted as brutal, as if all of the world was draining the life out from her lips.). When they got back, the emperor exclaimed, “Look at the lovers, Aphelia. They make me proud. I wish I was that much in love at their age. They are the most beautiful and handsome children that I have ever seen. They will make the fairest children in all of the world.” Avril stood tall, and squeezed Paris’s hand. She looked as passionately at Paris as she could. “Come here, girl.” Avril walked up to the emperor. “Pretty, girl, pretty girl..... I marvel at your beauty. My son has chosen well....” “He chose me to be his wife?!” “Well, of course. How else are you going to get you?” Avril realized her flaw, and said, “If it was I who was the princess, daughter of you, I would have chosen my lover, my darling Paris, for he is my lover eternally, and I can only be his. Forever.” Her mother said simply, “Of course.” When the emperor let go of her face, she went to Paris and kissed him straight on the mouth. Avril thought she almost went too far when her mother had to pull her off Paris, and his father off of Avril.
*5.* “Till I see you again, my goddess of my heart,” Paris whispered in her ear. ‘How long was I kissing than boy?’ she thought to herself. “When will I see Paris again, Mother?” she questioned, trying to sound eager. “<br>You are to see him in three days,” Mother stated while stepping onto the chariot. “I’m glad that you are in love with Prince Paris. You even dare to call him Paris, and not use his formal name.” “Of course. He lets me call him that. I thought that every lover called his or her lover by their name.” “Not everybody, sweet.” “Oh,” replied the liar, and she then set her mind to work.
* * * * * * She had about a week-and-a-half to escape from this wedding, and in those days she would perfect her scheme so that it did not have one tiny flaw anywhere. Her plan was something that she had wanted since the first day she could remember her tortured life. ‘It is my “Vision of Air,”’ Avril thought happily. ‘I am to finally breathe the fresh freedom.’ Nobody anywhere could stop her now.
* * * * * * On the day that she got to see Paris, she faked all the poetry she could, and behaved like the good little princess that she was supposed to be. He showered her with kisses when she came, and left to the garden without anybody saying any encouragement. He kissed her even more passionately in the garden, and said things like, “I love you,” and Avril replied, “I always wonder if you are a god on earth, my savior,” or “All the words in the world cannot express how much love I have for you,” and, “Do not stop finding the key to my heart, my love. Find it and unlock the temple within.” With every word she felt like should would rather die and eat poison and thought of every worse outcome than this. She was kissing the Prince! Kissing the Prince of Troy, Paris! Avril decided that she had drank enough of her own lies, and said, “Lover, ‘tis getting dark. I cannot see your face in the dark, and if I do not see it, I shall be scared and long for your handsome face.” He answered her, saying, “I understand, my passionate flame. I don’t wish for you to catch an illness. Let us go back.”<br>He put his hands around her and commanded, “Wait.” Paris kissed her long and hard and lustful. He let her go, and then they left. “Avril, your staying at the emperor’s palace for three nights,” Mother said. “All right,” Avril said. She tried to put on a happy face, but she couldn’t. She had to stay at the prince’s house. He could say anything to her at any time, and Nobody would ever care, because they were betrothed. She would have to eat up all of these fibs. No. They weren’t fibs-- she was playing his heart. Playing. Playing love as if it was a game. She had to stop. Paris took her hand and led her up to a chamber slave. “Take her to her room and make sure she is well fit. Give her the best clothes, the best sheets, the
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Post by Addy on Oct 20, 2004 17:19:25 GMT -5
best room. Do you understand, wench?” The slave nodded. Avril started to follow her up, but then Paris took her hand, and said, “Love,” then let her go. She ran up the marble stairs once more. When she was alone, she spat out all of the spit she had in her mouth into the sink, next rinsed it out with water, then spit again. “Are you okay, Madame?” the slave asked. “No. I don’t think I’ll ever be.” “Do you need tonic, Madame?” “It isn’t that kind of sickness.” “Love sick?” “No,” muttered Avril. “Prince sick.”<br> The days passed slowly. They would go to the sea, go on a horseback ride, play a game of coin. After the three days, the emperor sent her home in a chariot, where her parents were waiting for her return. The day that she arrived, they started working on her wedding (particularly on her), seeing which color dress matched her eyes, how she would have her hair as, which flowers to put in her hair, did the sandals go good with the belt, or should they...... etc. She had her hair pinched, her eyebrows poked and jabbed at, but still it was better than listening to his nonsense talk. That only made her ears, hands and lips go numb, not mention her brain. This only made her physical parts hurt. Her mind and spirit were in her Vision of Air, and that cured her for the most part.
