So yet again I've been working on a story though this time I thought that I was going to have things be a little more realistic instead of the whole vampire werewolf thing. Though of course knowing me there's bound to have those sorts of thing. In this story it's going to be a small reflection of my life and the way that I see it through my eyes and in my mind. All of this centering around a star. The 5 points bringing about a different 'race'. There's Angel, Warlock, Shifter, Demon, and Mortals. Yes a few of my friends will be in it so make sure that you look for yourself. Hopefully I'll make your character do justice to your personalities.This is the preface:
A soft buzzing noise filled the interior of the car as it weaved around sets of sharp corners. Flashing by in blurs of green screening, rich emerald green pine trees over powered the mountain the car was shooting around. Where there wasn’t green there was strips of brown from the tree trunks and the clay like ground they broke free of. Pressing her face against the cool glass of the SUV Ariel tried to see if there was any form of blue sky to be seen. Sighing she found there was nothing more then a tick quilt-like blanket of gray cloud threatening to cut off any oxygen the girl could gasp for in a matter of moments. Sinking into her seat she tried desperately to rip her eyes away from the enclosing walls of green. It wasn’t until she looked up that she realized her mother’s eyes were on her from the rear-view mirror. The woman’s eyes were sharp as her lips moved in a fierce way. As if the woman’s words weren’t meant to be heard, to be understood Ariel’s thumb swirled around the touch pad of her iPod to dim the music.
“Huh?” escaped from Ariel’s lips as she noticed her mom looked slightly annoyed. Though Ariel knew the typical answer that came next she couldn’t help her deer in the headlights look, it was typically for this act. Just like always her mom shook her head and spoke in an annoyance as her hands worked away at the steering wheel causing the white SUV to around another sharp corner. This time Ariel made out the numbers ‘25’ as they pasted what felt like the millionth speed limit/caution sigh. This time the speedometer read 45.
“Yeah huh,” the woman called back as she instantly turned the wheel the opposite direction pulling through the ‘s’ shaped curve. Ariel thought she was going to be sick, reaching over she started to roll down the window a little. She was never one to get car sick but she had her moments, this was one of them. The bitter chill of air pressed against her face from outside. The icy shock sent chills throughout her body and froze her bones. With a defeated sigh she rolled up the window, she would rather deal with being car sick.
“I can’t help it, between the curves and Troy’s awful singing,” giving a playful grin she gabbed a finger into the back of the passenger stead she sat behind. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, something her parents knew to her voice all to well. Troy proceeded to roll his eyes which Ariel ad caught in the passenger side rear-view mirror, with that there was a shake of his head. The battle was almost routine when it came to these kinds of trips. Country music that sounded as if it came straight out of the trailer park, at least in Ariel’s opinion, blasted through the car’s speakers. Meanwhile Ariel’s ears were getting a full blast of music from her headphones. Her taste in music slowly changing as the changes in society and urbanization shifted. Having started in the up tight suburban neighborhoods of home everything tilted into small towns, everything being very simple and pulled from the busy world. At the moment she was listening to a mix of laid back, acoustic, hippie style music, the kind that seemed all to fitting for the towns they drove through. Her mind flashed back to a few, the shortest one seeming as if it was a mile long and even shorter wide.
The SUV reared around another ‘s’ shaped curve. Groaning Ariel’s eyes shifted over to the left and forcing her vision past the trees. Searching she soon found what she was looking for. A small, rapid flowing, at least at this time of year, murky, muddy river ran along side of the road. Out of a small excitement she looked to the nose of the car to see farther ahead. The small river diced through the Earth and drew closer to the road up ahead. That meant one thing to Ariel, they were closer. Next thing she knew the car skimmed over a bridge and the river disappeared. Moments later it reappeared to her right. Next the SUV shot itself out of the green walls of forest Ariel had preoccupied herself with so much on the drive. There was now a wall of hills on the left with houses plopped on top of them. With a small curve to the road it soon ran perfectly along side the river, her mind was no longer focused on that though. Instead Ariel looked to the houses and tried to depict which was the right one. Before she could guess the SUV pulled up one of the gravel driveways to a cream colored home. Behind it full and skyscraper like pine trees loomed up over the house’s roof. Unlocking her door and pulling on the handle Ariel fell out of the car with her eyes fixed on the massive trees. From the front of the house all she could see was the tops of the trees, she could only guess as to how massive the trunks were.
