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Im gonna post a small bit of my story; The Fallen. This way my peeps can cretict it. I didn't spell that right did it? Whatever, hoes can sound it out and guess. It fairly obvious why i'd post my shit story on lj though.
To tell you the truth, im not too sure about the title.
INTRO:
Helsinki, the pride and the shame of Finland. Its heart, its brain. The streets beautifully organized, of neo classical influence and design. Few building taller than five or six stories, perfect rows of little windows decorating its walls. All those windows; to many to count, but no one cares, their lovely. Quite museums; their amazing rise and fall with Russia, a shameful Civil War, and a uniting of their people. Quaint Islands, surounded by the icy depths of the Baltic Sea. Students bustling about, hungry for knowledge, aching for the magic of night to come. Walpurgis Night, Vappu is near. Ohhh, sweet elegant night.
Helsingin Kaupunki is surrounded by a flood of people, a riot of colour. Everyone in their brightest attire. A boy with golden hair and pacific blue eyes is holding his older sisters hand with the nonchalance of a child mesmerized by a tower of balloons. “Lael”, holds tightly to those precious little grubby fingers. The boy looks up to his angel, caretaker, family, sister with blind admiration of a child. Stares at the angelic features so like his own. They fall back into the crowed.
Every street corner, church step, college campus, and public park is buzzing with life. The air is heavy with excitement. Artist and performers show off there talent, group chant their chants, cults make their magic, for tonight is their night; This Pagan Carnival has just begun!
The locals and the smart ones are steadily getting wasted at home, preparing for the excitement that’s sure to come with night fall. The streets of Helsinginkatu and Vaasankatu, lit in neon, the secret sound of music behind closed doors. The sexy and the mysterious lingering on the streets only to disappear into some quite pub, into a secret club, or a lovers embrace. The warm spicy smell of liquor in the air, and the a faint cool breeze of the sea; dirty, organic, and salty.
Families, couples, drunken teens, old timers (the magic keeps them forever in love); walk stumble, and trudge there way home. Run, run home before the magic runs out. Before the third day, the last day of Vappu ends. Sleep before its end, so you dream a lovely dream and wake up with a smile on your face and you will certainly open your eyes to the smile of a loved one. Most everyone will make it home, almost.
“LEAL!”, horrors scream, a child’s cry. A pile of once golden blond hair gone strawberry with blood, matted with gore. Grubby fingers drenched in blood touch the unrecognizable corpse, warmth. He shutters, his breath hitches; oxygen depravation, he faints. A soothing blanket of black engulfs him, his only comfort for years to come.
========================FIRST CHAP
It hurts, being alone, but knowing it wasn’t suppose to be this way. That something that doesn’t even belong here, in this world you live in, has stolen way a your future.
Falling....
Changed your destiny into something sad and pathetic. Because that thing that was stolen, that person, meant so much to you.
..tumbling through empty space.
But to that something, that monster, that It, the person you loved most meant nothing. Nothing but a lump of flesh and blood to leave soulless.
The soft caress of air, the impact of landing; gentle, so very gentle. Accompanied by a loss of breath.
Gabriel opened his eyes, the first thing he sees being the dried corpse of a daddy long legs stuck to his ceiling. Fleeting memories of a dream surface in his mind, but disappear just as quickly. He sighs at that, closes his eyes a moment decided wether or not he wants to get up this morning, or perhaps its after noon. Turning to his window, the light is trickling in gently. Either its late after noon or early morning. Gabriel sits up and starts to fumble about his sheets for his phone, praying that it was the later.
His cell phone begins to buzz against his bare ass. “Shit”, he cusses, grabbing his phone.
6:50 pm Get your ass to work. The phone reads as it buzzes loudly. No shit. Gabriel rolls off his bare mattress and hits the ground on all four, grabbing desperately for the some cloths. No underwear in sight. Fuck it. He pulls on a pair of pants, grabs a shirt and rushes out the door.
Kalvhi was a short statured man, maybe 165cm tall. Has a young tough face and an even younger body, thin as a rail. He was head bartender, manager, and owner of Baker’s, a bar/club or sorts located smack in the center of Helsinginkatu. Large and modest, yet modernly decorated, Baker's often attracted a younger crowd. People over 30 rarely came here, and when they did they were usually intimidated by the constant ebb and flow of youth, causing the majority of them to leave quickly.
Im not even done w/ the first chap at this point really. But im working on in darnit. I wana keep my facts straight about the location. W/ is in a foreign country ive never been to and know little about besides the personal research ive done. Hellz, ive never even been to Europe before, this is far off territory damnit.
