I used to be firephantom21, but I deleted that account so I could start fresh.
I am not going to post super consistently but I will probably post some examples of my writing.
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Josh Sparks stepped off his tour bus, carrying a guitar case in one hand and his other was in his jacket pocket. He took in the sight of the arena he was playing at, it was bigger than any other venue he played at before and it was going to be in front of the biggest audience yet. He was unsure of how to feel about being at such a place, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter so he just walked to the performer’s entrance.
“Josh!” A girl called his name, one of the groupies that kept following him; he did not like the fact that they were always around, they didn’t let him get any space or air to breathe. “Wait for me!”
He didn’t respond to her, Haley was her name, he just continued to walk to the building without turning back to look at her.
“Josh!” She whined, causing him to sigh and reluctantly turn around, one of his brows was raised into his dark hairline.
“What.” It wasn’t phrased like a question, more like a blunt statement which showed that he was not in a good mood.
“I thought we were going to hang out before the show started,” she rested her hands on her hips, a pout forming on her bright red lips, “You promised last night.”
“No, I didn’t,” he replied with a sigh, “You said that you were going to hang out with me, and left before you heard me tell you no.”
“Come on sweetie,” Haley stepped in front of the door, blocking his path inside, “I just want to get to know you more.”
“No, you don’t,” Josh replied angrily, he despised girls like her: the fake ones who just want to be able to say that they’ve been with someone famous before. He can see right through her raven black hair, her makeup, and her sticky sweet kindness to her rotten center where her greed and lust fueled her actions. “You’re just another body full of lies and sweet nothings that just want to get into bed with a musician, or an actor or just someone with a high social status.”
“That’s no— ”
“Just get out of here!” He shouted at her, pushing past her and storming into the arena. He heard her grumbles of anger and defeat as he let the door slam in her face.
He hated being a rising star, it meant desperate people trying to get into bed with him at all costs. Haley was no exception, and what made it worse was that she was someone he decided to talk to first, she didn’t approach him and flirt like the others. He went to her at an afterparty, and she seemed cool at first but after two days he figured out her game, and it made him hate her instantly. She just wanted to use him in order to make her supermodel ex-boyfriend jealous, classic bitch who just wants a high status with a trophy next to her.
He walked to his dressing room quickly, avoiding every person he could manage before reaching the door decorated with a star and his name written in sharpie. He scowled at it as he threw the door open, slamming it behind him and locking it tight; he never had any sort of privacy unless he was in his own room—literally, it had to have his name on it. He sighed as he pulled out a chair that was in front of his vanity, little electric sparks jumped from his fingers and danced along the seat cushion though. He jumped back and growled with frustration, slamming his fist on the vanity and taking a deep breath; he needed to calm his power again. He opened his guitar case and revealed his favorite, hated, and only guitar he was willing to play. A classic, warm honey orange fading out into black edge colored, Gibson Les Paul guitar. He loved that guitar so much, but at the same time he despised it with every fiber of hid being; it was the reason for his fame and curse.
He got the guitar when he was around thirteen years’ old, and damn did he regret how he acquired it. He was stupid enough to trust some old guy in a back-alley way, he showed Josh the guitar and told him it was free and to just take it. As soon as Josh laid his hand on the neck of the gorgeous instrument, he blacked out. He remembered that he hit the ground, but to this day he has no idea how he fell unconscious, he just kind of did and it began the weirdest series of events he’d ever experienced. When he woke, it was a couple of hours later and the old guy was gone, the guitar wasn’t there and his body hurt all over like he’d had his ass handed to him, but there were no bruises or scratches. Not even a bump from where he hit his head on the concrete. He went home and straight to his room where the Les Paul guitar was sitting on his bed, he had no idea how it got there and when he reached out to touch it, lightning arched off his fingertips. From that day on, he had powers of lightning and electricity, the guitar followed him wherever he went, he even ran it over with his dad’s truck and not an hour later it was on his bed in perfect condition and there wasn’t a speck of evidence of it being run over on the drive way.
