Post by Wyvernwings on Mar 15, 2007 15:39:18 GMT -5
Well this is my first real post in a while, so I hope it's to your liking. I did this quickly, under an hour actually, because I just saw the contest today.
Any way, this has a brief mention of sextual content. I hope it's clear because I'm not certain. It's hard to put yourself out side of yourself and try to see if it makes sence not knowing what all you know. Darn, that didn't even make cense. Oh well. Here's The Window
“Welcome to The Window, here it shows a possible future. Now just look in and you will see a possible future for this young girl here. Her alias is Wyvnernwings, and as it seems her future is quite… well interesting. Step up now, take a look, and welcome to the new way to eve’s drop, welcome to The Window watching. Welcome to The Window.”
The Window is the color of graphite, tall, and a single sheet of glass, as you step up, you see there is something going on behind the black, behind the darkness. Slowly the world focuses and you spy a short brown haired, blue eyed woman bending down a picking up a curly haired, grey eyed child.
“Reach to your left and you’ll find the Immerser, it fully immerses your senses in the possibility.” The pleasant sounding woman says. You reach to the side and pick up the odd hat. It’s a bit clichéd looking, like a strainer with wires coming out of it, but as you set it on your head it fits loosely and a cold chain runs out the back. You shiver for a moment, then loose yourself to The Window.
The woman smiles at the child and throws her in the air, they’re wearing odd clothes but they seem to look comfortable in them. A moment later a man walks in the door. He’s tall to begin with, but next to the short woman he looks huge. He too has brown hair, but he has curly hair like the child, not the straight hair of the mother. She grins and throws the child lightly up to her shoulder and walks over to meet him. There’s an odd gleam to the man’s blue grey eye.
“Hey hun, home early aren’t you? Does school even let out this early?” The woman’s voice is high pitched but mellow and the child wraps her arms around her father, squealing excitedly as her father picks her up and swings her around.
“You’ll never believe this.” He said, his voice low and almost melodic. “What’s the one thing I’ve been dreaming about since I was a teenager?”
The woman, who had no idea what he was talking about, looked up thoughtfully and then smirked.
“We have young ears around if you’re talking about that thing I think you are.” She said with a grin. He laughed and shook his head vigorously.
“I got a call at school today, it’s finally happening!” He grinned happily.
“What’s happening Daddy?” The girl asked.
“Daddy’s going to be paid to play music to people.” He grinned at her. The woman’s mouth dropped wide enough to make her husband laugh.
“You… I mean… That’s great dear! I can’t… It’s unbelievable! I mean… I knew they were fools to turn you down, but still! Hunny!” She said shaking her head and trying to absorb what he was saying. “A record company? Which one?”
“Does it matter? They’re paying me to write and play music! That’s my dream!” He grinned, and you note that if his smile was any wider it might break his face.
“Oh honey!” She grinned and hugged him. “Now as for what I was mentioning…” She whispered to him. He laughed and kissed her ear.
All goes dark for a moment, then The Window blurs and it starts to clear again. This time you see the woman contemplating the computer with her husband standing at her shoulder. He’s doing his best not to look at the screen, but now and then you notice his eye’s flicker to it.
“It’s in…” She said slowly, sounding depressed. His eye’s flashed to her face and locked on her frown. “Look.” She muttered.
Your eyes follow his to the screen and you look at a letter. You can’t quite read it because of the glare of the screen in the dark room, but the husband’s eyes grew wide and he started laughing.
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.” He laughed and knelt down next to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m glad for you.” He grinned and kissed her neck.
“We’ll tell Lilly in the morning. Her name stake story is being published.” She grinned and kissed him back.
Again The Window goes dark and the window blurs. This time when it clears you see the same two people, both look haggard and worn down, and much older. The woman is typing furiously on the computer and the man is pacing next to her.
“Can’t you stop for a moment!” He finally yelled.
“Look, I’m sorry but we can’t all write a song out of thin air any time we want to.” She snapped at him. “I need inspiration to write, and I just happen to have it.”
“Do you think that’s what I do?” He yelled. She stopped typing for a moment and tears welled to her eyes.
“How long have we been like this?” She asked. He stopped and stared at her. Her hair is disheveled and she has bags under her eyes. He’s in a similar condition, except a look of incomprehension is what shows on his face. “How long have we been at each other’s throats? How long have we been fighting like this? I can’t seem to remember when we weren’t.” Tears spill down her face. “Is this is? Are we done? We can’t be in the same room for more than five minuets without fighting. Lilly, Angel, and Devin are teenagers, I think… I think they could handle it.”
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
“Divorce. I can’t stand this fighting any more.” She said, turning her eyes away as she cried.
“Di… I… oh no…” He looked past her into space. “Is it that bad?” It was rhetorical and he knew the answer as soon as he said it. “No… this can’t be. Let’s… Let’s try and work this out. We’ll start over. I’ll take a month off and maybe you can try to as well.” He muttered.