Ariel was in her shocked state of mind for only so long before she heard a voice she knew all too well and the name that followed it. Drawing her eyes away from the tree tops they instantly fell onto a fuller version of her own body style. It was an older woman with short bobbed off frosted hair. Every time Ariel saw the woman she wondered if she ever aged in Ariel’s lifetime. “Hi my honey bun,” called the woman with opened arms and a bright smile for her granddaughter. “Hi grandma,” the girl cooed back as she strode over with the same out stretched arms and hugged the blonde woman. The hug was short as another little blonde ran over for attention. Ariel’s grandmother let her go to hug the little girl at her waist. Ariel’s blood boiled as the sweet homey feeling she had from hugging her grandmother flew out the window. Tuning the scene out she made her way back to the SUV and started to unload her things. The only thing she caught as far as hearing went was Troy calling out, “Lily, come unload your things.” There was a loud ‘ok’ as if the girl was miles away then shifting of gravel under her feet. Ariel wondered if the extra noise was really needed, she figured it was either a cry for attention so everything was about her, like always, or, just to annoy the hell out of Ariel. Pressing her pillow against her chest Ariel walked towards the house’s back door and figured it didn’t matter which one was intended, they were both working.
Walking into the house the smell of burning wood mixed with an under lay of sulfur and sea salt. She had no idea what it smelt like apart or what it would to someone else, to Ariel though, it smelt like Grandma’s house. Making her way through the chilly back room she passed through a small narrow wooden hallway to the main piece of the house. Hanging to her left was a small hall lined with pictures, some of her as a kid. Against the left wall was a door leading to the bathroom, straight down the hall was her grandparent’s room. To her right was an extra bedroom that her parents would be staying in. Stepping to the left she walked around the hard wood stove sitting right in front of the first hallway she walked down. Flames danced about behind the glass of it. The flickering flames causing the elk engraving in the glass appear more lively. Sitting across the hall from the fireplace was a wooden rocking chair. Walking by the wooden chair Ariel’s fingertips slide over its smooth surface, memories of her sitting in it while her mother and grandmother buzzed about in the kitchen made her smile.
To avoid running into the dining room table in front of her Ariel hung a left and walked a few steps over to the couch, there she laid her pillow down and opened the ends of her pillow case. Next she was pulling out a few random objects, the first being a cell phone that was set on the end table next to the couch for later use. Following the cell phone came a small leather jacket, something that Ariel had taken off in the car out of a fit of heat. As she continued to unpack her grandmother walked into the living room and looked over the different objects her granddaughter had unpacked, most of which was black.
“Goodness me, why it looks like you’re turning into quite the character,” the woman commented as her eyes rested on the leather jacket. Ariel simply waved it off with a nervous laugh. As her grandma walked of Ariel thought over how much she really had changed. She had no idea as to whether or not her changed had been for the better or if it was really all that big. It was no doubt that her appearance had changed, the evidence hung on her grandma’s walls. Images of a blonde little girl with Ariel’s bright blue eyes and in dresses, now the only dresses she could stand was something slimming and black, of course. Her hair was no longer its bleach blonde like her grandmothers but instead a choppy copper mess that brushed into her left eye. Staring out over the older pictures of her she thought over the carefree times she had back then, the smile that was on the little girl’s face. She thought of the days when that smiled faded away, it still didn’t feel as thought it was fully back at all either. It wasn’t just her smile that had changed either or the hair color. Even Ariel’s eyes were the spark like blue that they once had been. Now they were a dim blue, the color of a lake on a full moon’s night. When looking in a mirror and through the changes Ariel had never once seen these traits changing, now that she had looked closer though it was clear as day. Fact of the matter now was she couldn’t help but look over the pictures and wonder if that childish smile would ever come back.
