Atar strolled down the brightly lit hall toward the astronomy spire. He slowed to admire the star speckled ceiling of the constellation corridor, which filled the hall with exquisite light.
“Atar, wait,” said a deep powerful voice.
Atar turned around to see the astronomer Celesto striding down the hall, his blue and silver robes glinting in the starlight.
“Walk with me,” he said gently.
“Of course sir,” answered Atar slowing down to let the astronomer pull even with him.
“Have you seen Wira today?” asked Celesto.
“No, why?” responded Atar.
“Because I haven’t seen her either.” Responded the tall, thin man that resembled a wire wearing clothes.
“I know how much you two are in love,” he said his voice dripping with sarcasm. Atar turned away, hiding the scarlet blush that was creeping on to his cheeks.
i like the description "A wire wearing clothes" :)
ReplyDeleteThis is something I started with Lynn this summer. I'm thinking of continuing it, so please tell me what you think. :)
ReplyDeleteThe train wreck was proceeding nicely, Adil thought, and shifted slightly in his perch. He was in perfect position to see everything. Jerry had been right—this really was the perfect tree. Yesterday Sam had set everything up so he could safely rappel down to the ground, if something went wrong. So far, it seemed unnecessary: everything was going smoothly, exactly as planned.
The train had smashed into the rocks and then derailed. It lay on its side now, like a dying animal. He could see the flames leaping, flickering—in fact, he could smell the smoke all the way up here. It hung over the wreck—a black haze that obscured his vision slightly as the fire progressed. There didn’t look to be any survivors. Well, that was okay. Nobody to screw up the rest of the plan.
Adil checked his watch—1:43. Jerry should be down there any moment. The train below smoldered. The minutes were ticking by. Where was he?! Adil was fidgeting uncomfortably. As he was learning now, the longer you stayed on the stupid platform, the smaller it seemed to get.
A slight movement by the tracks caught his eye. Immediately, Adil grabbed the binoculars that lay next to him and focused them next to the wreck. Yes! There he was. Jerry darted towards the train—the last car had barely been burnt, thank god.
Wow! Ava, all of the stories i hear that you write make me jealous because I can't write that well. I want to hear what you have written next! DEFINATELY CONTINUE!
ReplyDeleteIf anybody has part of a story that isn't related to a prompt, that you want to get posted, just
ReplyDeletee-mail me or Nathan and we'll post it. :)