Post by Korski on Jun 21, 2009 1:24:00 GMT -5
*I'm adding this very short snippet of a story I barely started just because I like it regardless of the size, haha. It was inspired during multiple plays of Muse' song of the same name. I started daydreaming about a giant, mysterious structure that falls from the sky onto an unsuspecting city, leveling a good portion of it. Strange, vicious creatures start pouring out of it and the military is called in to contain the situation. It doesn't work out well and a small team is sent into the structure to determine the source of these creatures and stop them if possible. Things get weirder from there. Anyways, here ya go.*
The sun began to rise and greet the Monday, midsummer morning. A sweeping blanket of warmth and light seeped into every nook and cranny of the slumbering cityscape, driving out the darkness of the night before. It was sunrises such as these that most people missed out on or never really took the time to appreciate. Either with their late nights, and subsequently later mornings, causing them to miss it altogether or those early risers who were fortunate enough to be awake in time but were so distracted by their morning rituals that they couldn’t be bothered to notice. Harvey Shepard was not one of those people. He had made it a habit to be awake every day before dawn to watch the sunrise from the balcony of his apartment building, silently gazing at the sky as it transitioned from starlight to a subtle mixture of orange and purple hues. Harvey saw that the sun has cleared the horizon and his relaxation time was coming to an end. He grunted and pulled himself up from his lawn chair, stretched languidly and heard the telltale sound of his daughter’s scuffling feet approaching from behind.
“How was it this time, Dad?” Anna grinned, pleased with her own sarcastic remark. “I bet it was completely different from all the other sunrises, right?”
Anna Shepard was 15 years of age and the spitting image of her father. They both had the same sandy, light brown hair, the same hazel-green eyes and the same sharp wit.
The sun began to rise and greet the Monday, midsummer morning. A sweeping blanket of warmth and light seeped into every nook and cranny of the slumbering cityscape, driving out the darkness of the night before. It was sunrises such as these that most people missed out on or never really took the time to appreciate. Either with their late nights, and subsequently later mornings, causing them to miss it altogether or those early risers who were fortunate enough to be awake in time but were so distracted by their morning rituals that they couldn’t be bothered to notice. Harvey Shepard was not one of those people. He had made it a habit to be awake every day before dawn to watch the sunrise from the balcony of his apartment building, silently gazing at the sky as it transitioned from starlight to a subtle mixture of orange and purple hues. Harvey saw that the sun has cleared the horizon and his relaxation time was coming to an end. He grunted and pulled himself up from his lawn chair, stretched languidly and heard the telltale sound of his daughter’s scuffling feet approaching from behind.
“How was it this time, Dad?” Anna grinned, pleased with her own sarcastic remark. “I bet it was completely different from all the other sunrises, right?”
Anna Shepard was 15 years of age and the spitting image of her father. They both had the same sandy, light brown hair, the same hazel-green eyes and the same sharp wit.