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Here you will find stories based off of my roleplay and its characters. At the moment, only my OCs and "faceless" characters are featured.
Author's Commentary: Short 1 wrote:The first story is the prologue of a school project I did a few months ago, and is meant to be fairly vague, as its purpose is merely to set the tone and to give the reader a basic idea of both the time period and the concept.
Author's Commentary: Shorts 2 & 3 wrote:The second, (and third,) while from the same project, (Excerpts from the 2nd and 10th chapters of Part One, respectively) is quite different, though it is also vague as to exactly what it is referring to. I prefer it for the brighter mood that still captures the nolgastic and sad undertones that are almost constantly present in my writing during the period in which this was written. This chapter was a flashback, by the way. In fact, the story rotates between three distinct views: that of Angel, that of Red, and that of Blue. Red's view is entirely flashback, as her current self has a completely different personality and a name that may sound quite familiar, and chapters from her then-innocent point of view focus on her interactions with another character that my ASP members (think they) know well...
{Prologue}
Bound by a promise’s chain, pinned like a helpless butterfly.
_____A man clad in a black suit sat in his office chair, sound asleep. The room surrounding was obviously that of a high-ranking government official, with ornate picture frames displaying images of a smiling daughter, an antique oak desk from the 2000’s, and a plush area rug colored burgundy.
That rug, however, would be his downfall.
_____Somewhere in the city, a clock tower chimed midnight. The office window slid open silently, thanks to the skill of the artisan who crafted it, and a small child stepped in softly, cloaked by the room’s deep shadows. Her already light footsteps were rendered soundless by the expensive carpeting. Long black hair fell in a glossy curtain to the young girl’s waist, obscuring her face even as she stepped to the man’s side and out of the darkness. Her sliver dagger flashed with inhuman speed, catching the light as it met its target. The tap of the assassin’s leather soles against the windowsill and the official’s final labored breath faded into peaceful nothingness as she jumped into the night. A note was left neatly written on his unfinished letter, the swirling calligraphy a gleaming red.
"Sweet Dreams."
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{Destiny}
Did hatred’s blade rend what we shared? Or was it merely our own delusion, never there, never to be?
_____A tiny girl ran clumsily down the sunlit hall, bare feet pounding loudly against the worn wooden floorboards. “Brother, brother!” she called in a high voice. The door before her opened abruptly, revealing the boy she called brother. The crystal blue eyes and dark brown hair highlighted by long hours in the summer light reflected her own, and they almost could have been one person looking in the mirror. The girl laughed and said, “Come on! They've already started picking!” as she dragged her twin away.
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{Sayonara}
Why is it so hard to say goodbye, yet so easy to act as if nothing was wrong?
_____Red had few belongings. A uniform for school, a uniform for the orphanage, school books, and the personal care kit that every person in Aeradia was given at birth were the only things that were truly hers. The officials assured the caretaker that none of those belongings would be necessary to take, that she wouldn’t need them. And so it happened that when she left, she kept only the clothes she wore and an empty suitcase. The last thing anyone there saw of her was the swirl of her white holiday dress as she was escorted into the car.
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Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it. Virtual cookies to you all! And though I never expected to say this for anything other than art...
Comments and criticism are appreciated, as always.
-33Kitty