He hated that he couldn’t get rid of the damned thing, but having it around helped him to discover his talent for music. He was a gifted guitar player, even as a kid, so his parents decided to try and get him a contract with a record label as soon as humanly possible; which was only about a year after Josh got his guitar. They met with a manager named Ron, he helped his parents lay out the guidelines for their child prodigy which were strict to the point where it was less of traveling to perform and more of being in prison. He wasn’t allowed to go out without three bodyguards, he wasn’t allowed to have any time to himself, he was even given dietary restrictions for the first two years of his contract! He hated the way his parents organized it, they pretty much just handed him off to Ron and told him to keep him locked up; they didn’t say that obviously but it certainly felt like it. He was twenty-two years old when he met Haley, and he wished that he could just abandon the label so he could start his career over. But he was on a leash, he had no real way out. He also didn’t know what else to do, he was a famous recording artist, with countless adoring fans and about two albums on the market which sold fast. He had made it to fame, but he did not feel that fortunate.
He sat down on a stool and started to tune his prized/loathed guitar, it was just barely out of tune but enough that he could tell that he needed to fix it. He knew every note by heart so he didn’t need a machine to tune it for him, and as he played the strings his powers calmed down. Josh never learned how to use his powers, it’s not like there was anyone there to teach him, so he figured out ways to help them calm down which was so far just playing his guitar. Somehow his instrument not only had the ability to teleport, but it was able to make his powers calm down before they got out of control; he never figured out how it was able to do that and he thought he never would.
A knock sounded from his locked door, followed immediately by, “Josh, my boy!” It was his manager, Ron. God, Josh despised him; he was the reason he was a prisoner to the music industry, and he literally had no way out since he didn’t know what else he could do.
“Yeah?” Josh called through the door, not standing up to unlock it.
“Open up,” he stated with his voice sounding distracted—he was probably on his phone. “I want to talk to you about your argument with Haley earlier.”
Here we go, Josh thought to himself with an eye roll. He set down his instrument with a heavy sigh, walking to the door and opening it wide so his manager could enter.
Ron was a towering six-foot six, his face was a strange mix of young, from his attitude and excited way of talking, and old from the grey in his hair and wrinkles on his face—the crow’s feet thing. He sauntered into the room with the obnoxious authority he liked to flaunt around Josh just to tell him that he owned him. Josh sighed and returned to his chair so he could finish tuning the guitar.
“What’s up?” He asked while looking at the strings on the neck of his guitar.
“Well,” Ron started while pulling up another chair so he could look at his client eye to eye, “I just saw Haley storming to her car in a huff of rage, want to explain?”
“There’s nothing to explain.” He said bluntly, not meeting the man’s gaze, “She wasn’t who she said she was, she just wanted to be with me because I’m famous.”
Ron sighed exasperatedly, “Josh, you need to give people a chance. You can’t keep turning away every girl or guy just because you think they’re fake. They could be the one you’ve been looking for—”
“I’ll know who they are when I see them.” He interrupted before he could finish, “Haley wasn’t it. And don’t try to convince me otherwise, she just wanted to get attention.”
“You don’t know that.” Ron stated sternly.
“Actually, I do.” He snapped, glaring at his manager. “Also, why are you lecturing me about my romantic life? I thought that was the one thing I could have all to myself without you trying to control it all the time like everything else in my life.” Josh didn’t realize what he said until it was already in the air, both of them froze as those words sunk into Ron’s consciousness and he took some time to process it.
Ron sighed as he rested his chin on his folded hands, his eyes turned hard and unforgiving. “I have worked my ass off for you, young man. I think I deserve some more respect for what I’ve done for your career.” He glared right through Josh as he swallowed a nervous lump in his throat, his voice was cold and sinister. “Your contract gives me full control over your public image, and that includes whomever you date. So, I have a say in whom you date, whether you like it or not.”
“That’s not fair!” He shouted at his manager, these were moments he despised with him, he treated Josh like he was a child even though he was in his twenties. “You can’t make me be with someone I don’t want to be with!”
“I know, but I can forbid you from being with someone I don’t want you to be with.” His tone turned dark, like he was threatening him, “I get as much say in this aspect of your life as every other aspect. You forget your place in this contract sometimes, don’t you?”
Josh glared angrily at him, his hands clenching into fists and his teeth gritting together, he despised when Ron got like this. He treated Josh like he was a disobedient pet, something he owned and it made Josh livid.
“I am the performer, with my own fucking life, I can make my own choices without you treating me like some kid! I’m not fourteen anymore! I’m twenty-two! I’m an adult and I don’t need you to keep me on a leash! I’m not a dog and you don’t fucking own me, you bastard!”