A soft buzzing noise filled the interior of the car as it weaved around sets of sharp corners. Flashing by in blurs of green screening, rich emerald green pine trees over powered the mountain the car was shooting around. Where there wasn’t green there was strips of brown from the tree trunks and the clay like ground they broke free of. Pressing her face against the cool glass of the SUV Ariel tried to see if there was any form of blue sky to be seen. Sighing she found there was nothing more then a tick quilt-like blanket of gray cloud threatening to cut off any oxygen the girl could gasp for in a matter of moments. Sinking into her seat she tried desperately to rip her eyes away from the enclosing walls of green. It wasn’t until she looked up that she realized her mother’s eyes were on her from the rear-view mirror. The woman’s eyes were sharp as her lips moved in a fierce way. As if the woman’s words weren’t meant to be heard, to be understood Ariel’s thumb swirled around the touch pad of her iPod to dim the music.
“Huh?” escaped from Ariel’s lips as she noticed her mom looked slightly annoyed. Though Ariel knew the typical answer that came next she couldn’t help her deer in the headlights look, it was typically for this act. Just like always her mom shook her head and spoke in an annoyance as her hands worked away at the steering wheel causing the white SUV to around another sharp corner. This time Ariel made out the numbers ‘25’ as they pasted what felt like the millionth speed limit/caution sigh. This time the speedometer read 45.
“Yeah huh,” the woman called back as she instantly turned the wheel the opposite direction pulling through the ‘s’ shaped curve. Ariel thought she was going to be sick, reaching over she started to roll down the window a little. She was never one to get car sick but she had her moments, this was one of them. The bitter chill of air pressed against her face from outside. The icy shock sent chills throughout her body and froze her bones. With a defeated sigh she rolled up the window, she would rather deal with being car sick.
“I can’t help it, between the curves and Troy’s awful singing,” giving a playful grin she gabbed a finger into the back of the passenger stead she sat behind. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, something her parents knew to her voice all to well. Troy proceeded to roll his eyes which Ariel ad caught in the passenger side rear-view mirror, with that there was a shake of his head. The battle was almost routine when it came to these kinds of trips. Country music that sounded as if it came straight out of the trailer park, at least in Ariel’s opinion, blasted through the car’s speakers. Meanwhile Ariel’s ears were getting a full blast of music from her headphones. Her taste in music slowly changing as the changes in society and urbanization shifted. Having started in the up tight suburban neighborhoods of home everything tilted into small towns, everything being very simple and pulled from the busy world. At the moment she was listening to a mix of laid back, acoustic, hippie style music, the kind that seemed all to fitting for the towns they drove through. Her mind flashed back to a few, the shortest one seeming as if it was a mile long and even shorter wide.
The SUV reared around another ‘s’ shaped curve. Groaning Ariel’s eyes shifted over to the left and forcing her vision past the trees. Searching she soon found what she was looking for. A small, rapid flowing, at least at this time of year, murky, muddy river ran along side of the road. Out of a small excitement she looked to the nose of the car to see farther ahead. The small river diced through the Earth and drew closer to the road up ahead. That meant one thing to Ariel, they were closer. Next thing she knew the car skimmed over a bridge and the river disappeared. Moments later it reappeared to her right. Next the SUV shot itself out of the green walls of forest Ariel had preoccupied herself with so much on the drive. There was now a wall of hills on the left with houses plopped on top of them. With a small curve to the road it soon ran perfectly along side the river, her mind was no longer focused on that though. Instead Ariel looked to the houses and tried to depict which was the right one. Before she could guess the SUV pulled up one of the gravel driveways to a cream colored home. Behind it full and skyscraper like pine trees loomed up over the house’s roof. Unlocking her door and pulling on the handle Ariel fell out of the car with her eyes fixed on the massive trees. From the front of the house all she could see was the tops of the trees, she could only guess as to how massive the trunks were.