“One last chance?” She asked. “I’ve reached my limit. That’s all I can give you.” She said sadly. He just looked past her still in a state of shock.
One more time The Window clouds. When all comes into focus you see the man’s arm around the woman’s shoulder and they’re watching a young woman loading luggage into a vehicle. Two other children stand next to them, though, you decide after a moment, perhaps teenagers would be a better term.
The young woman facing the family bears a striking resemblance to the young girl you saw when the window first started. She brushes her curly brown hair back from her face and looks to the family.
“I… well it’s time to leave.” She muttered.
“Oh Lilly! I can’t believe this day has come.” You realize that the mother is the same woman you’d been watching through the window. She doesn’t look the same as the last image you saw of her. Her hair is died black and she looks far older and in better condition. Then you notice that the husband is the same man from the last image. He too looks older, and his once tightly curled hair is curling half-heartedly next to his head, as if it had given up the strength to curl so tightly.
“Mom I’m 17, and collage is waiting for me.” She grinned.
“Well I’m sure you’re waiting to get to collage.” Her father grins half-heartedly at her. His eye’s looked slightly too watery.
“Don’t forget to call home when you get there. And make sure you lock the doors. Oh and make sure you-!”
“Mom, it’s fine. I’ll remember everything.” Lilly grinned and bent down slightly to kiss her mother’s forehead.
“That’s my job.” Her mother muttered quietly, kissing her daughter’s cheek, rising up to her tiptoes to do such. “Just always remember one thing though, no matter what.”
“What’s that?” Lilly asked.
“Just remember your father and I love you.” She said and tears poured out of her watery eyes. Lilly’s eyes grew watery as well and she brushed her eye’s with her sleeve. You notice (perhaps jealously) that neither of their makeup shows the slightest bit of wear as they do that.
The Window goes black yet again. When it clears you see the woman, old and grey, lying in bed, clutching her daughter’s hands. The two other children cluster around her, and young children are hovering next to their parents.
“I’ve had a good run, hm?” She mumbled weakly.
“Mom…” Her youngest muttered.
“Ah… I feel sir death is coming a knocking at my door. Well… I’m afraid I’ll have to go now. I love you all.” She breathed in shallowly. “I… oh… Will…” she whispered her dead husband’s name and the breath pour out of her lungs. Her eye’s shut and she grew still.
The Window grew dark.
“Please remove your helmet, and thank you for coming to The Window. We hope to see you again. Remember, it’s not snooping if you don’t know who it is or if it will happen.” The pleasant woman’s voice rang out of the darkness.
Any way, this has a brief mention of sextual content. I hope it's clear because I'm not certain. It's hard to put yourself out side of yourself and try to see if it makes sence not knowing what all you know. Darn, that didn't even make cense. Oh well. Here's The Window
The Window
“Welcome to The Window, here it shows a possible future. Now just look in and you will see a possible future for this young girl here. Her alias is Wyvnernwings, and as it seems her future is quite… well interesting. Step up now, take a look, and welcome to the new way to eve’s drop, welcome to The Window watching. Welcome to The Window.”
The Window is the color of graphite, tall, and a single sheet of glass, as you step up, you see there is something going on behind the black, behind the darkness. Slowly the world focuses and you spy a short brown haired, blue eyed woman bending down a picking up a curly haired, grey eyed child.
“Reach to your left and you’ll find the Immerser, it fully immerses your senses in the possibility.” The pleasant sounding woman says. You reach to the side and pick up the odd hat. It’s a bit clichéd looking, like a strainer with wires coming out of it, but as you set it on your head it fits loosely and a cold chain runs out the back. You shiver for a moment, then loose yourself to The Window.
The woman smiles at the child and throws her in the air, they’re wearing odd clothes but they seem to look comfortable in them. A moment later a man walks in the door. He’s tall to begin with, but next to the short woman he looks huge. He too has brown hair, but he has curly hair like the child, not the straight hair of the mother. She grins and throws the child lightly up to her shoulder and walks over to meet him. There’s an odd gleam to the man’s blue grey eye.
“Hey hun, home early aren’t you? Does school even let out this early?” The woman’s voice is high pitched but mellow and the child wraps her arms around her father, squealing excitedly as her father picks her up and swings her around.
“You’ll never believe this.” He said, his voice low and almost melodic. “What’s the one thing I’ve been dreaming about since I was a teenager?”
The woman, who had no idea what he was talking about, looked up thoughtfully and then smirked.
“We have young ears around if you’re talking about that thing I think you are.” She said with a grin. He laughed and shook his head vigorously.
“I got a call at school today, it’s finally happening!” He grinned happily.
“What’s happening Daddy?” The girl asked.
“Daddy’s going to be paid to play music to people.” He grinned at her. The woman’s mouth dropped wide enough to make her husband laugh.
“You… I mean… That’s great dear! I can’t… It’s unbelievable! I mean… I knew they were fools to turn you down, but still! Hunny!” She said shaking her head and trying to absorb what he was saying. “A record company? Which one?”