Ron stood up and back handed Josh across the face, making a loud sound that echoed around the room and created a large red mark on Josh’s cheek. He cried out in pain as his head snapped to the side, a strong stinging sensation overwhelming the nerves on his cheek and a burning warmth rising from the friction of the aggressive contact. Josh gingerly placed his hand on his throbbing cheek, his powers were aching to lash out at his manager but he held them back, he never wanted to use them to harm someone. Josh’s hand shook in anger and shock as Ron started talking again.
“You forget, I do own you.” He stated coldly and in a menacing voice that showed Josh he had lost, “Your contract states that I am in full control of your public image, which involves your social life and who you choose to date. So, whatever I say about it, goes. You do not get the luxury of telling me what to do. I tell you what to do. I am the manager, you are my client. You belong to me. Are we clear?”
Josh lowered his head, he felt a mix of shame and hatred towards the situation. He knew that he was right, and that Ron was right. He was bound to him, by law, he knew no way out without losing everything—he could travel around on his own but he wouldn’t want to have to hire new helpers, he had enough money to do so since he kept half of the proceeds from every performance. He just felt like he would be even more miserable if he was completely alone, he wished that he could shake his head, he wanted to punch Ron in the face or electrocute him. But with a heavy heart, he nodded solemnly; he felt completely defeated and broken from that argument, but it wasn’t the first time he was broken by his manager.
“Good,” Ron replied, nodding curtly, and turning to leave Josh alone, “I will give you this free-be of breaking it off with Haley, but if I suggest another person for you, you will answer with “Thank you, Ron.” Understand?”
Josh nodded slowly, feeling utterly useless, “Yes sir.”
“Good boy.” Was the last thing he said before closing the door behind him. Josh held his head in his hands, gripping his hair angrily as he fought off tears of frustration, he hated the fact that he couldn’t fight back against Ron and his abuse.
He would’ve called the police, told them about his abusive manager and how he flat out beats him if they get into a disagreement, but he would have been laughed at. His manager wasn’t his legal guardian so it wasn’t that big of a deal to investigate it; which made Josh that much more frustrated with his situation. He felt like the equivalent of a slave, leashed to his owner with no idea what being free tasted like. He sighed as he made a silent wish, he wanted something to enter his life, it didn’t matter what it was, he wanted that something to be his key to freedom. Josh let out another heavy sigh, picking up his guitar and beginning to play a sad tune. He felt his powers relax inside of him, and he felt his own tension release as he continued to rehearse for the following three hours.
I had my partner! And he wasn’t some complete stranger that gave me the creeps! Griff was actually really good in a fight from what I watched, I was witness to him killing seven Grimm in about two seconds flat. It was a sight to see and I was glad to be on his good side, he was fierce and surprisingly laid back. When we were walking, he just had his arms behind his head like there was nothing to worry about even though we both were very aware of the fact that there were soulless monstrosities probably waiting for the best moment to strike around us.
We were walking north, it seemed like the clearest direction to walk in—it was probably because a lot of previous first year students had walked that way before them. But surprisingly, there weren’t a lot of Grimm to be seen after the Beowolves assault, Griff’s reasoning was that we scared them all off with how badass we were. It made me laugh, it was actually nice to have someone around to talk to and to not be so alone all the time; I was fine with being alone at certain times but others it was nice to have a person with me. I never had a lot of friends back in Mistral, so having one already was making my outlook a lot brighter. I started walking backwards so I was facing him completely, my arms behind my back and a smile on my face after he told another funny joke.
“So,” Griff started while sticking his hands in his pockets, “How much further do you think it is until we find the temple thing?”
“I’m not sure,” I frowned a bit at the realization, “I guess we’ll know it when we see it.”
“That makes sense, but I’m curious as to how much farther we’ll have to—”
He cut himself off, his arm shot out and grasped mine by the elbow. I was about to protest but I could feel that there was something wrong with what was behind me; I glanced back to see a drop off. My eyes grew slightly wide, I would have gone tumbling over the small cliff and probably gotten myself hurt—Griff already was saving my ass from getting hurt. I grasped his forearm and pulled myself away from the edge so I wasn’t so close to falling, then I noticed that there was an odd structure in the clearing.
