The Girl Who Time Forgot - Part 1
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mindcrackloveHi again, Haven't posted anything for a (long, long, long) while, hope everyone is doing well. Anyway, this is something I wrote a while ago but finished off recently. It's kind of a gothic/ghost story thing (which explains the over the top description (Psst, English teachers, get over here, look at all this figurative language!)).
This first part is just kinda setting up the scene a little bit.
So, without further ado...
I stared into her eyes, emerald green, bottomless and beautiful, as mesmerizing as they ever were, but clouded with pain. She faced away, out to sea. Instead choosing to focus on the endlessly blurring and shifting horizon swirling with unfathomable greys and blues, a beautiful sight that only the sky and sea coupled can produce. Her cheeks that would once would have been red and flushed from the howling gale that beat the grass around us instead were pale and wan and accented her cheekbones. We were happy in silence. Content with just having our hair blown behind us, like the small shrubs, which in the spring would flower into bursts of lilac and pink. I turned back into the biting wind, and sure enough, beyond the cliffs I could see those great grey mountains, growing and shifting, further blurring and obscuring the horizon with the downpour I knew it would bring.
“We had better get going, I know the fresh air is meant to be good for you, I hardly think the rain will be.”
I had addressed my remark to the sky so I was doubtful if she heard me, but sure enough, Aureylian just managed to haul herself up off of the bench. Looking at her, you could see the disease in her features, her skin as thin as paper, her scarf wound thickly around to hide the boniness of her neck. Even the velvet gloves could not hide the frailness of her hands. Putting my arms around her waist gave me the notion that she was made of porcelain and any fall would smash her to pieces.
Pale as the light was that bathed us through the clouds, we yearned for it more than ever as we battled along the cliff edge. I did not look around or at the sheet of rain steadily marching our way; rather keeping my eyes on the path for fear of tripping and falling.
“Vechs! Look!”
“Aurey!”
Startled, I looked up at the shouts. Aureylian was standing on a rocky outcrop, her pale face accented against the sky, which was now as black as charcoal, her look of jubilance contradicting her frail arms which she could hardly hold up into the air as she mimicked the gulls whose cries were torn away by the gale.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Although I scolded her, it filled me with hope; the hope that moments like these could overpower her suffering, I knew she was strong, her mind still sharp, but her body was wasting away before her eyes. I am sure she hoped too, though I yearned for her presence on earth, that she would fly amongst those birds, and end her suffering. Staring at the sky darkening my thoughts were whipped, tossed and swirled, lost in hope.
A scream rang in my ears, cut short by the wind, which swirled ominously in my ears, blocking out any other noises. She was there. But now…
I ran to the edge just in time to see a figure plunge into the greying ocean, most likely mauled by the rocks lying beneath me. A moan escaped from my lips and for a second, the thought of jumping in after her crossed my mind. However the wind pushed me even more strongly back on to the cliff. I couldn’t fight that. Even if I had the strength to, I could feel my conscious thought disintegrating into mere leaves of paper, torn off of me by the gale that now cradled me in its arms. It pulled me away and blew what little strength I had into my legs. I began to run. Nothing was guiding me, I could hardly see, for I was crying more than I ever had done before, and now the sky wept with me, crying great heavy teardrops from the swirling void above.
I barely saw the wall before I hit it. Great, weathered grey stones loomed up out of the mist that was now forming. Blinking, I saw that there was an archway further along, and I stumbled through it, barley recognising that I had stepped out of the biting rain and wind, my senses had dulled so much. Collapsing on the cold stone, I blacked out almost immediately.
This first part is just kinda setting up the scene a little bit.
So, without further ado...
I stared into her eyes, emerald green, bottomless and beautiful, as mesmerizing as they ever were, but clouded with pain. She faced away, out to sea. Instead choosing to focus on the endlessly blurring and shifting horizon swirling with unfathomable greys and blues, a beautiful sight that only the sky and sea coupled can produce. Her cheeks that would once would have been red and flushed from the howling gale that beat the grass around us instead were pale and wan and accented her cheekbones. We were happy in silence. Content with just having our hair blown behind us, like the small shrubs, which in the spring would flower into bursts of lilac and pink. I turned back into the biting wind, and sure enough, beyond the cliffs I could see those great grey mountains, growing and shifting, further blurring and obscuring the horizon with the downpour I knew it would bring.
“We had better get going, I know the fresh air is meant to be good for you, I hardly think the rain will be.”
I had addressed my remark to the sky so I was doubtful if she heard me, but sure enough, Aureylian just managed to haul herself up off of the bench. Looking at her, you could see the disease in her features, her skin as thin as paper, her scarf wound thickly around to hide the boniness of her neck. Even the velvet gloves could not hide the frailness of her hands. Putting my arms around her waist gave me the notion that she was made of porcelain and any fall would smash her to pieces.
Pale as the light was that bathed us through the clouds, we yearned for it more than ever as we battled along the cliff edge. I did not look around or at the sheet of rain steadily marching our way; rather keeping my eyes on the path for fear of tripping and falling.
“Vechs! Look!”
“Aurey!”
Startled, I looked up at the shouts. Aureylian was standing on a rocky outcrop, her pale face accented against the sky, which was now as black as charcoal, her look of jubilance contradicting her frail arms which she could hardly hold up into the air as she mimicked the gulls whose cries were torn away by the gale.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Although I scolded her, it filled me with hope; the hope that moments like these could overpower her suffering, I knew she was strong, her mind still sharp, but her body was wasting away before her eyes. I am sure she hoped too, though I yearned for her presence on earth, that she would fly amongst those birds, and end her suffering. Staring at the sky darkening my thoughts were whipped, tossed and swirled, lost in hope.
A scream rang in my ears, cut short by the wind, which swirled ominously in my ears, blocking out any other noises. She was there. But now…
I ran to the edge just in time to see a figure plunge into the greying ocean, most likely mauled by the rocks lying beneath me. A moan escaped from my lips and for a second, the thought of jumping in after her crossed my mind. However the wind pushed me even more strongly back on to the cliff. I couldn’t fight that. Even if I had the strength to, I could feel my conscious thought disintegrating into mere leaves of paper, torn off of me by the gale that now cradled me in its arms. It pulled me away and blew what little strength I had into my legs. I began to run. Nothing was guiding me, I could hardly see, for I was crying more than I ever had done before, and now the sky wept with me, crying great heavy teardrops from the swirling void above.
I barely saw the wall before I hit it. Great, weathered grey stones loomed up out of the mist that was now forming. Blinking, I saw that there was an archway further along, and I stumbled through it, barley recognising that I had stepped out of the biting rain and wind, my senses had dulled so much. Collapsing on the cold stone, I blacked out almost immediately.
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Date: Monday, September 21st, 2015 01:59 am (UTC)Hope to see more!
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Date: Monday, September 21st, 2015 05:03 pm (UTC)I think figurative language has its place occasionally, but the problem is, it's mostly in those novels that you have to analyse for English essays. Which reminds me... *runs off to do English essay due in tommorow*