Siryn's Short Stories

[chaos_incarnite91]

This is a thread dedicated to my infinate imagination and the short stories I create within its endless boundries...

Amara

Long ago there was a small, quiet little girl. Her name was Amara. Amara was no ordinary child; she had a power mortals could only have in dreams. She was feared and revered by many in the village as both god and daemon. Though she always meant well whispers began about her and her mother. Calling them deamons and the people began to believe the whispers and curse the mother and child. The one who had started the awful rumors had been none other than the priest. He felt threatened by the small child, and began calling her ‘Devil’s child’. The town’s people were only simple folk and none to bright. They believed everything the conniving priest said. All Amara had wanted was a quiet home, one with a real family like the ones she read about in stories. Her mother had died in childbirth, the villagers believed this to be an omen (it was really the evil priest). In the eyes of her fellow peers she only saw fear and hate. In the eyes of adults she found only cold cruelty. She tried to tell them she wasn’t what the priest made her out to be, but no one believed her. One day the town banded together to drive Amara out of their town. On the edge of the town, she turned to the people.

“You are blind to not see the true Devil. On your heads be it a curse I place, one chance received through time and space. Reject not this last salvation, for it will mean your damnation.” With that she turned and fled into the mountains. The villagers feared the girl’s curse, and wished to listen, but the priest merely brushed it aside. The priest said that it must have been something the child’s father had taught her (remember, if you will, that she is supposed to be the daughter of the devil). Years passed and the curse became just another nursery rhyme. It was over 100 years later that a little boy showed signs of having powers like Amara. Many thought he was the devil (fueled of course by the new priest’s words), but he and his parents knew differently. His mother and father tried in vain to protect their child (they happened to know that the nursery rhyme was in fact the curse). They tried in vain to convince them that he was not the devil’s son. But once again the villagers had been blinded by the priest and refused to listen. The boy’s parents were burned for devil worshiping. Upon seeing his parents burn something happened. The earth opened at the boy’s feet and swallowed up the whole village. The crevice did not fully close, and it seemed to be a wound that the earth would never heal. Through his tears he heard someone, but when he spun around all he saw were the rare mountain flowers, Amaris. He realized he was in a sea of them, smiling he looked around. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. Spinning around he was met with a bright smile and laughing eyes.

“Who are you?” the boy asked, more surprised than suspicious. The girl smiled and extended a hand. Once the boy had taken it she laughed.

“I am Amara, and you have set me free.” Smiling again she lead him to a rock in the middle of the azure, lavender sea. “Now I am no longer alone, and we shall fly for all eternity free as birds.” With that they lept up into the sky hand-in-hand into the horizon.


Okie Dokie...Around Da Ville we have quite a few literary contests and that's what started me on writing short stories...I intend to submit this one although I"m not sure how well it'll do later, but here it is for every one to pick apart stare just be gentle...  

[chaos_incarnite91]

tis based on how I was feeling...I had a crush on these two guys and well they were brothers...that parts true the rest is story and nothing more...

Death by Love

Long ago there once was a girl who was blinded by a false love, and her true and treacherous love would cause the destruction of the very man she cared about. This love-blind girl had a name, and her name was Lady Aurora, a beautiful name for one so blind. Many in this Day and Age would have considered her an angel made flesh. Her hair was a rich and deep amber, her eyes were the color of liquid jade, she had pale skin, and was fairly tall for her age. The man she thought she loved was called Lord Rednial; he had short midnight black hair and even darker eyes making him look slightly dangerous, and he was utterly ignorant of her heart. He was a skirt-chaser, but felt that Aurora was beneath him no matter that her station was thrice that of the girls he took with him. Do not pity the girl because there was one who loved her very deeply, but of course she never spared him such a glance with such an emotion. They were friends and had been since they could talk. He was the brother of Lord Rednial-Lord Brinial. Lord Brinial had light brown hair and his eyes were a slightly darker brown. His skin was tan from long hours of practicing with his swords. All found his sense of humor enjoyable and he was so utterly charming no one could stay mad at him for long. Each night after Lady Aurora learned that Lord Rednial had taken another lowly maid with him to bed, she wept such bitter tears that when they fell on her tongue they tasted of a gruesome cross between lemons and clover stems, Brinial tried often to make her smile. But one night her tears were so bitter that they stung any skin they touched. On that night not a ghost of a smile was seen on her lips. She became cold and distant.