The structure was in ruins, the pillars that might have held up a roof were crumbling to the ground, they were a musty green color mixed with stone grey and there was a stone, tile flooring around numerous podiums. On each podium, there was either a black or gold object, some of them were already gone but most of them were still present; I looked at Griff quizzically as he started to carefully walk down the drop off, I followed behind him cautiously since I almost fell off that thing less than a minute before. Once we reached the bottom, I walked over to one of the stands and noticed a black statue, it was a horse head.
“Are these, chess pieces?” Griff asked from behind me, I nodded as I walked around a little, inspecting each one.
“Well they look like little relics to me,” I shrugged indifferently as I peered closely at a golden one. It looked like it had the top of a crown on the very end that reached the sky, and it sloped down into a flat ridge which resembled a bust, the bottom was held up by a straight pole which gradually widened into the support for it.
“Which one should we take?” He asked from behind me, startling me out of my thoughts and refocusing my attention on what we were doing.
“How about this one?” I asked as I picked it up, handing it to him for inspection and his opinion. I didn’t know why I picked it up but it just sort of spoke to me.
“Sure, it looks pretty cool,” he commented with a nod, I took it back and slipped it into my ammo bag, it didn’t fit well so he took it and stuck it into his bag which was on his sling for his weapon.
“That wasn’t too difficult,” he glanced around as he said that, “I would have imagined something like booby traps around or at least an extra monster or two protecting this place.”
“I think Professor Ozpin would want us to not get hurt, and to make it back to the cliff safely.” I replied while ruffling my hair, I could feel that it was not obeying my part and it was at a spot that could show my headband.
“Fair enough,” he nodded after his blunt statement, he started to walk back the way we came and I could hear something from the forest to our right.
“Hold on a sec,” I held my arm out a bit as if to block his path but he wasn’t near me, my focus drilled into the woods before us as I tried to listen closer. With my wolf hearing muffled, all I could do was walk forward and take out my axe in case it was another Grimm, I didn’t know if Griff was following behind me but he was smart enough to figure out what I was doing.
I pressed the button on the pole to extend the full weapon, the sounds of it shifting echoed slightly but not to where it was obnoxious, I flipped it once so I was holding it up with the blade facing forward. The weapon was rather heavy, but I was used to the weight of it after using it for such a long time, it also was helpful to have the blade heavier than the pole so my swings were stronger and more powerful. I named it after its way of guiding the wielder with its weight to their target for the ultimate strike—hence the Guider part of its name; Maelstrom was just something I came up with because it sounded pretty cool. My weapon was also a reminder of the thing that I regret the most, being in the White Fang and doing the things that I did, but also it reminds me of how I've moved on from that awful way of life.
My focus returned to the situation I was in, glaring at the forest which continued to produce the sound of something approaching, and I was not feeling super comfortable with how dangerously close it was. My hands clung to my weapon tighter, slight warmth radiated from inside my gloves which revealed the anxiousness I was experiencing to myself; it was difficult to keep them still as I took a small step forward. I always had issues with anxiety in situations like that, when I couldn’t see where my opponent was coming from or what they were, which made stealth missions pretty challenging for me or missions when I had to ambush someone. I shook my head internally, forcing myself to get out of my own thoughts and to focus—yet again—on the task at hand.
Then, finally, something emerged from the forest line. I saw two people, which allowed me to immediately lower my weapon and relax a little bit; those two people were very familiar in their appearances and voices. I frowned a bit at first since I didn’t immediately remember their names, then I waved my hand before calling out to them.
“Noelani! Dunwall!” I smiled as they noticed me there and jogged over to greet me and Griff. I realized instantly that they were partners, as did they with us, Noelani walked over to the relics half way through the conversation I was having with Dunwall to understand how they found one another.
“What are these?” She asked bluntly, talking over us and reminding us of our mission.
“Those are the relics you're supposed to choose from,” Griff explained as he showed her the one we picked, “I don’t know what the name of ours is though.”
“That’s a queen.” Dunwall stated as he and I walked over to them, when I gave him a questioning look he elaborated with: “My dad used to play chess with my mother and they taught me how to play, it was not my favorite activity but it was something to cure the disease of boredom when the weather was too poor to set sail or leave the cabin.”
“Huh,” I nodded slightly with a small smile of surprise stuck on my face, “Seems like its unexpectedly helpful then.”
“Indeed it is,” he chuckled as Noelani held up another golden queen and announced that she wanted to have the same one since to her it looked pretty.
