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valis2I just remembered this story I wrote while I was in high school. It's rather angsty and strange, of course.
Just goes to show you how deeply my squid-lurve is anchored...
Uh, and character death warning. Rather short, under 500 words.
ECHOES OF THE DEEP by my sixteen-year-old self
Julia smiled faintly--merely a twisting of her lips, nothing real. Charles smiled, too, happy that his joke has pleased her
when she hadn't even heard it, her mind was focused on other things.
Deep under the ocean something moved. She knew it, She felt it, deep within her, a liquid sensation of being known by someone other than herself. Charles saw her abrupt paleness.
"Julia, you don't look so good," he said, using it as an excuse to look deep into her fathomless dark dark green eyes.
"I don't think I'm feeling so well after all," she said, feeling flustered. A weight was constricting her chest. "I think I'm going to go home."
"I'll give you a ride," he said immediately. His eyes began to gleam.
"I'll take a cab," she said, smiling faintly in protest.
"Really, Jules, it's no--"
"My name is Julia, not Jules, and no thanks, Charles. See you at the office Monday." She snatched up her black purse and left, hurriedly saying her goodbyes.
She locked the apartment door after her. What a relief to get away from that moron.
She kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the couch, still feeling strangely. Her bones felt like they were seawater. She kept moving in slow motion.
Again something moved under the ocean. This time it was much more pronounced, seeming to break away from the sea floor and bob miles upward to the surface. Her heart leapt. She was rushing upward at an alarming rate. She grabbed the couch desperately. She wasn't moving herself, but it was such a terrifyingly real feeling she couldn't help it.
There was an explotion of pain in her back. She had a sudden vision of a great sea-creature, impaled by the harpoon. She screamed horribly, arching her shoulders and scrabbling with her hands to yank the shaft out. She shrieked and burst through the kitchen. Crazy thoughts swam insane-like through her painfilled brain. Blinded by her agony she crashed through a window and fell fourteen stories to her death.
one thousand miles away a giant squid sank once again to the bottom of the sea
Just goes to show you how deeply my squid-lurve is anchored...
Uh, and character death warning. Rather short, under 500 words.
ECHOES OF THE DEEP by my sixteen-year-old self
Julia smiled faintly--merely a twisting of her lips, nothing real. Charles smiled, too, happy that his joke has pleased her
when she hadn't even heard it, her mind was focused on other things.
Deep under the ocean something moved. She knew it, She felt it, deep within her, a liquid sensation of being known by someone other than herself. Charles saw her abrupt paleness.
"Julia, you don't look so good," he said, using it as an excuse to look deep into her fathomless dark dark green eyes.
"I don't think I'm feeling so well after all," she said, feeling flustered. A weight was constricting her chest. "I think I'm going to go home."
"I'll give you a ride," he said immediately. His eyes began to gleam.
"I'll take a cab," she said, smiling faintly in protest.
"Really, Jules, it's no--"
"My name is Julia, not Jules, and no thanks, Charles. See you at the office Monday." She snatched up her black purse and left, hurriedly saying her goodbyes.
She locked the apartment door after her. What a relief to get away from that moron.
She kicked off her shoes and flopped down on the couch, still feeling strangely. Her bones felt like they were seawater. She kept moving in slow motion.
Again something moved under the ocean. This time it was much more pronounced, seeming to break away from the sea floor and bob miles upward to the surface. Her heart leapt. She was rushing upward at an alarming rate. She grabbed the couch desperately. She wasn't moving herself, but it was such a terrifyingly real feeling she couldn't help it.
There was an explotion of pain in her back. She had a sudden vision of a great sea-creature, impaled by the harpoon. She screamed horribly, arching her shoulders and scrabbling with her hands to yank the shaft out. She shrieked and burst through the kitchen. Crazy thoughts swam insane-like through her painfilled brain. Blinded by her agony she crashed through a window and fell fourteen stories to her death.
one thousand miles away a giant squid sank once again to the bottom of the sea
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Date: 2007-06-29 09:10 pm (UTC)yes, it's some kind of mania, I think
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