Post by What Addiction? on Nov 2, 2007 12:22:08 GMT -8
This is just some rubbish piece i had to do for school, i thought i might as well put it up here.
Tom, Mary’s cat, is perched atop an old copper boiler, staring straight at me. I’ve learned to ignore the old tabby; he’s not causing any harm. Mary, the old woman, weaves her way around the shop, making clumsy pathways through the sea of junk. Old tricycles, broken lamps, the old guitar which was missing a few strings; they could all be found in the palace of junk that was known as “Mary’s Collectables”.
“Tom? Tom, dear?” She calls weakly from the other side of the shop, a dish of creamy milk in her frail, old hands. Tom was not distracted, he continued to stare intently into red eyes. Mary looks over at me, but I remain hidden, deep in the dark depths of my mirror. My face stayed invisible. She knows that there is something odd about my mirror, she’s caught the odd glimpse of my silver crown, she’s seen the black spiders that gather loyaly beside me.
Ah, the spiders. I once collected them as pets, but since that monk - may he be forever damned - shut me away in this cursed mirror, this the closest I have been able to get. I often wished that the beautiful arachnids were larger, stronger, and able to locate and return my powers - in the form of that blasted stone - to me. Then, I would blast that monk to fringes of existance! But alas, I am stuck here, condemned to watching “The life and times of Mary and her fat cat” forever.
I hear the shop’s bell’s pathetic tinkle, meaning that someone has entered Mary’s domain. I cannot see the new arrival, as my mirror is facing away from the door. I do, however, catch a few muffled words from the visitor’s hushed conversation with Mary. From what i can discern, he (the voice was distinctly male) was talking about me! I lurch forwards out of shock, almost revealing my ugly, ancient disembodied face to the world. Then, Mary shuffles into my line of sight, persued closely by the man. He is in his early twenties, I would guess. He has black hair (obviously dyed), a fairly average face, and he is clad from head to toe in pure black clothing. His right eyebrow has a silver stud jammed into it, and his left ear has a thick black ring dangling from the lobe.
I chuckle silently as his big black boots clumsily manouvre their way towards me. Tom hisses as the man walks by, but they both keep their eyes fixated upon me. The man’s shocking blue eyes have the same look as Tom’s yellow ones, as though they can see into the depths of my soul. When he reaches me, he leans towards the opaque black surface of my mirror. He whisperes softly;
“I know who you are.”
When the black sheet is lifted from me, i find myself in a dark, candle-lit room. The only window is covered by a heavy black drape, there are no electrical sockets,and several black candles are dotted around the room. I am several inches above the black-carpeted floor, so I judge that I am on a table of some kind. Before me, the man clad in black is sat cross-legged quietly chanting my name.
“Ba’al, Ba’al, Ba’al”
He obviously knows I’m here, so I float silently to the front of my mirror and use what is left of my power to steal some snippets of information from that man’s mind.
He is called Dretton Spire... unusual name. Ah, he is named after some musician he is related to. He is studying in college.. College! I’ve heard enough. There’s no way I’m going to be bossed around by a student! He is unprotected and vulnerable, so i decide it might be fun to mess around with him a bit.
“I, Ba’al, master of the mirror and fufiller of dreams, come loyaly to you, Dretton Spire!” I shout dramatically, making Dretton jump. He gasps excitedly, like a child at christmas, and he steps forwards.
“I, Dretton.. uhm.. call upon you to do.. my.. er.. bidding.”
A slight smile twitches in the corner of my mouth.
“Of course, my master. What services do you require?”
He is lost for words, he probably expected me to resist.
“Uh.. I want you to kill Jason Andrews.”
I had heard mary talking about Andrews, he was some political leader. Whatever bad deeds he had done, they would have been exaggerated by the media, and there was no way I was going to kill him.
Suddenly, i realise that this could be my chance to escape!
“Of course, but first i will need to be released from this mirror.”
Dretton looks a bit aprehensive.
“Erm.. OK. How do i do that?”
The stone! He must have the carved stone with my powers; it’s the only way he could know about the mirror.
“The carved stone. It can smash the glass.”
Nodding, Dretton takes an engraved stone from his pocket. He raises it above his head, before bringing it down onto the cool, calm surface of the mirror.
The glass falls away before me, revealing the inmpossibly deep back of the mirror. I breathe the musty air deeply, smelling the unmistakable scent of frankinsence. Dretton is visibly shocked by my change in appearance. My tanned, wrinkled skin has turned a deep blue-grey, and is hard and crusty. My silver crown has turned into a ring of shiny silver-tipped horns, protrouding from my head. Thankfully, I now have a body, with six fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot. I have no clothes, I have no need for them.
I smile madly, and after stepping out of my mirror, i slap Dretton with the back of my clawed hand, sending him flying across the room. He crumples, unconcious, and I walk striaght through the wall,leaving Dretton, the stone, and the shards of my broken mirror behind.