I was about to make a joke about the choice when a sound rang in my ears, it was a hissing sound south of the temple ruins. I frowned deeply as I turned my head so my human ears were pointed towards the source, or where I assumed the source was; a bad feeling flowered in my chest from my anxiety.
“Upsilon?” Griff asked, taking notice of my sudden change, “What’s wrong?”
“I think that we should head back to the cliff,” I stated, gaining the attention of all three of them.
“Any particular reason,” he continued while Noelani gave me a sideways look of confusion, “you know, besides that being our reason for coming out here?”
“I think there might be a final obstacle for us to go through, probably a large Grimm that was meant for us to run into.”
“How are you so sure?” Dunwall asked, but he sounded like he believed me.
“Just a gut feeling,” I lied, continuing to hide my Faunus heritage from them—they couldn’t hear the hissing since it was too faint for human ears alone.
“Well,” Noelani shrugged, “It beats just waiting around here for the Grimm to find us.”
I nodded and started to walk back to the forest, the three of them fell into step on both sides of me and they seemed to walk as badass as humanly possible. I smirked internally at the sight, wondering what was going to happen as we strode through the woods and towards where we knew the cliff was. It felt like an hour passed even though only a few brief minutes went by, I was somewhat lost in thought from the long walk with my anxious thoughts creating scenarios that I hoped would never occur in a million years.
A large clearing revealed itself to us after we completed three quarters of the walk, all of us stopped as I took out my weapon. Something simply did not feel right about the area, it made a sense of dread form inside me along with a frenzy of worries that caused me to assume there was a Grimm near us. I expanded my axe and held it at my side with the pole stuck in the ground, the sounds of their weapons shifting filled my eardrums in echoing clicks and slides of metal and gears. My eyes narrowed on the shadows of the forest in front of us, something told me that we were in for a large battle, and I took a fighting stance and inhaled a deep breath of calming air. My heartbeat slowed to a much more relaxed pace, something that I knew as a killing calm where I had a level enough head to focus on my goal and complete my mission whether it was killing a Grimm or a person.
A much more audible hiss echoed in my mind, and against all of the trees surrounding us, it was so deep and dark that it sent chills up my spine that would make an untrained person run for the hills. Griff asked behind me if I heard it and before I could respond a rumbling caused the earth to shake beneath our feet, making us all grunt and struggle to keep our feet steady on the ground. The earth exploded from under all of us, sending us all tumbling through the air and separating us from one another around the clearing. I flipped in the air into a roll so I landed uninjured on the ground, somersaulting onto my feet with my weapon in hand. I saw the three students I was with staring in awe at the beast we were faced with. It was the largest King Taijitu I had ever seen before in my life, and only the half of it that was colored white was visible to us; half of it was still underground and working its way up to the surface.
The enormous Grimm snake looked at me, its bright red orbs meeting my gaze for a few moments in a tense silence; I didn’t dare move a muscle at first, waiting to see what it would do. Then it released an earth shattering roar, a challenge to us all. I cracked my neck to the side, the sound as satisfying as the feeling of release it provided as the reptile shot out at me.
Alex Light was having another cookie cutter day at work, same thing every day of stacking bookshelves as she tried to cure her uncontrollable boredom with music blaring into her ears all day. She really wanted a new job, but it was all that she could do while she was working on her writing whenever she had a break; she was a bit of a music fanatic to be honest also. She wanted to sing somewhere; she had a couple issues however with doing so. Alex had never performed on stage before, she couldn’t read sheet music to save her life, and she couldn’t write her own chords for songs. So she was sort of doomed to a life of book stacking unless something changed.
She noticed one of her co-workers sort of dancing to her left, also talking to this jerk of a guy that continuously hit on Alex even though she clearly told him that she was not interested—the girls there even asked her out a couple times and she turned them down. She wasn’t one to date a ton of people, hell she had never kissed anyone before, which wasn’t exactly an issue for her. She was asexual, and she knew that if she dated any of the people at the book store that they would want to take it to the bedroom right after their date, which she was not into whatsoever. The guy, his name was Derek, caught Alex’s disdainful glare and made a gesture for her to remove her headphones which she did begrudgingly.
“What?” She asked with a dull tone, running her fingers through her auburn curls and flipping them over to obey her part and so they did not interfere with the shaved side of her head.
“Whatcha listenin’ to?” He smirked as he spoke with his lame country drawl, his thin lips covering the yellow monstrosities of his teeth.