When she no longer watched him-and he had run out of better amusement-Lord Rednial finally looked upon her. He began speaking to her-though she now thought so deeply she neither heard nor saw him any longer. One night he succeed in seducing the distracted Aurora. She wasn’t even aware of it until her mother had brought it up the next morning. Brinial received word of his brother’s despicable act and became blind with love filled rage. He challenged his brother to a duel for Aurora’s honor. Sir Rednial thought this a jest, but was soon quick to see that this was a very serious duel. Before the battle had even begun-it was over. They had killed each other at the same moment. And at the moment steel pierced flesh, it dawned on Aurora why Brinial was challenging his brother-he loved her. Aurora was struck dumb for a moment at the realization. Her tears fell at the sight of Brinial’s blood and they held so much guilty pain they were dyed the cursed tint of crimson. She turned and fled to the nearby cliffs. With her heart filled with suffocating guilt she cast her first and final spell (long ago everyone possessed such magick in themselves). Her feet became the roots of an oak and turned to stone halfway up her torso. Her raised arms became the branches and the rest of her body turned to stone. No one knew where she began and the tree ended. But it is said that she is forever crying her guilt in her crimson tears, and that she is waiting-waiting to be forgiven for her selfishly blind acts.  

[chaos_incarnite91]

not sure where this is from....just kind of flowed out my fingers and into the computer...

Suichi and Kimiya

Far to the west, when time passed in seasons, there once was a child. The youths of the villages banded together to kill the poor boy. The youths snuck pitchforks and torches from their parents late at night and headed to the cave. They hollered catcalls and jives at the innocent boy. He was so frightened he fled deeper into the caves. The leader and most vicious of all followed the poor, frightened boy pursuing him to the deepest inner chambers of the ancient cave. The leader was named Miyata and he had vowed long ago to kill the Cave-Boy. You see his sister had once gone to the caves to see what the fuss was about-she never came back. He had assumed the worst; the truth was that she had decided to live with the boy; she gave the Cave-Boy his name-Suichi. When she had first laid eyes on Suichi she had laughed and startled him into running away. She followed him and when he tripped and fell she helped him up and said that when the time came she would marry him. At the time Suichi had thought she was crazy and had tried to ignore her-but of course ignoring a girl bent on marrying you is never easy to do. Slowly over time he grew fond of her and she taught him to speak and taught him everything she knew. They had been eight at the time and now they were 17. Suichi and Miyata’s sister had planned to go down to the girl’s village the next day and ask for her father’s blessing.

Miyata had now begun to hear the ruckus her long forgotten brother had started to cause. She heard Suichi yell for her and she ran towards his voice, turning the corner she saw Suichi in a corner and her forgotten brother with his pitchfork raised and ready to kill. She ran and tackled her brother threatening him with everything she could. In her hand was a spear, after knocking him down she rolled away and pointed the spear at him ready to kill. He glared up at her, then suddenly realized who she was. Miyata had begun to think that she was a ghost, then she spoke-

“Who are you to attack my future husband, Suichi? Why have you entered our home in this hostile manner? You must be a childish brat!”

Miyata began to cry, his sister had never before spoken to him like this and it scared him. He told her why he was here and what he thought had happened.

“Imbecile! I was tired of the village and I had seen Suichi down at the village late at night watching us, wanting to be accepted. As soon as father wasn’t paying attention I ran for the caves and found him scared of me! He was scared of a little girl that’s how badly our “families” had hurt him. I vowed then and there to marry him-blessing or no!” She spat on the ground at her brother’s feet, turned, and walked to Suichi and started talking to him.

“Kimiya! Father will never agree!” Her brother shouted in defiance. “He believes that thing behind you is the devil incarnate! Father will kill him where he stands!” He thought he had won and that his sister would see the sense of his words and leave the creature to an early demise. Her sister stopped speaking, her face hidden.

“Miyata, do you know what father is really like? I do, I made it a point to find out why mother had killed herself saying it was his fault. She and I are of the same mind towards different people like Suichi. She had wanted to take Suichi in and raise him so that I may have a good, and kind husband. He heard this and had taken to hitting her, and the only way to escape was to use the kitchen knife.” Kimiya turned to face her brother’s disbelieving face. “If you are still bent on killing my future husband, I will have to kill you because he does not have a hard enough heart to kill a fly.” Her brother stood, turned and ran away into the darkness. Suichi made to go after him, but Kimiya stopped him telling Suichi that her brother must learn on his own, that he was too spoiled and needed discipline. They looked briefly into each other’s eyes, turned and started to walk to deeper into the caves.