Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2011 11:09:26 GMT -5
I really suck at making stories. That much has become evident in iself, but I like making story starts so I might just do that. If this does grow into a full fledged piece of work then one will be happy. This story is being written in 1st person and jumps inbetween past and present tense.
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A golden field, stretching across the horizon, kissing the sky and the clouds nestled amongst the vast blue. That's where I lived, a small house, no civilisation for miles. Days would stream by without end, and usually, I wouldn't care. I would just climb onto the roof and watch the sun arc across the faultless sky and come inside when the day gave it's final whisper. When the moon came up though, it portayed the perfect canvas of beauty. Twinkling lights suspended above my head, endless in number, in beauty. A sparkle would show appreciation, and a trail of fire across the darkened heavens, a show for my enjoyment. Loneliness was never an issue. Company would be too hard to entertain and would be an unwelcome distraction from this life that I chose to lead. The gold, the blue, the black. All perfect as it was, not to be touched by the destructive wills of man. At least that was my view. The landscape was a fine piece of art not to be altered or manufactured into something concrete, cold and crass. The artifical glimmer of the sun hitting glass was not to be admired, at least not to me.
And that is how it stayed, up until my 21st birthday, when I got an unwelcome visitor. A knock on the door woke me up from a midday nap and a woman walking away in disappointment, not realising that I was not in the residence, I was sitting on top of it.
"Hey!" I yelled. "Who are you? What do you want!" The woman turned around and walked back as close to the house as she could without losing her view of me. "I have something for you. At least I think I do." She responded, a smile across her soft face. I shook my head, it couldn't be me that she wanted to give that to. No-one would know who I am or where I was even if they did. "Who's it adressed to." I asked, teeming with curiosity. She got the letter out, a distinct red envelope as I recall. "It's adressed to a Mr Damien Fairfield. Would that be you by any chance?" She replied. I became markedly concerned. Who knew my name and even more, who would know where I was. I looked at the woman and took a deep breath in. "Yeah, that's me." I said. "How did you find me?" I quickly asked afterwards. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, now that we know it's for you, can I come in?" She asked with a light tone. I jumped up and climbed down the hatch into the main living area. I swung open the door for her as she grinned. "Thanks," She said tapping her feet clean before she came in. "This is a nice place you have for someone that lives far away from anything. How do you get by?" She turned to look at me, and saw that I was not impressed with the question. "Sorry if I'm invading on something secret. It just amazes me." She handed over the letter and turned round to go. "Wait." I splurted out. "Would you....erm....."
"Yes," she answered in anticipation of the question. "I would like something to drink if you're offering." She smiled at me warmly. I put the letter down a went to the tap to get a pot of water to boil. "While that fills up I think I'll open up this." I said picking up the envelope. On the back was a stamp with a lion emblazoned in silver on the back. I tore the seal and ope up the letter inside.
The letter had been written in regal english and held my attention.
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Dear Mr Fairfield,
You are a tricky man to find, but if you are reading this letter then at least I know that you have recieved it. You by heart are a man of the plains. I can take great respect in that as I have no idea of how hard it must be. I write to you to ask of a favour. I was a friend of your Father when he was alive and he entrusted me with an Amulet to be given to you on your 21st Birthday. The associate that has given you this letter is able to bring you to me so that I may give it to you. With it I have a task that I would like you to do for me, but I will go into that when you arrive.
And Happy Birthday, it only happens once a year.
Yours Sincerely,
James Henry Cauldrelle
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I was in disbelief. My father, a communicator with people in civilisation. I refused to believe it, just as much as I refused that there was an amulet. But, in me was a spark of interest. What if the amulet was real. Was it an heirloom? Was it special? Was it capable of anything? I had to know. In the pyreroom, the kettle began to squeal as it boiled over. I walked into the room and got two cups out. I came back in with two cups of tea and handed one over to the woman. She took a sip and looked up at me still looking at the letter. "Is everything ok?" She queried with me. I looked up sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine." She smiled and took another sip of her tea. "Do you know the man who gave you this letter?" I asked with anticipation of the answer. "Yes, he is my father!" She beamed, giving out a chuckle to my face at it turned from one of interest to confusion. "So, you are?" I asked.
"I am Stephanie Cauldrelle, but ou can call me Stephanie if you wish."
"Ok Stephanie. Could you take me to your father then?" I asked, worrying that she would refuse. She nodded her head and smiled again taking a gulp of tea this time. I jumped up and climbed the ladder to lock the hatch. Stephanie just watched as I ran round quickly securing my house so that the Field animals definately couldn't get in. When I came back in she was standing by the door. "Thank you for the tea. Are you ready to go?" She asked. I nodded and left the house with her. The door slammed shut as I yanked on the string latch to fasten it. She had gotten in her car and was waiting. I got in and took in a deep breath. "Let's go!" I said turning round to look at her. She smiled and started the ignition.