“Metal.” She looked back at the book shelf she was tending to as she responded bluntly, the gold ring around the pupil slightly brighter than normal with the yellow colored book next to her head. Her eyes had a condition known as central heterochromia, where the colors were grey at the edges then blue fading to green and lastly green to gold.
“Again?” He chuckled, walking away from the girl whose name Alex had all but forgotten and leaning on the shelf right in Alex’s line of sight, “Why not listen to something better?”
This was their usual banter, she was a metal head and he was a fan of her least favorite music: rap. She couldn’t say that they weren’t musicians though since they were by definition, but also her favorite style was just as controversial with its loud guitar and occasional usage of a guttural roar. She didn’t listen to death metal though, she hated it. It was just screaming without any singing, which just sounded like it would hurt the “singer’s” throat.
“Because I don’t want to.” She answered with another glare shot at him, she really hated how he tried to flirt with her.
He scoffed, “You just don’t want to listen to real music,” he was implying that metal wasn’t real music, which always pissed her off.
“Hey Derek,” one of the other girls said from behind him, the one girl who Alex could stand being around: Tina. “Just leave her alone.”
“She knows I’m just playing,” Derek snickered, but he didn’t move from his spot on the wall next to her. “But anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight, seeing how both of our shifts end around five.”
“Nope,” was her response that made Tina chuckle, she and Tina were good friends and agreed on a lot of things. Mainly those that concerned Derek being an idiot and desperate at that, also that metal and rock music was better than rap. “I have important things to attend to.”
“Oh really?” He asked in an almost threatening tone, “Mind if I ask what?”
He had her in a box, she really didn’t have anything to do and she knew that he was going to try to get his way no matter what; she despised him and how he pressured most of his dates into going out. She noticed that Tina was turning up the radio and it was on a rock station, she gave Alex a wink before pointing at the speakers. The M.C. was talking about a ticket give away which was about to begin, the winner would be the eighth caller; Alex didn’t care what or who the concert was featuring, she just wanted to avoid being on a date with Derek.
“Earth to Alex?” He asked while waving his hand in front of her face, she smacked his hand away her arm poised to block an attack. She ignored him and walked to the radio and listened carefully for when they would say the phone number; he kept trying to regain her attention so he could try asking her out again.
She leaned her shoulder on the support for the bookshelf, focusing her hearing on the radio as the number to call was announced slowly; Tina typed in the number to her phone at the same time Alex did, but she didn’t press call as quickly as her friend did. Alex was patient enough to wait a full three seconds and then try to get the call through, she had done this kind of thing before and won tickets to see bands like Disturbed, Halestorm, and Five Finger Death Punch. She heard her phone ringing through her headphones, which meant she was in the running for the tickets, Tina was also smiling as she held the phone to her ear and giving Alex a thumbs up.
They waited through the next song, which was by Pop Evil. They were very serious when it came to concert tickets, they wanted to go to as many as they possibly could and so far, each of them had been to about a dozen different concerts for a dozen different performers. Alex had gone to a few repeats since she liked some bands better than others, but then her number surpassed her friend’s, so she only counted each artist as one. She actually had no idea who they were trying to win tickets for, but anything was better than hanging out with Derek for an entire night and having him try to have sex with her.
“Alright, Rock and Roll Nation!” The voice over the radio said with a slight laugh, “Time to see who the eighth caller and our daily winner is!” Alex tapped her foot in anticipation as she waited to hear the sound of someone picking up the phone, but she was left in the dust as Tina’s eyes widened with excitement and joy. She was about to celebrate when she noticed Alex’s disappointment and sigh since it meant she would have to go out with the douche bag behind her; then what happened next was something that Alex would never be able to thank her enough for, she shoved her phone into Alex’s hands.
“Say something!” She hissed with a smile, Alex grinned and held the phone to her ear.
“Hey there!” The excited radio voice said, “Care to tell us your name, caller number eight?”
“Uh,” She laughed with a slightly nervous tone, she always got a little scared when she won tickets on the radio since her voice was broadcasted all over the country, “Alex Light.”
“Well, Miss Light, allow me to congratulate you! You have just won a front row ticket to tonight’s concert for the hottest new guitarist around! Josh Sparks!”