(c) Whataddiction 2007
Tom, Mary’s cat, is perched atop an old copper boiler, staring straight at me. I’ve learned to ignore the old tabby; he’s not causing any harm. Mary, the old woman, weaves her way around the shop, making clumsy pathways through the sea of junk. Old tricycles, broken lamps, the old guitar which was missing a few strings; they could all be found in the palace of junk that was known as “Mary’s Collectables”.
“Tom? Tom, dear?” She calls weakly from the other side of the shop, a dish of creamy milk in her frail, old hands. Tom was not distracted, he continued to stare intently into red eyes. Mary looks over at me, but I remain hidden, deep in the dark depths of my mirror. My face stayed invisible. She knows that there is something odd about my mirror, she’s caught the odd glimpse of my silver crown, she’s seen the black spiders that gather loyaly beside me.
Ah, the spiders. I once collected them as pets, but since that monk - may he be forever damned - shut me away in this cursed mirror, this the closest I have been able to get. I often wished that the beautiful arachnids were larger, stronger, and able to locate and return my powers - in the form of that blasted stone - to me. Then, I would blast that monk to fringes of existance! But alas, I am stuck here, condemned to watching “The life and times of Mary and her fat cat” forever.
I hear the shop’s bell’s pathetic tinkle, meaning that someone has entered Mary’s domain. I cannot see the new arrival, as my mirror is facing away from the door. I do, however, catch a few muffled words from the visitor’s hushed conversation with Mary. From what i can discern, he (the voice was distinctly male) was talking about me! I lurch forwards out of shock, almost revealing my ugly, ancient disembodied face to the world. Then, Mary shuffles into my line of sight, persued closely by the man. He is in his early twenties, I would guess. He has black hair (obviously dyed), a fairly average face, and he is clad from head to toe in pure black clothing. His right eyebrow has a silver stud jammed into it, and his left ear has a thick black ring dangling from the lobe.
I chuckle silently as his big black boots clumsily manouvre their way towards me. Tom hisses as the man walks by, but they both keep their eyes fixated upon me. The man’s shocking blue eyes have the same look as Tom’s yellow ones, as though they can see into the depths of my soul. When he reaches me, he leans towards the opaque black surface of my mirror. He whisperes softly;
“I know who you are.”
When the black sheet is lifted from me, i find myself in a dark, candle-lit room. The only window is covered by a heavy black drape, there are no electrical sockets,and several black candles are dotted around the room. I am several inches above the black-carpeted floor, so I judge that I am on a table of some kind. Before me, the man clad in black is sat cross-legged quietly chanting my name.
“Ba’al, Ba’al, Ba’al”
He obviously knows I’m here, so I float silently to the front of my mirror and use what is left of my power to steal some snippets of information from that man’s mind.
He is called Dretton Spire... unusual name. Ah, he is named after some musician he is related to. He is studying in college.. College! I’ve heard enough. There’s no way I’m going to be bossed around by a student! He is unprotected and vulnerable, so i decide it might be fun to mess around with him a bit.
“I, Ba’al, master of the mirror and fufiller of dreams, come loyaly to you, Dretton Spire!” I shout dramatically, making Dretton jump. He gasps excitedly, like a child at christmas, and he steps forwards.
“I, Dretton.. uhm.. call upon you to do.. my.. er.. bidding.”
A slight smile twitches in the corner of my mouth.
“Of course, my master. What services do you require?”
He is lost for words, he probably expected me to resist.
“Uh.. I want you to kill Jason Andrews.”
I had heard mary talking about Andrews, he was some political leader. Whatever bad deeds he had done, they would have been exaggerated by the media, and there was no way I was going to kill him.
Suddenly, i realise that this could be my chance to escape!
“Of course, but first i will need to be released from this mirror.”
Dretton looks a bit aprehensive.
“Erm.. OK. How do i do that?”
The stone! He must have the carved stone with my powers; it’s the only way he could know about the mirror.
“The carved stone. It can smash the glass.”
Nodding, Dretton takes an engraved stone from his pocket. He raises it above his head, before bringing it down onto the cool, calm surface of the mirror.
The glass falls away before me, revealing the inmpossibly deep back of the mirror. I breathe the musty air deeply, smelling the unmistakable scent of frankinsence. Dretton is visibly shocked by my change in appearance. My tanned, wrinkled skin has turned a deep blue-grey, and is hard and crusty. My silver crown has turned into a ring of shiny silver-tipped horns, protrouding from my head. Thankfully, I now have a body, with six fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot. I have no clothes, I have no need for them.
I smile madly, and after stepping out of my mirror, i slap Dretton with the back of my clawed hand, sending him flying across the room. He crumples, unconcious, and I walk striaght through the wall,leaving Dretton, the stone, and the shards of my broken mirror behind.
(c) Whataddiction 2007
