vampierella's Stories

Firespirit (birthay challenge)

2008-04-02T17:02:30Z

Blue light fell through the high glass-in-lead windows. The light nearly touched the edges of circle drawn on the ground.
Several people, wearing cloaks that hid their faces, sat in the circle.
Voices rose to the ceiling, composing a complicated song as they chanted.
The light crept over the floor as the hours passed, eventually one man entered the room, lighted the candles standing on circle line en left again.
In the middle of the circle lay a baby. The little being didn’t move or made a sound.
Suddenly the chanting was taken to a different level, the candles were blown out all at the same time and the fire swept over the floor in straight lines between the singers and lighted a smaller circle of candles around the baby. Now the flames rose together and formed a flaming orb around the child and lifted him of the pillow on which he lay.
The fire faded, the child opend his tiny fist and showed a little flame.
A women stepped foreward and took the child.
She was proud to be the mother of the chosen one

splitting headache (64K challenge)

2008-04-01T18:54:16Z

The Definition of a splitting headache: getting hit by an axe.

The Seer at the cliff -part 2: Home sweet home

2008-03-25T10:58:08Z

Gray clouds surrounded the little decayed house. Pointed shards of glass stuck out of the broken window and the wind blew his cold breath through the hole, whispering words to the young man who sat behind a table worn with age. His blue eyes stared into the emptiness no one else could see. A darkness so thick he was afraid of being unable to return, afraid of being stuck in the future forever.
The rags which covered up his body were wet, he was shaking like a leaf while burning up with fever. His excursion to the cliff might as well cost him his life.
His limbs were skinny, nearly transparent in their whiteness.
The shack on the cliff was dirty, the dirt was in fact the only thing that kept the walls together.
Pools of water formed around the table which stood in the centre of the only room.
A big pile of rotten hay in the corner mimicked in an obscure way a downy bed.
The hands of the young man slipped from his head. The blue eyes closed, the vision ended.
The fever raged in his body.

springchallenge-He'll never know me

2008-03-19T12:46:53Z

He knew all my secrets, he knew all my lies; but knowing me he didn’t, never.
He still doesn’t, and it drives him mad.
Sometimes he looks at me,
those big blew eyes just staring.
And I know he wonders,

‘Who is she?’

When he does that, I smile, walk right at him and kiss him.
He only knows what I tell him.
When I’m lying in his arms, his smell on my skin, his fingers climbing and conquering the hills of my body, I tell him things, secret things.
It makes him feel special, he is special, just not in that way.

I love him, and he loves me,

I know him, but he doesn’t know me,
he never will

He doesn’t understand

I need him, and he needs me
I hate him and he hates me
we collide, we fight, we live, we love
we cherish.

I love him, just not that way.

Who am I ?

I’m his worst nightmare,
I’m his dearest dream,
I destroy him,
I make him,
I kill him,
I heal him.

‘Who am I ?’

Who knows

I love him, he knows all my secrets, he knows all my lies, but he’ll never know me.

Mind over matter

2008-03-16T11:46:42Z

Now they were coming, swarming around my seemingly lifeless figure, their black capes waving around them. Their horrible laugh rose up to the sky and formed a blanked of darkness, pressing heavily on my shoulders.
A silky still heavy voice sounded in my head.
“When you go there, the chance exists you’ll never return”
I remembered I laughed and replied to the old man: “If no one ever returned, how come we have stories about them?”
“Few have returned, even fewer than the stories led us to believe. There will be a point where you’ll believe that all hope has gone, that you are doomed remember than,”
I laughed again, but now with an unsteady voice, and put my arms around the man I loved so much. “It’s a mind over matter thing, I know, and I’ll remember.” I kissed his wrinkled face an pulled the cap of my cloak over my face.
And here I sat now, and all hope had gone, the black water was not to be swum, and there was no matter to put over my mind. But then, I remembered, I’d seen wood, rotten, broken wood…

Happiness is a subjective feeling

2008-02-26T17:06:19Z

I was sitting behind my desk, flipping through some files and tapping self-conscious with my pen against my lower lip. Happiness is a subjective feeling. The fading light of the sun shone directly on my skin, the little breeze coming through the window, still smelling of winter but already impregnated with spring, blew the heat of the justice building away.
I looked through the files again. A little smile crossed my face and I cherished myself in my inner and the outer warmth.
I would get this psychotic bastard behind bars.
Fighting Evil is what makes me happy. And this surly was Evil with a capital ‘E’. So I no longer cared that he’d gotten out on bail because with this new witness I had a waterproof case. I’ve seen enough trails to know when I have a winner on my hands.
With the smile still on my face I got up, threw the case file in my briefcase and made myself ready for my final preparation with the witness.
I entered the interrogation room and…

Dont crie my reflection (Fantasy challenge)

2008-02-24T09:51:15Z

She cried, tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped them away with her wide sleeve.
Her lips pulled into a white stripe.
She knew that here parents would be furious if they could see her sit on the window-sill like that, here robe dangling down, knees pulled up under here chin. Not like a woman of noble birth becomes.
She stared with a gloomy look through the window.
Little raindrops had found there home on the glass and were now sliding down, making her reflection cry to.
She looked out over the grand domain, the forest which lay behind the stables and the lake, no more than a blue-grey shimmer in the distance. She felt like going to the stables and sleeping in the hay after which she could get up, saddle here horse and ride off, flee and never come back again. She didn’t mind working, getting dirty.
But she couldn’t, not in the cloths she was wearing, not with the dinner of this evening coming up. If she left now here parents would chase her throughout the Kingdome.
Soon, very soon now, just not tonight

What am I? (hidden message challenge)

2008-02-23T11:28:10Z

If you look through my house everything’s bold
If you stick in you head it gets wet and cold

Above all meat i’m chosen
but you fry me when frozen

And on some wood I yust might
to be at jour childrens delight

The Seer and the cliff

2008-02-21T18:38:10Z

The wind carried his cries far away, like seagulls flying up from the darkness of the cliff, splitting the black and white picture the storm had cast upon the surroundings. Beneath him the waves bashed into the grey rock, an enormous mouth with pointed grey teeth, ready to eat him, ready to receive the flesh of his body.
In a second he saw his corpse, laying broken on the cold stone, a wave picked it up and slammed it into the solid wall of the cliff. After is had fallen back the waves picked it up again to repeat the circle of throwing and falling until his body got stuck between two pointed rocks. His own blue eyes were glazed with death, some maggots fell out of his mouth.
He staggered backwards. His face was drawn from all colour. O, how he wished that he could throw himself of that cliff, putting an end to the madness. But the vision had shown a picture of the future. He knew that the time hadn’t come yet. Who was he to ignore a vision? Maybe in a few months, a few years he could finally find serenity.