Alex pretended to be excited and pumped for the show, but in reality, she had never heard of him before, she didn’t know that there was just a guitarist touring the country on his own. But it was better than being on a date with Derek. Actually, cleaning a gas station bathroom was better than being on a date with him, so Alex did not have high expectations for the show.
How did I allow this to happen?
Didn’t I swear to myself I would never do this?
What made me break the promise to myself?
Why did I risk so much for this?
I spent so much time building it up,
Sealing it off and keeping it away,
Locking it up and putting a wall around it
Blocking the dangers from entering
And protecting it from the world.
I managed to make it indestructible,
Nothing could go in or out of the fortress I made,
Only what already existed in it remained
And nothing could destroy its barriers
Or even touch its defenses without
Being obliterated immediately.
Then something appeared on the horizon,
Requesting peaceful passage and no ill intent.
At first no entry was permitted
And they were sent away with anger behind them.
They tried again, falling on their knees
Before pleading for entry; that was shameless
And commendable, so it was granted.
Cautiously, they were lead to the walls where
The stone draw bridge was lowered for the first time.
The forces stayed close and kept their weapons
Raised up in defense constantly and aimed at their head.
The escort was just as on edge with their words.
After a while, every one began to calm down
The weapons were sheathed but the guards remained
Flanking around the escort until the day arrived
That they were taken to the throne room.
In the throne room, I sat there in my armor
With my battle axe in hand and a mask on my face.
I was sharp, cold, and emotionless.
The visitor introduced himself and was gracious
With how he spoke, being careful and courteous.
I did not find any signs of a threat when he spoke,
My weapon lowered to rest at my side before I decided
To present my name to the man.
He grinned as he announced his own.
From then on, the guards slowly went back to their posts,
Leaving me and my visitor to our own devices.
I allowed myself to remove my mask,
Hang up my weapon on the wall,
Take off my thickest armor and
Show my face to this person.
He presented himself out in the open with
No source of protection to help him stay safe,
It seemed so natural, so genuine.
I allowed him into the vault,
Where I kept my most treasured possession which was
Unlocked for the very first time in the presence
Of someone other than myself.
He carried his possession with him,
Showing it to me and I handed him the
Precious key to mine.
It felt natural to present myself in the same way,
My allies were not too worried at the time,
They supported the person
Until they saw something that I couldn’t see,
Something so obvious that I didn’t know about.
They found a flaw, a flaw that showed he lied.
A break in his façade so great and so small
At the same time, it worried them enough to call a meeting.
I was hurt, angry and confused as to why they
Would accuse him of such a horrible thing;
Then they told me about what they found.
It was a virus.
An addiction spreading in my vault and consuming
My treasure, destroying it slowly.
I watched my treasure fall apart as I threw
The visitor out of my fortress,
A crack had formed in the center and grew to
A devastating crevice that threatened the total structure.
The longer I tried to just ignore it,
The larger it grew, completely destroying the titanium
Barrier and exposing the slightly fragile interior.
I realized that I would never truly move past it,
Never really forget or let go of the person
Who broke through my armor.
Eventually, the crack spread to the inside
I worked so hard on keeping safe.
I felt the entire fortress shake that day,
The priceless treasure, the essence of the castle
The life force behind the walls:
It was broken.
I raced to see how it could have broken,
Knowing that stone was not easily destroyed even
Under such a heavy weight of stress.
But when I entered the vault, I saw what it had become.
The stone was glass, it was a dark glass that was
Shattered all over the floor and some of it
Was even in such fine shards that it looked
Like a sort of sparkling dust.
There was no weapon as evidence, there was
No footsteps in the ashes of reflective frailness,
Not even a pebble out of place on the cobblestone
Floor under my feet.
There were no words,
No words that could properly express the
Agony following the destruction of
My precious treasure of stone
I was in shock, I had no idea
How my stone broke so easily or how
It became something so fragile and
So, delicate to even the smallest crack.
Time will pass, but my stone will forever be
Scarred, even as I rebuild it to be
As strong or stronger than before, I will always remember when
My stone turned to glass.
So I've been working on a book since I was about twelve years old, and I wanted to start posting things about it on here for feedback and suggestions for what I could adjust or do better.
But I am very nervous about doing so since original work tends to not be as popular as fan fiction or a fan made story, so I wanted your opinions on it.
The first thing I want to post is possibly the terminology list that I've worked on for the stories, and their definitions as well as their pronunciations.
Can you guys tell me what you think???