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walkwithheroes) wrote2011-10-09 03:32 pm
walkwithheroes) wrote2011-10-09 03:32 pm
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Surely Somday: Prologue Four - James Warren
Author: Nichole
Challenge: Angel Food: 4. holy day
Extra: none
Topping: butterscotch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Story Title: James Warren
Story: Surely Someday
Summary: Once upon a time, James Warren met a woman, and she told him when he would die. Years later, after his death, he sees her again
Author's Note: This is a new series that I've started working on. All information can be found in the link above. I'm going for something a bit more supernatural, though there will be human drama and a little romance and comedy, too.
Where do I belong? Where do I fit?
I’ve got this . . . I knew this girl once. She was someone special. She looked me straight in the eyes and she knew the secrets of my heart. She knew that I’d never have a pure soul, but that I would try. I would break the world apart for a chance at being as pure as she was.
I met her when I was a boy of five. She smiled happily at me; she told me I was one of the special ones. She let me stay for tea. And, as I was leaving, she told me to stay home on New Year’s Eve, in 1905. I really should have listened to her. I really should have gone back to see her, but I never did.
My name is James Warren and on New Year’s Eve in the year of Your Lord, 1905 – I died. You’d think that would be the end of things, but it wasn’t. I rose up, a new man; a monster. And, by me, I was a monster. In only ninety-four years, I tore across the world like the Devil’s own hurricane. I killed and maimed. I destroyed whole families. I did it all with a smile on my face.
I only stopped when I saw her again; the girl from my childhood, still alive after over a hundred years. Ageless and mysterious; she was still that special girl who had warned me about my death – twenty-five years before it happened. That was when something clicked inside me; that was when the human me began to rise back to the surface.
I wanted to be as pure as she was. I wanted her to look at me again; look at me as she had when I was a boy – to look at me as if I were special. The more I thought about it, the more I knew it – she could be the one to help me. She would save me from my mistakes. From the hunger. From everything; she would save me from the world.
I just had to get into the world she lived in.
Challenge: Angel Food: 4. holy day
Extra: none
Topping: butterscotch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Story Title: James Warren
Story: Surely Someday
Summary: Once upon a time, James Warren met a woman, and she told him when he would die. Years later, after his death, he sees her again
Author's Note: This is a new series that I've started working on. All information can be found in the link above. I'm going for something a bit more supernatural, though there will be human drama and a little romance and comedy, too.
Where do I belong? Where do I fit?
I’ve got this . . . I knew this girl once. She was someone special. She looked me straight in the eyes and she knew the secrets of my heart. She knew that I’d never have a pure soul, but that I would try. I would break the world apart for a chance at being as pure as she was.
I met her when I was a boy of five. She smiled happily at me; she told me I was one of the special ones. She let me stay for tea. And, as I was leaving, she told me to stay home on New Year’s Eve, in 1905. I really should have listened to her. I really should have gone back to see her, but I never did.
My name is James Warren and on New Year’s Eve in the year of Your Lord, 1905 – I died. You’d think that would be the end of things, but it wasn’t. I rose up, a new man; a monster. And, by me, I was a monster. In only ninety-four years, I tore across the world like the Devil’s own hurricane. I killed and maimed. I destroyed whole families. I did it all with a smile on my face.
I only stopped when I saw her again; the girl from my childhood, still alive after over a hundred years. Ageless and mysterious; she was still that special girl who had warned me about my death – twenty-five years before it happened. That was when something clicked inside me; that was when the human me began to rise back to the surface.
I wanted to be as pure as she was. I wanted her to look at me again; look at me as she had when I was a boy – to look at me as if I were special. The more I thought about it, the more I knew it – she could be the one to help me. She would save me from my mistakes. From the hunger. From everything; she would save me from the world.
I just had to get into the world she lived in.