Kätharina
Mar 21 2007, 10:13 PM
Yea... this is a preety lame excuse, but i just wrote this to get out from doing a bit of my english coursework which ive been slaving away at all night (yes im a person who leaves it at last minute!) the coursework needs to be handed in tomorrow and if it isn't im basically FRENCH TOAST I SAY!
Ahh anyway, heres my story, i actually haven't finished it yet considering its only a short story bleh bleh bleh.
Gah stop listening to me and read. :P
CAUGHT DEAD STUDIOS™ & CMC© - I BRUISE EASILY - CAUGHT DEAD STUDIOS & CMC
2003 - 2007©
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CDS™ & CMC© Owner: Cathryn ‘M’ Clarke
Following story ‘I BRUISE EASILY’ was created and edited by Cathryn ‘M’ Clarke.
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I BRUISE EASILY – FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII – SHORT STORY
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Storm stood atop his balcony, resting his hands on the wall overlooking a sun setting behind a large array of tall dark buildings, yet the sun didn’t seem to reach the city he overlooked, his face fixed to a firm frown, concentrating on the sun, his thoughts deepening with every second he kept focus on the source of light which kept its rays from the darkened city, he deepened into his thoughts, recollecting all that had happened over the past 72 hours of his newly reformed life, 7 years lost, a dead empire, a lost crystal, a fight for survival, he kept his thoughts firmly tightened as his glare increased even more on the sun.
The blackened balcony doors, roughly 2 meters from where he was leant opened slowly, out stepped a woman of 19 years, dressed in a white v-neck shirt and dark blue combat trousers with a belt with pouches sewn on tightly fastened around her waist, Storm didn’t notice her until her hand lightly touched his shoulder making him startle and quickly turn around, breaking him from his thoughts, the woman also startled, pulled her hand away, they acknowledged each other in silence and went back to their previous positions.
She began, “It doesn’t have to be this was you know,” Staring into the direction of the sun.
“Some things are meant to stay in darkness,” Storm paused, “Sometimes it cannot be helped.”
She leant on the banister along with him, and then turned towards him, concentrating on his facial expression.
“Sometimes it can be helped, you know…there’s no point to loose faith in something that can be helped,” She exaggerated.
He sighed his frustration and stood up to run his hands through his hair, pulling it back and letting it drop into jagged positions, during that time, she kept her eyes on him, watching his body language toward the words she spoke, he started to pace towards the doors, swung them open and walked through, the doors slammed shut, in only moments the woman could hear the crashing of objects from the room behind the doors, she left it only 2 or 3 minutes until she decided to confront him, she opened the doors only to find Storm, throwing objects and breaking other objects with a glowing mystical dagger he clenched in his right hand, shocked by his actions, she ran up behind him, trying to restrain him from his actions, without thought he twisted around, causing her to break free of him and ending up cutting her shoulder with his dagger, in shock she watched the blood fall from her cut under her ripped shirt and onto the grey carpet floor, she strode out of the room and onto the balcony where she sat for over 2 hours in a small amount of pain and a build up of shock and anger in a lounge chair carefully placed in the corner.
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Storm himself, stayed in the room from where it all started, sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed, cupping his head in his hands, sometimes running his fingers through his hair once and a while, he rose from where he sat for the past two hours and walked into his bathroom, which was only a few steps from his bedroom, he took out a bowl, a hand towel and some band aid, all found in a cabinet under the sink itself, he filled the bowl with warm water and placed the small towel in the water and held the bowl in his right hand while he picked up the band aid with his left hand, walked carefully out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and opened the doors leading to the balcony with the band aid in his hand, he approached the woman sitting curled up in a chair.
“Take your shirt off,” he said.
“Excuse me!” she shouted in disbelief.
“Now, please.”
“What do you think I am!” she exclaimed, not even noticing he was holding a bowl of water and band aid in his hands.
He kneeled down and placed the bowl on the floor, and lent over and grabbed onto the sleeve of her torn shirt and ripped it off, in embarrassment she shuffled back in her chair, he took her wrist and pulled it towards him, still kneeling, he took the hand towel from the bowl of warm water, squeezed excess water from it, and started to bathe her small cut on her shoulder, he knelt and she sat in silence for a few minutes as he continued to dab her wound with the hand towel.
“Im sorry,” Storm hesitated.
“Thank you,” she replied in a calm tone.
“I didn’t mean to do what I did, I was ju-,” His words where cut short.
“You where angry, I know, try dealing with my hormones then you’ll know angry,” she joked.
He didn’t smile or laugh, but just kept his eyes on her wound as he lightly dabbed it a few more times until he placed the hand towel back into the water and picked up the band aid.
“Hold out your arm,” he spoke.
She held out her arm, he began to wrap the band aid tightly under her arm and onto her shoulder, wrapping it a couple more times, he ripped the band aid from the bundle and tied it even tighter, finding her arm lacking normal circulation, he then stood up and stood at the same place his previously stood before he went into a violent rage in his bedroom.
“You’re falling.” She worryingly.
He turned around, and his expression of frustration was wiped off his face, his eyes only told his true emotions.
