Post by Ridel on Oct 6, 2011 21:02:29 GMT -5
Well basically... I was bored. Very, very bored.
Sitting here, waiting for my sister to get home from work so we can puzzle out the rest of the spiffy new test chambers in Portal 2. (Valve is my new best friend) :\/
So somewhere between reading old GT stories and twiddling my thumbs, I wrote the intro to a story, and decided to see if anyone would continue it!
I'm not sure it lends itself well to a pass on story, but hey, no pressure or anything. It was just an idea.
If no one continues it then I'll just move this to Story Related and turn it into a dump for all my half baked story ideas and random scenes.
Welp, enough of that. Here's the intro anyway. :I
Sometimes she wondered if there wasn’t some truth to the mysterious cult of the Chroniclers idea that life was bound, in small or sometimes colossal ways, by the rules of narrative.
After all, not too long ago she’d been living a comfortable, well appointed and fairly carefree life. She’d been going to a good school, and her father had been gaining an encouraging amount of support from the community.
Now she stood wedged between hard oak and a dusty encyclopedia, holding what might possibly be the last breath she would ever take, as the hulking mass of the human school teacher (a not unattractive man of about thirty five years, clocking in at what must have been at least six feet tall) searched the various nooks and crannies of his small but well furnished apartment. Looking, no doubt, for the singular specimen he’d collected just that morning.
Had she been in a position to, she would have scoffed. Yes, her life was rather like a novel wasn’t it? Not a top seller, she’d admit. But the proceedings of the last few weeks did have the mark of the unreal about them. Or perhaps it was just the adrenalin and lack of air that was blurring the edges of the events that lead her here. The political intrigue, the childish dare, the vicious betrayal and terrifying race for her life that had culminated in her current dilemma...
Sitting here, waiting for my sister to get home from work so we can puzzle out the rest of the spiffy new test chambers in Portal 2. (Valve is my new best friend) :\/
So somewhere between reading old GT stories and twiddling my thumbs, I wrote the intro to a story, and decided to see if anyone would continue it!
I'm not sure it lends itself well to a pass on story, but hey, no pressure or anything. It was just an idea.
If no one continues it then I'll just move this to Story Related and turn it into a dump for all my half baked story ideas and random scenes.
Welp, enough of that. Here's the intro anyway. :I
Sometimes she wondered if there wasn’t some truth to the mysterious cult of the Chroniclers idea that life was bound, in small or sometimes colossal ways, by the rules of narrative.
After all, not too long ago she’d been living a comfortable, well appointed and fairly carefree life. She’d been going to a good school, and her father had been gaining an encouraging amount of support from the community.
Now she stood wedged between hard oak and a dusty encyclopedia, holding what might possibly be the last breath she would ever take, as the hulking mass of the human school teacher (a not unattractive man of about thirty five years, clocking in at what must have been at least six feet tall) searched the various nooks and crannies of his small but well furnished apartment. Looking, no doubt, for the singular specimen he’d collected just that morning.
Had she been in a position to, she would have scoffed. Yes, her life was rather like a novel wasn’t it? Not a top seller, she’d admit. But the proceedings of the last few weeks did have the mark of the unreal about them. Or perhaps it was just the adrenalin and lack of air that was blurring the edges of the events that lead her here. The political intrigue, the childish dare, the vicious betrayal and terrifying race for her life that had culminated in her current dilemma...
Tis Amaya from everywhere! *flails* x3 
))