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A golden field, stretching across the horizon, kissing the sky and the clouds nestled amongst the vast blue. That's where I lived, a small house, no civilisation for miles. Days would stream by without end, and usually, I wouldn't care. I would just climb onto the roof and watch the sun arc across the faultless sky and come inside when the day gave it's final whisper. When the moon came up though, it portayed the perfect canvas of beauty. Twinkling lights suspended above my head, endless in number, in beauty. A sparkle would show appreciation, and a trail of fire across the darkened heavens, a show for my enjoyment. Loneliness was never an issue. Company would be too hard to entertain and would be an unwelcome distraction from this life that I chose to lead. The gold, the blue, the black. All perfect as it was, not to be touched by the destructive wills of man. At least that was my view. The landscape was a fine piece of art not to be altered or manufactured into something concrete, cold and crass. The artifical glimmer of the sun hitting glass was not to be admired, at least not to me.
And that is how it stayed, up until my 21st birthday, when I got an unwelcome visitor. A knock on the door woke me up from a midday nap and a woman walking away in disappointment, not realising that I was not in the residence, I was sitting on top of it.
"Hey!" I yelled. "Who are you? What do you want!" The woman turned around and walked back as close to the house as she could without losing her view of me. "I have something for you. At least I think I do." She responded, a smile across her soft face. I shook my head, it couldn't be me that she wanted to give that to. No-one would know who I am or where I was even if they did. "Who's it adressed to." I asked, teeming with curiosity. She got the letter out, a distinct red envelope as I recall. "It's adressed to a Mr Damien Fairfield. Would that be you by any chance?" She replied. I became markedly concerned. Who knew my name and even more, who would know where I was. I looked at the woman and took a deep breath in. "Yeah, that's me." I said. "How did you find me?" I quickly asked afterwards. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, now that we know it's for you, can I come in?" She asked with a light tone. I jumped up and climbed down the hatch into the main living area. I swung open the door for her as she grinned. "Thanks," She said tapping her feet clean before she came in. "This is a nice place you have for someone that lives far away from anything. How do you get by?" She turned to look at me, and saw that I was not impressed with the question. "Sorry if I'm invading on something secret. It just amazes me." She handed over the letter and turned round to go. "Wait." I splurted out. "Would you....erm....."
"Yes," she answered in anticipation of the question. "I would like something to drink if you're offering." She smiled at me warmly. I put the letter down a went to the tap to get a pot of water to boil. "While that fills up I think I'll open up this." I said picking up the envelope. On the back was a stamp with a lion emblazoned in silver on the back. I tore the seal and ope up the letter inside.
The letter had been written in regal english and held my attention.
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Dear Mr Fairfield,
You are a tricky man to find, but if you are reading this letter then at least I know that you have recieved it. You by heart are a man of the plains. I can take great respect in that as I have no idea of how hard it must be. I write to you to ask of a favour. I was a friend of your Father when he was alive and he entrusted me with an Amulet to be given to you on your 21st Birthday. The associate that has given you this letter is able to bring you to me so that I may give it to you. With it I have a task that I would like you to do for me, but I will go into that when you arrive.
And Happy Birthday, it only happens once a year.
Yours Sincerely,
James Henry Cauldrelle
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I was in disbelief. My father, a communicator with people in civilisation. I refused to believe it, just as much as I refused that there was an amulet. But, in me was a spark of interest. What if the amulet was real. Was it an heirloom? Was it special? Was it capable of anything? I had to know. In the pyreroom, the kettle began to squeal as it boiled over. I walked into the room and got two cups out. I came back in with two cups of tea and handed one over to the woman. She took a sip and looked up at me still looking at the letter. "Is everything ok?" She queried with me. I looked up sheepishly and nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine." She smiled and took another sip of her tea. "Do you know the man who gave you this letter?" I asked with anticipation of the answer. "Yes, he is my father!" She beamed, giving out a chuckle to my face at it turned from one of interest to confusion. "So, you are?" I asked.
"I am Stephanie Cauldrelle, but ou can call me Stephanie if you wish."
"Ok Stephanie. Could you take me to your father then?" I asked, worrying that she would refuse. She nodded her head and smiled again taking a gulp of tea this time. I jumped up and climbed the ladder to lock the hatch. Stephanie just watched as I ran round quickly securing my house so that the Field animals definately couldn't get in. When I came back in she was standing by the door. "Thank you for the tea. Are you ready to go?" She asked. I nodded and left the house with her. The door slammed shut as I yanked on the string latch to fasten it. She had gotten in her car and was waiting. I got in and took in a deep breath. "Let's go!" I said turning round to look at her. She smiled and started the ignition.