The day night of the reception came, and Avril stood there with an clod beside her, dressed in one of the best tunics anywhere. Her dress was a beautiful turquoise, with a red sash and her shoes to match it. In her hair were charming pins that had gold delicate butterflies and that fluttered whenever she moved. She had jade going up and down her body in the form of bracelets, and her brown curls bounced with grace. She looked to her betrothed, and then to the guests, which where people who she didn’t even know. “Darling,” she whispered to Paris. “Who are all these people?” Paris, who was busy shaking everybody who entered the building, replied to Avril softly, “Our guests, dear. The King of Greece, Princess of Sparta, Queen of Turkey, Prince of...” “But I don’t know these people, honey. Lover, I don’t know anybody here at all. Could I go and get myself aquatinted with them?” Paris looked at her from the corner of his eyes. “No, my love. Avril, Father told us to stay here. We must shake the hands of our guests.” Avril put a curl behind her ear. “I only meant to ask, lover. Do not get mad at me.” “I could never to you, goddess,” he whispered. “I love you more--” A huge man swooped down upon paris and gave them a wind-knocking hug. Avril bit her lip, and Paris’s eyes seemed to bulge out. “Hello. King. Of. Sparta,” Paris said through about twenty puffs of breathe. “Greetings, Paris,” the King of Sparta answered. “I suppose that this is your love.” “Yes.” Paris leaned over and kissed Avril’s right cheek. “This is my love of my life,
*7.* the goddess of my heart, and my truelove, Avril. Tomorrow she will be mine and Troy’s forever. Our Princess Avril. My bride. My wife. My betrothed. My lover.” He kissed her face several more times, and then the King of Sparta kissed both sides of her cheeks and embraced her once again. “Such love the world has never seen before. This can cause all of Troy to look beyond their faults and see what beauty there is in the world! I give you my blessings, lovers. Hail the Prince Paris and Princess Avril! Hail Troy! Hail the Prince and Princess of Troy! Hail!” He shook there hands once more, then hissed, “Long live the Emperor Paris and Empress Avril!”<br> Avril was sickened by those words, but kept a straight face. She found she was a good actress when she had to be.
When the shaking of hands was over, Paris took Avril’s own hand and steered her to a group of people their age. “Salutations, friends. This is my betrothed, Avril.” Once again, Paris kissed her on the cheek for the.... she had lost count. Avril grinned and said hello to everybody there. “We wish you the best of luck with your marriage,” a girl said. She was very pretty; stunning, actually. She was wearing a red tunic with a golden sash. On the red was a pattern of black spots, and gold chains were all around her neck and head, giving her a real goddess look, more than Avril could ever be like, despite her betrothed’s insists. Her eyes were a gray, the kind that made Avril shiver to glance at, and her hair was a shiny black, like midnight sky. She told them, “I am Helen, and I am to be married to the Prince of Sparta.” Avril gave a glance at Paris. He was eyeing Helen as if to see if she was more attractive than Avril. If Avril would have liked Paris, she would probably feel a twinge of jealousy, but now all she felt was relief. When she left, Paris would probably not look for her, and Helen could be his new betrothed. Next to Helen, a boy very muscular with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes replied, “I’m Achilles.” He was wearing a silver tunic, much simpler than Paris’s or anybody else's. Well, actually, Paris wasn’t even wearing a tunic-- he was wearing a toga, symbolizing that he was superior than all the other male children. Avril realized that Achilles was different, not only physically, but mentally. However, he wasn’t different like, better different, or worse different, he just stood out, like her. She thought to herself, ‘He wants more than this life, just like me. He wants his own Vision of Air, too. I think I might...’ She could tell that he didn’t want to be here as much as she did either. Paris and Avril left the group, and Paris went to go talk to the other royalties. Avril went to a table were there were drinks and food left out, then told herself in her mind, ‘This is it.’ She glanced around to see if anybody was looking at her, then took a handful of cheese and walked out into the garden. Nobody was out there. ‘Good. I won’t be seen when I leave.’<br> She slipped passed, careful not to make any sound with her butterfly pins. Once outside and out of sight, she ran quickly to the tree that had the
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Post by Addy on Oct 20, 2004 17:20:56 GMT -5
engravements on the trunk. “‘Step through the door and find yourself on the dancing floor...’” she echoed softly. “Step through.... Step through what?” Then she noticed a crack that went around the up from the roots to the middle of the trunk. She pushed on it slightly. It budge a bit, but she couldn’t see what was inside. She imagined a tunnel that led from Troy to the beach. She pushed harder, her mind racing on what was inside, wondering if this was her freedom. It cracked open and light poured through the darkness like a sun rise breaking through to the world, a Vision of Air creeping through suffocation and bring new life. “There is something in there,” she breathed, and pressed with all her strength. She had to get through. She at least had to see her own Vision of Air. And then there it was-- her Vision of Air. It was not a tunnel, neither anything she had ever seen before. It was a world. A world that she had found. And it was all her own. Her own actual Vision of Air. Except it did look like a Vision of Air. There it was, just there, like a window into an open space. It hung in the garden, surrounded by bark. Inside the Vision of Air was a street. It didn’t even look like Avril’s own world. It had huge oak trees, and strange white ground that looked too solid was on either side. Cemented ground was in between the two white grounds. Snowy parts of wood was crisscrossed and went around each building. The buildings were colored pink, light green, and pale. The buildings were not made of marble, but of the same type of material of the crisscrossed wood.
“Avril! Avril!” Avril could hear her name being called, and knew exactly who is was: Paris. “Well, it’s now or never,” she said to herself. She looked around for the last time as a memory of this world, and went on into the next.
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Post by Hunter on Dec 13, 2004 14:14:49 GMT -5
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