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~ Asterisks (*) will appear before words that I'll explain at the end of the entry. If I fail to explain one, please tell me.
~ (') Are thoughts when used like quotation marks. Ex. 'Gotta get home soon.' No other character hears it.
~ (`) Will be used to denote whispers.
~ Double Asterisks (*.......*) Will occur around sentences that I feel need an explaination. again this will occur at the end.
Cain
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The night was closing in fast. It was time to go inside for dinner. A small boy with short black hair and light brown, carefree eyes headed for home. The air crisp and clean in the midst of this autumn dusk, a slight breeze stirred leaves into the sunset. A small whine caught the boy's ear. Turning back, he saw a large, dingy dog with wolfish eyes. It's appearence tugged at the boy's heart as he reached out to touch it. His hand, just inches from the dog's fur, he hesitated. Was this dog friendly? Then the dog snapped, sinking it's inch and a half long fangs into the boy's unprotected arm.With his scream it lept away and the boy fled home. Hesitantly, his father turned him over to his mother, pulling back as if he were repulsed by his son. Still whimpering, his arm was bandaged and the family set down for dinner. In this house lived most of the family. This included his parents, their siblings and parents, and theor sibling's children. This boy was one child out of eleven in the house. This was nothing out of the norm. One of the seven boys was always hurt in one way or another. He was no different.
All was said and done. The family retired to their rooms. Amazingly, this little boy had a room all his own. A full moon rose this night, no one knew, not even the child. Darkness overtook them all.
It was cold. He was cold. The boy felt around him, searching for the blankets he musr have kicked off. It was wet, everything around him was sticky and wet. Where was he? The floor? Yes, the floor. He could vaguely feel the carpet. He opened his eyes. What he saw was terrible! Everywhere, blood was everywhere! Splattered all over him, the walls, his family. The family, all of them lay dead around him. He could name them all. All but one. "Daddy?" The boy whispered as tears flowed from his eyes. Fear became terror and the whisper a scream.
"DAD!" Cain woke with a start. A cold sweat ran down his back and seeped trough his hair. Eyes wide and fear written across his face, he sat there shaking. He pulled his knees to his chest, holding them there as he droppedhis head onto them. Shakes, more like violent shudders, whracked his body. 'Just a dream. A bad memory. Not now. Calm. Calm.' Cain's mind desperately tried to banish the thoughts. The more he wished their bodies away, the clearer the became in his mind. The clearer he remebered who was missing.
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Now. I'm sure everyone hates me for leaving it like that but I'm tired of typing. Just wait. I'll try to have one of these per day at the least 'til I run out of material.
Explainations:
Tell me if I need any.
 Tsume Rokaro · Fri Jun 22, 2007 @ 11:19pm · 0 Comments |
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