Ariel was in her shocked state of mind for only so long before she heard a voice she knew all too well and the name that followed it. Drawing her eyes away from the tree tops they instantly fell onto a fuller version of her own body style. It was an older woman with short bobbed off frosted hair. Every time Ariel saw the woman she wondered if she ever aged in Ariel’s lifetime. “Hi my honey bun,” called the woman with opened arms and a bright smile for her granddaughter. “Hi grandma,” the girl cooed back as she strode over with the same out stretched arms and hugged the blonde woman. The hug was short as another little blonde ran over for attention. Ariel’s grandmother let her go to hug the little girl at her waist. Ariel’s blood boiled as the sweet homey feeling she had from hugging her grandmother flew out the window. Tuning the scene out she made her way back to the SUV and started to unload her things. The only thing she caught as far as hearing went was Troy calling out, “Lily, come unload your things.” There was a loud ‘ok’ as if the girl was miles away then shifting of gravel under her feet. Ariel wondered if the extra noise was really needed, she figured it was either a cry for attention so everything was about her, like always, or, just to annoy the hell out of Ariel. Pressing her pillow against her chest Ariel walked towards the house’s back door and figured it didn’t matter which one was intended, they were both working.
Walking into the house the smell of burning wood mixed with an under lay of sulfur and sea salt. She had no idea what it smelt like apart or what it would to someone else, to Ariel though, it smelt like Grandma’s house. Making her way through the chilly back room she passed through a small narrow wooden hallway to the main piece of the house. Hanging to her left was a small hall lined with pictures, some of her as a kid. Against the left wall was a door leading to the bathroom, straight down the hall was her grandparent’s room. To her right was an extra bedroom that her parents would be staying in. Stepping to the left she walked around the hard wood stove sitting right in front of the first hallway she walked down. Flames danced about behind the glass of it. The flickering flames causing the elk engraving in the glass appear more lively. Sitting across the hall from the fireplace was a wooden rocking chair. Walking by the wooden chair Ariel’s fingertips slide over its smooth surface, memories of her sitting in it while her mother and grandmother buzzed about in the kitchen made her smile.
To avoid running into the dining room table in front of her Ariel hung a left and walked a few steps over to the couch, there she laid her pillow down and opened the ends of her pillow case. Next she was pulling out a few random objects, the first being a cell phone that was set on the end table next to the couch for later use. Following the cell phone came a small leather jacket, something that Ariel had taken off in the car out of a fit of heat. As she continued to unpack her grandmother walked into the living room and looked over the different objects her granddaughter had unpacked, most of which was black.
“Goodness me, why it looks like you’re turning into quite the character,” the woman commented as her eyes rested on the leather jacket. Ariel simply waved it off with a nervous laugh. As her grandma walked of Ariel thought over how much she really had changed. She had no idea as to whether or not her changed had been for the better or if it was really all that big. It was no doubt that her appearance had changed, the evidence hung on her grandma’s walls. Images of a blonde little girl with Ariel’s bright blue eyes and in dresses, now the only dresses she could stand was something slimming and black, of course. Her hair was no longer its bleach blonde like her grandmothers but instead a choppy copper mess that brushed into her left eye. Staring out over the older pictures of her she thought over the carefree times she had back then, the smile that was on the little girl’s face. She thought of the days when that smiled faded away, it still didn’t feel as thought it was fully back at all either. It wasn’t just her smile that had changed either or the hair color. Even Ariel’s eyes were the spark like blue that they once had been. Now they were a dim blue, the color of a lake on a full moon’s night. When looking in a mirror and through the changes Ariel had never once seen these traits changing, now that she had looked closer though it was clear as day. Fact of the matter now was she couldn’t help but look over the pictures and wonder if that childish smile would ever come back.
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