Imagine this: three children playing on a set of swings in front of a school. If you look closer, you will see that they aren't really children, but young teenagers, possibly freshmen in high school. They are playing that old game wherein one person sits in a swing while another spins them around, twisting up the chain, then letting go, sending the rider into a fast spin.
One of the girls (for they are all female) is spinning another, and she's going fairly quickly as well.
Suddenly the girl in the swing begins to scream.
Everything stops, centers on that one bit of time, that scream.
The girl is caught in the swing chain.
The spin
Swords flash, fly, spark, gleaming in the light. I focus, going over the sequence as I go through it. Timing is everything: off again. Damn. I hear a conversation across the room; it sounds intriguing. We've finished this run-through; I wander off to investigate.
Wait. What's tha-
CLANG.
Ouch.
I'm okay, really I am! Oh, that's blood. Interesting. How did that get there, I wonder? Hand on my forehead? Hand on my forehead is an excellent idea. Whoa. And now we're going into the hallway - ah, they're sitting me down.
Everybody is so panicky. It's just a little blood! Oh. Right. A sword cut my head open.
Thank you for the water - w
A Kitchen -working title- by estelendur, literature
Literature
A Kitchen -working title-
This kitchen is small, and rather cramped. The furnishings are cheap, second-hand, but there is a kind of dignity there nonetheless. The walls and ceiling are painted a brilliant white; every surface is scrubbed absolutely clean. The floor tiles have a blue-white pattern. The cupboards along the wall used to be cracked; they are now duct-taped and painted. Their brass handles are polished, and gleam in the sunlight streaming through the large windows above the metal sink. The refrigerator lists to one side; its plastic door handles are chipped and scuffed. The shining metal is almost entirely obscured by magnets, notes, drawings, and photos.
Of the seven deadly sins, what's yours?
Lust
Gluttony
Avarice
Sloth
Wrath
Envy
Pride
I'm rather fond of most of them :P, but I think my worst one is pride...
Tagged by MYSELF :P
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
...East, both balked for a time by the Dutch who controlled the spice trade of the Indies. Three naval... ~ The Underground History of American Education [Excellent book. Read it.]
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
I can touch the wall behind me from my chair.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Last TV show? Firefly. Last TV thing with commercials or whatever? Doctor Who. Last thing being broadcast on TV? Full House (sadly enough - it was more or less involuntary).
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
5:40
5. Now look
01) First name: Esty
02) Your nickname in dA: Esty, I suppose
03) Birthday: 12-12-90
04) Horoscope sign: Sagittarius
05) Birth town: Ann Arbor, Michigan
06) Religion: UU.
07) Nationality: Full-blooded USAdian.
08) Parents: A mom and a dad.
09) Do you love them: Eeeh... I def'nitely love my dad. I'm less clear on the whole mother issue.
10) Brothers or sisters: Twin brother.
11) Do you like the place where you live: I love it, and I plan on staying as long as possible.
13) Colour of your eyes: Def'nitely brown.
14) Height: 5'5"
15) Weight: 125-130 pounds
16) What school/grade are you going to: 10th
17) What marks do you have: Ba