“Does it matter? They’re paying me to write and play music! That’s my dream!” He grinned, and you note that if his smile was any wider it might break his face.
“Oh honey!” She grinned and hugged him. “Now as for what I was mentioning…” She whispered to him. He laughed and kissed her ear.
All goes dark for a moment, then The Window blurs and it starts to clear again. This time you see the woman contemplating the computer with her husband standing at her shoulder. He’s doing his best not to look at the screen, but now and then you notice his eye’s flicker to it.
“It’s in…” She said slowly, sounding depressed. His eye’s flashed to her face and locked on her frown. “Look.” She muttered.
Your eyes follow his to the screen and you look at a letter. You can’t quite read it because of the glare of the screen in the dark room, but the husband’s eyes grew wide and he started laughing.
“You’re a cruel, cruel woman.” He laughed and knelt down next to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m glad for you.” He grinned and kissed her neck.
“We’ll tell Lilly in the morning. Her name stake story is being published.” She grinned and kissed him back.
Again The Window goes dark and the window blurs. This time when it clears you see the same two people, both look haggard and worn down, and much older. The woman is typing furiously on the computer and the man is pacing next to her.
“Can’t you stop for a moment!” He finally yelled.
“Look, I’m sorry but we can’t all write a song out of thin air any time we want to.” She snapped at him. “I need inspiration to write, and I just happen to have it.”
“Do you think that’s what I do?” He yelled. She stopped typing for a moment and tears welled to her eyes.
“How long have we been like this?” She asked. He stopped and stared at her. Her hair is disheveled and she has bags under her eyes. He’s in a similar condition, except a look of incomprehension is what shows on his face. “How long have we been at each other’s throats? How long have we been fighting like this? I can’t seem to remember when we weren’t.” Tears spill down her face. “Is this is? Are we done? We can’t be in the same room for more than five minuets without fighting. Lilly, Angel, and Devin are teenagers, I think… I think they could handle it.”
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
“Divorce. I can’t stand this fighting any more.” She said, turning her eyes away as she cried.
“Di… I… oh no…” He looked past her into space. “Is it that bad?” It was rhetorical and he knew the answer as soon as he said it. “No… this can’t be. Let’s… Let’s try and work this out. We’ll start over. I’ll take a month off and maybe you can try to as well.” He muttered.
“One last chance?” She asked. “I’ve reached my limit. That’s all I can give you.” She said sadly. He just looked past her still in a state of shock.
One more time The Window clouds. When all comes into focus you see the man’s arm around the woman’s shoulder and they’re watching a young woman loading luggage into a vehicle. Two other children stand next to them, though, you decide after a moment, perhaps teenagers would be a better term.
The young woman facing the family bears a striking resemblance to the young girl you saw when the window first started. She brushes her curly brown hair back from her face and looks to the family.
“I… well it’s time to leave.” She muttered.
“Oh Lilly! I can’t believe this day has come.” You realize that the mother is the same woman you’d been watching through the window. She doesn’t look the same as the last image you saw of her. Her hair is died black and she looks far older and in better condition. Then you notice that the husband is the same man from the last image. He too looks older, and his once tightly curled hair is curling half-heartedly next to his head, as if it had given up the strength to curl so tightly.
“Mom I’m 17, and collage is waiting for me.” She grinned.
“Well I’m sure you’re waiting to get to collage.” Her father grins half-heartedly at her. His eye’s looked slightly too watery.
“Don’t forget to call home when you get there. And make sure you lock the doors. Oh and make sure you-!”
“Mom, it’s fine. I’ll remember everything.” Lilly grinned and bent down slightly to kiss her mother’s forehead.
“That’s my job.” Her mother muttered quietly, kissing her daughter’s cheek, rising up to her tiptoes to do such. “Just always remember one thing though, no matter what.”
“What’s that?” Lilly asked.
“Just remember your father and I love you.” She said and tears poured out of her watery eyes. Lilly’s eyes grew watery as well and she brushed her eye’s with her sleeve. You notice (perhaps jealously) that neither of their makeup shows the slightest bit of wear as they do that.
The Window goes black yet again. When it clears you see the woman, old and grey, lying in bed, clutching her daughter’s hands. The two other children cluster around her, and young children are hovering next to their parents.
“I’ve had a good run, hm?” She mumbled weakly.
“Mom…” Her youngest muttered.
“Ah… I feel sir death is coming a knocking at my door. Well… I’m afraid I’ll have to go now. I love you all.” She breathed in shallowly. “I… oh… Will…” she whispered her dead husband’s name and the breath pour out of her lungs. Her eye’s shut and she grew still.
The Window grew dark.
“Please remove your helmet, and thank you for coming to The Window. We hope to see you again. Remember, it’s not snooping if you don’t know who it is or if it will happen.” The pleasant woman’s voice rang out of the darkness.