“You’re falling, and you know it,” she replied to his silence, “yet you do nothing about it!” her voice rose as she got out of her chair and walked towards him.
Ahh anyway, heres my story, i actually haven't finished it yet considering its only a short story bleh bleh bleh.
Gah stop listening to me and read. :P
CAUGHT DEAD STUDIOS™ & CMC© - I BRUISE EASILY - CAUGHT DEAD STUDIOS & CMC
2003 - 2007©
________________________________________
CDS™ & CMC© Owner: Cathryn ‘M’ Clarke
Following story ‘I BRUISE EASILY’ was created and edited by Cathryn ‘M’ Clarke.
________________________________________
I BRUISE EASILY – FINAL FANTASY Versus XIII – SHORT STORY
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Storm stood atop his balcony, resting his hands on the wall overlooking a sun setting behind a large array of tall dark buildings, yet the sun didn’t seem to reach the city he overlooked, his face fixed to a firm frown, concentrating on the sun, his thoughts deepening with every second he kept focus on the source of light which kept its rays from the darkened city, he deepened into his thoughts, recollecting all that had happened over the past 72 hours of his newly reformed life, 7 years lost, a dead empire, a lost crystal, a fight for survival, he kept his thoughts firmly tightened as his glare increased even more on the sun.
The blackened balcony doors, roughly 2 meters from where he was leant opened slowly, out stepped a woman of 19 years, dressed in a white v-neck shirt and dark blue combat trousers with a belt with pouches sewn on tightly fastened around her waist, Storm didn’t notice her until her hand lightly touched his shoulder making him startle and quickly turn around, breaking him from his thoughts, the woman also startled, pulled her hand away, they acknowledged each other in silence and went back to their previous positions.
She began, “It doesn’t have to be this was you know,” Staring into the direction of the sun.
“Some things are meant to stay in darkness,” Storm paused, “Sometimes it cannot be helped.”
She leant on the banister along with him, and then turned towards him, concentrating on his facial expression.
“Sometimes it can be helped, you know…there’s no point to loose faith in something that can be helped,” She exaggerated.
He sighed his frustration and stood up to run his hands through his hair, pulling it back and letting it drop into jagged positions, during that time, she kept her eyes on him, watching his body language toward the words she spoke, he started to pace towards the doors, swung them open and walked through, the doors slammed shut, in only moments the woman could hear the crashing of objects from the room behind the doors, she left it only 2 or 3 minutes until she decided to confront him, she opened the doors only to find Storm, throwing objects and breaking other objects with a glowing mystical dagger he clenched in his right hand, shocked by his actions, she ran up behind him, trying to restrain him from his actions, without thought he twisted around, causing her to break free of him and ending up cutting her shoulder with his dagger, in shock she watched the blood fall from her cut under her ripped shirt and onto the grey carpet floor, she strode out of the room and onto the balcony where she sat for over 2 hours in a small amount of pain and a build up of shock and anger in a lounge chair carefully placed in the corner.
________________________________________
Storm himself, stayed in the room from where it all started, sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed, cupping his head in his hands, sometimes running his fingers through his hair once and a while, he rose from where he sat for the past two hours and walked into his bathroom, which was only a few steps from his bedroom, he took out a bowl, a hand towel and some band aid, all found in a cabinet under the sink itself, he filled the bowl with warm water and placed the small towel in the water and held the bowl in his right hand while he picked up the band aid with his left hand, walked carefully out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and opened the doors leading to the balcony with the band aid in his hand, he approached the woman sitting curled up in a chair.
“Take your shirt off,” he said.
“Excuse me!” she shouted in disbelief.
“Now, please.”
“What do you think I am!” she exclaimed, not even noticing he was holding a bowl of water and band aid in his hands.
He kneeled down and placed the bowl on the floor, and lent over and grabbed onto the sleeve of her torn shirt and ripped it off, in embarrassment she shuffled back in her chair, he took her wrist and pulled it towards him, still kneeling, he took the hand towel from the bowl of warm water, squeezed excess water from it, and started to bathe her small cut on her shoulder, he knelt and she sat in silence for a few minutes as he continued to dab her wound with the hand towel.
“Im sorry,” Storm hesitated.
“Thank you,” she replied in a calm tone.
“I didn’t mean to do what I did, I was ju-,” His words where cut short.
“You where angry, I know, try dealing with my hormones then you’ll know angry,” she joked.
He didn’t smile or laugh, but just kept his eyes on her wound as he lightly dabbed it a few more times until he placed the hand towel back into the water and picked up the band aid.
“Hold out your arm,” he spoke.
She held out her arm, he began to wrap the band aid tightly under her arm and onto her shoulder, wrapping it a couple more times, he ripped the band aid from the bundle and tied it even tighter, finding her arm lacking normal circulation, he then stood up and stood at the same place his previously stood before he went into a violent rage in his bedroom.
“You’re falling.” She worryingly.
He turned around, and his expression of frustration was wiped off his face, his eyes only told his true emotions.
“You’re falling, and you know it,” she replied to his silence, “yet you do nothing about it!” her voice rose as she got out of her chair and walked towards him.