Post by Anime Monster on Oct 8, 2006 2:28:12 GMT -5
Author's Note: This story is my new baby. I'm going to be abandoning all other writing projects that aren't essential to write this.
This story idea pounced into my brain this morning. I was on my way to the Library and Rite Aid (to drop of Labyrinth and buy some supplies, respectively), as I was about to cross the street a random man driving an SUV stops traffic and said he wants to "Obey Me." Now I was freaked out, I mean, it's not every day you hear a pick up line like that and I was walking by myself. So I was a little scared, but as I got away from the intersection this idea started to blossom in my head. And I was reminded of a picture I had seen in my search for something to write about when these contests were first published.
"Gathering Storm" by Nene Thomas:
As well as the movie Labyrinth, and the experience above has lead me to write this story.
Rating: T
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The man who walked into the store looked like he belonged there. The store, Hot Topic, was a store dedicated to punks, Goths, and everything freaky. He had waist length white blond hair, the tips of which looked as if they had been dipped in blood. He wore tight black leather pants, a black poet’s top, a floor length duster, and shiny black riding boots. His eyes were hidden behind darkened shades, which to the people of the store were the most peculiar thing about him, as it was dark inside the store and outside.
He walked through the store, gloved hands not touching anything until his eyes landed on a grey sweatshirt. There was nothing particularly interesting about it. It was a plain grey hoodie with the picture of Stewie Griffin in grey and the words “Obey Me” written under him in a red that matched the tips of his hair perfectly. Reaching out he stroked it, almost lovingly.
Had anyone been paying attention they would have seen the electricity leap out of his fingers and onto the garment, at least what looked like electricity, had a normal human, for despite being labeled as freaks by the rest of their peers they were all just human, seen it. He grinned to himself and whispered in a language that sounded like every language and yet none at all, “Qooe tp kobx,” before he was gone as if he was never there. The only evidence of his being there was the shirt, and even that didn’t have any evidence that the humans could notice.
This story idea pounced into my brain this morning. I was on my way to the Library and Rite Aid (to drop of Labyrinth and buy some supplies, respectively), as I was about to cross the street a random man driving an SUV stops traffic and said he wants to "Obey Me." Now I was freaked out, I mean, it's not every day you hear a pick up line like that and I was walking by myself. So I was a little scared, but as I got away from the intersection this idea started to blossom in my head. And I was reminded of a picture I had seen in my search for something to write about when these contests were first published.
"Gathering Storm" by Nene Thomas:
As well as the movie Labyrinth, and the experience above has lead me to write this story.
Rating: T
Gathering Twilight on a Normal Life
Prologue
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The man who walked into the store looked like he belonged there. The store, Hot Topic, was a store dedicated to punks, Goths, and everything freaky. He had waist length white blond hair, the tips of which looked as if they had been dipped in blood. He wore tight black leather pants, a black poet’s top, a floor length duster, and shiny black riding boots. His eyes were hidden behind darkened shades, which to the people of the store were the most peculiar thing about him, as it was dark inside the store and outside.
He walked through the store, gloved hands not touching anything until his eyes landed on a grey sweatshirt. There was nothing particularly interesting about it. It was a plain grey hoodie with the picture of Stewie Griffin in grey and the words “Obey Me” written under him in a red that matched the tips of his hair perfectly. Reaching out he stroked it, almost lovingly.
Had anyone been paying attention they would have seen the electricity leap out of his fingers and onto the garment, at least what looked like electricity, had a normal human, for despite being labeled as freaks by the rest of their peers they were all just human, seen it. He grinned to himself and whispered in a language that sounded like every language and yet none at all, “Qooe tp kobx,” before he was gone as if he was never there. The only evidence of his being there was the shirt, and even that didn’t have any evidence that the humans could notice.