My Story Diary
Apr 26, 2010 20:33:38 GMT -5
Post by rizzo13 on Apr 26, 2010 20:33:38 GMT -5
This is all symbolism of my life. The characters aren't the symbolism, but the details are.
Devingel ran through the green, black tinted forest that seemed to surround him with darkness, pounding on his eyes until he wanted to cry with fright. He gasped as he saw a bird rising from a tree, a smaller bird in its beak, and flying away after letting out a cry of dismay. Feathers drifted down from the bird and landed delicately on the ground below, covering small patches of dull grass with a blanket of black.
Devingel had just found love, he had just found hope. He had found everything he ever needed. It was all torture. His love had left him, blown him off for loving her too much. She wanted to be wanted not had. She wanted to be ran after, not to be loved. She was nothing but a person who wanted attention. Now he was running from his friend who he had recently found out was always plotting to kill him.
Devingel turned his head to look behind him and saw a black outline of a person pounding its heavy feet on the grass, running for him. He could hear the creak of leaves as the boots of the man hit the ground, stirring up dirt each movement. The dirt floated into the sky and become one with the clouds which engulfed it and swallowed it whole.
Devingel hated life. Was it all really worth it? Should he just stop and allow this man, Hindalee, to kill him with the staff he had in his hand? Or should he keep running, keep cheating death. He was already pretty much laughing in the Devil's face yelling, “You can't get me! Na na na na boo boo.” It was just like when he was a child, running from his mother when he refused to take a bath.
Devingel looked behind him and saw that Hindalee was gone. Where was he? He then noticed a shape moving just on the edge of the horizon, running from him. Hindalee was running? He never ran from anything. He didn't even run from Hitler, him being a Jew. He just rallied some troops and charged. He was the bravest person Devingel had ever known and he was running.
Devingel turned back around to run again, but saw a woman's face move back behind a tree. He had seen her, though, so there was no hiding. “Come out,” he ordered. The woman stepped from behind the tree and smirked, something silver glinting in her hand. A knife. How did she know that only silver could hurt him? How could she possibly know that?
“I know all your secrets,” she said as if she could read his mind. She then opened her mouth just the slightest bit to reveal needle sharp canine teeth that pointed to Hell, where Devingel would probably end up going by the end of this night. Then, as if it was an angel from above, the sun's rays came from the horizon. The woman screeched and cowered to the ground. Her eyes were slowly melting in and Devingel could already see the reflection of her retinas inside them. She was dying. “There is more to come my son, more to come …” And with that the old vampire turned to dust, scattering herself across the ground. The ash then sunk into the earth and with that, Devingel's mother was no more.
What do you think?
Devingel ran through the green, black tinted forest that seemed to surround him with darkness, pounding on his eyes until he wanted to cry with fright. He gasped as he saw a bird rising from a tree, a smaller bird in its beak, and flying away after letting out a cry of dismay. Feathers drifted down from the bird and landed delicately on the ground below, covering small patches of dull grass with a blanket of black.
Devingel had just found love, he had just found hope. He had found everything he ever needed. It was all torture. His love had left him, blown him off for loving her too much. She wanted to be wanted not had. She wanted to be ran after, not to be loved. She was nothing but a person who wanted attention. Now he was running from his friend who he had recently found out was always plotting to kill him.
Devingel turned his head to look behind him and saw a black outline of a person pounding its heavy feet on the grass, running for him. He could hear the creak of leaves as the boots of the man hit the ground, stirring up dirt each movement. The dirt floated into the sky and become one with the clouds which engulfed it and swallowed it whole.
Devingel hated life. Was it all really worth it? Should he just stop and allow this man, Hindalee, to kill him with the staff he had in his hand? Or should he keep running, keep cheating death. He was already pretty much laughing in the Devil's face yelling, “You can't get me! Na na na na boo boo.” It was just like when he was a child, running from his mother when he refused to take a bath.
Devingel looked behind him and saw that Hindalee was gone. Where was he? He then noticed a shape moving just on the edge of the horizon, running from him. Hindalee was running? He never ran from anything. He didn't even run from Hitler, him being a Jew. He just rallied some troops and charged. He was the bravest person Devingel had ever known and he was running.
Devingel turned back around to run again, but saw a woman's face move back behind a tree. He had seen her, though, so there was no hiding. “Come out,” he ordered. The woman stepped from behind the tree and smirked, something silver glinting in her hand. A knife. How did she know that only silver could hurt him? How could she possibly know that?
“I know all your secrets,” she said as if she could read his mind. She then opened her mouth just the slightest bit to reveal needle sharp canine teeth that pointed to Hell, where Devingel would probably end up going by the end of this night. Then, as if it was an angel from above, the sun's rays came from the horizon. The woman screeched and cowered to the ground. Her eyes were slowly melting in and Devingel could already see the reflection of her retinas inside them. She was dying. “There is more to come my son, more to come …” And with that the old vampire turned to dust, scattering herself across the ground. The ash then sunk into the earth and with that, Devingel's mother was no more.
What do you think?