To tell you the truth, im not too sure about the title.
INTRO:
Helsinki, the pride and the shame of Finland. Its heart, its brain. The streets beautifully organized, of neo classical influence and design. Few building taller than five or six stories, perfect rows of little windows decorating its walls. All those windows; to many to count, but no one cares, their lovely. Quite museums; their amazing rise and fall with Russia, a shameful Civil War, and a uniting of their people. Quaint Islands, surounded by the icy depths of the Baltic Sea. Students bustling about, hungry for knowledge, aching for the magic of night to come. Walpurgis Night, Vappu is near. Ohhh, sweet elegant night.
Helsingin Kaupunki is surrounded by a flood of people, a riot of colour. Everyone in their brightest attire. A boy with golden hair and pacific blue eyes is holding his older sisters hand with the nonchalance of a child mesmerized by a tower of balloons. “Lael”, holds tightly to those precious little grubby fingers. The boy looks up to his angel, caretaker, family, sister with blind admiration of a child. Stares at the angelic features so like his own. They fall back into the crowed.
Every street corner, church step, college campus, and public park is buzzing with life. The air is heavy with excitement. Artist and performers show off there talent, group chant their chants, cults make their magic, for tonight is their night; This Pagan Carnival has just begun!
The locals and the smart ones are steadily getting wasted at home, preparing for the excitement that’s sure to come with night fall. The streets of Helsinginkatu and Vaasankatu, lit in neon, the secret sound of music behind closed doors. The sexy and the mysterious lingering on the streets only to disappear into some quite pub, into a secret club, or a lovers embrace. The warm spicy smell of liquor in the air, and the a faint cool breeze of the sea; dirty, organic, and salty.
Families, couples, drunken teens, old timers (the magic keeps them forever in love); walk stumble, and trudge there way home. Run, run home before the magic runs out. Before the third day, the last day of Vappu ends. Sleep before its end, so you dream a lovely dream and wake up with a smile on your face and you will certainly open your eyes to the smile of a loved one. Most everyone will make it home, almost.
“LEAL!”, horrors scream, a child’s cry. A pile of once golden blond hair gone strawberry with blood, matted with gore. Grubby fingers drenched in blood touch the unrecognizable corpse, warmth. He shutters, his breath hitches; oxygen depravation, he faints. A soothing blanket of black engulfs him, his only comfort for years to come.
========================FIRST CHAP
It hurts, being alone, but knowing it wasn’t suppose to be this way. That something that doesn’t even belong here, in this world you live in, has stolen way a your future.
Falling....
Changed your destiny into something sad and pathetic. Because that thing that was stolen, that person, meant so much to you.
..tumbling through empty space.
But to that something, that monster, that It, the person you loved most meant nothing. Nothing but a lump of flesh and blood to leave soulless.
The soft caress of air, the impact of landing; gentle, so very gentle. Accompanied by a loss of breath.
Gabriel opened his eyes, the first thing he sees being the dried corpse of a daddy long legs stuck to his ceiling. Fleeting memories of a dream surface in his mind, but disappear just as quickly. He sighs at that, closes his eyes a moment decided wether or not he wants to get up this morning, or perhaps its after noon. Turning to his window, the light is trickling in gently. Either its late after noon or early morning. Gabriel sits up and starts to fumble about his sheets for his phone, praying that it was the later.
His cell phone begins to buzz against his bare ass. “Shit”, he cusses, grabbing his phone.
6:50 pm Get your ass to work. The phone reads as it buzzes loudly. No shit. Gabriel rolls off his bare mattress and hits the ground on all four, grabbing desperately for the some cloths. No underwear in sight. Fuck it. He pulls on a pair of pants, grabs a shirt and rushes out the door.
Kalvhi was a short statured man, maybe 165cm tall. Has a young tough face and an even younger body, thin as a rail. He was head bartender, manager, and owner of Baker’s, a bar/club or sorts located smack in the center of Helsinginkatu. Large and modest, yet modernly decorated, Baker's often attracted a younger crowd. People over 30 rarely came here, and when they did they were usually intimidated by the constant ebb and flow of youth, causing the majority of them to leave quickly.
Im not even done w/ the first chap at this point really. But im working on in darnit. I wana keep my facts straight about the location. W/ is in a foreign country ive never been to and know little about besides the personal research ive done. Hellz, ive never even been to Europe before, this is far off territory damnit.