20 plus pages of writing!!!!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, the joys of writing. I had conversations in my head. Now let me clarify this...I am NOT , repeat NOT hearing voices.....LOL....I have conversations between characters. Of course, these conversations are in a graveyard...where else?
If I was Sydeny...who would I pick? So many choices to pick from....Aiden, Slate, Ashton, and OH...now there are three new character...Arlen (Aiden's twin...hes a ghost, Andrew...a vampire, and Sean...an immortal)
Here is a partial scene...... Let me know what U think.....
I better hurry before the thunder storm takes over.....but then theres the laptop.
The lack of light, feeling of hopelessness and feelings of complete and utter loneliness is exactly what spirits felt on the other side, those spirits that stayed behind and didn’t follow the light anyway. Hope without light and hope without a guide creates an unimaginable terror when wandering on a realm between the living and the eternal life. Watching Aiden kneel in the humid damp grass at the headstone of his brother was even making me sad. There was no doubt in my mind; I had to help him, to bring him back to our side of the light. He needed to survive for his family, for himself, and for us as a triple master envisioner team. Tears streamed down his face as leaned forward on his brothers headstone, the cross headstone seemed to move a bit as Aiden's weight touched it but it was just an illusion. The headstone remained firm unchanged as it had throughout many years. The graveyard was old, dating back to Old Charles Towne and not the current Charleston. Dates from the 1700's emerged throughout this graveyard proving its place in history prior to the American Revolution. The scent of saltwater penetrated the air, reminding me how close I was to the ocean. I looked around the graveyard and watched a fog gently begin to materialize and roll in from the not so distant water. The approaching fog looked strange to me tonight and seemed to have an eerie glow about its quickly changing density. My senses told me it was time to evacuate to a safer place, but why should I be so scared in a graveyard. I had spent many nights in graveyards for investigations and such, but something, wasn’t right here. I turned around to check on Aiden and watched as a young male spirit about ten years old manifested in front of his brothers headstone. The sadness now penetrated the air and it was consuming everything in its path. The sadness was very similar to the fog because of its depth and intensity. I watched as Aiden reached out to his brother. He extended both arms and I could sense him calling on his master envisioner powers to summon the dead. This was not good; he should not be using his power to summon a loved one who had passed over. The vibrations his brother bestowed upon us clearly stated he was at rest in his intended place. By accident, I had glanced at Aiden's forearm and he had cut himself to allow his blood to consummate the summoning of his brother. He was breaking the cardinal rules of envisionment. Never summon with blood and never summon people who had passed on to their designated realm because that action changed us from an envisioner status to that of a necromancer. I had misjudged Aiden and his power and I felt foolish for making such a mistake. I thought about what Aiden was doing but before I could speak his sadness hit me in the chest with such power that it almost knocked me off my feet. Have I mentioned that emotions are extremely powerful in any realm and can sometimes cause physical problems? "Aiden, stop!" Reaching out to touch Ashton, I accidentally put my hand through his brother's spirit. A cold tingling sensation ran throughout my body as my hand passed through the specter. The young boy who looked like a miniature version of Aiden, turned and looked at me as he smiled. He looked so peaceful but yet irritated as if I had interrupted him from some important event. He was probably upset Aiden had summoned him. The spirit turned his direct attention to me and glared at me. All my instincts were telling me he wanted to talk with me, but sprits generally cannot speak so that a normal person could hear them, but could envionsers could hear spirits speak. You must be Sydney; I have heard Aiden speak of you often. I wish he would let the pain and sadness go so I could stay in peace. He believes he caused my death, but he didn’t, it was an accident. Help him. Please, I beg you. He spoke very clearly inside my head and for the first time I understood Aiden's anguish. Aiden thought he was responsible for his twin brother's death. How terrible to go through life thinking you killed someone, let alone thinking you killed your twin and broke the precious vow twins share. I wanted to help Aiden, but how do you truly help someone who believes that they killed their brother? How do you help someone search deep into his or her soul and realize that they are not the monsters they believe that they are? I wasn’t sure how to help Aiden, but I had an idea and maybe now, here in the graveyard where his brother was buried I could begin to help him. Maybe I could help Aiden to experience peace for once in his life. "Aiden!" I yelled trying to capture his attention as I waved my hand in front of his face. His attention was directed towards his brother and he turned and looked at me with surprise once he noticed that I was standing in front of him. Aiden’s gaze slowly drifted towards me as he realized that I near him. The look on his face was one of total surprise and I began to wonder if Aiden had seen me at all. After all seeing a spirit of a long lost loved one has a tendency to push people into shock and disbelief. I understood the effect of seeing spirits and its effect on people better than anyone. I could relate to Aiden and his experience of seeing your family specter and interacting with him or her. Specter’s and ghosts were people too or at least they had been people in their former lives and they still had feelings and emotions because those did not dissipate during death. "Arlen." Aiden's voice sounded like a whisper as he called his brother. "Arlen, I summon thee to me. Hear my plea younger brother." I watched as Arlen's spirit floated towards his brother and hoverd nearby. Sadness filled the air leaving the air heavy in spite of the heaviness the humidity provided. Arlen looked at Aiden with a sadness that sent chills throughout my bones. I knew Aiden was troubled and death only makes emotions stronger because the energy used to create the emotions becomes maginified. Aiden and Arlen were beautiful and to look at one in life and one in death broke my heart. The feeling of overwhelming need, the need to be with someone you love, rolled over me and I could relate to the feeling. I had lost my father and I to felt the need to have my father by my side. What Aiden didn’t understand was that although our family member or friend may be dead didn’t mean that they left us alone. I truly belived that they stayed close to us as Arlen had obviously stayed close to his twin. "What is it big brother?" Arlen's words seemed to echo off the headstones in the graveyard. He reached his open arms towards Aiden. "Come to me Aiden." Aiden walked the few steps that distanced himself between his brother and stood face to face with him. Watching the two brothers I saw a lone tear creep down Aiden's right cheek. I wanted to go and wipe that tear, to hug Aiden, hold him, let him know he wasn’t alone on this planet nor in this world. He had to know that Arlen was awlays close, just a name away. Arlen had fully manifested himself so that now he appeared completely human. He had someone managed to develop his summoning ability and appeared before Aiden and I as a solid human. He opened his arms up and held them open as if he was waiting for some lover to fly into his arms. This seemed rather strange because Arlen looked like a typical thirteen year old male. "Aiden come." With those two spoken ghostly words, Aiden was in his brothers arms. I knealt down in the damp grass and felt tears well up in my eyes as I watched them hold each other. I wished I could hold my father like that, I wish he had not left me so abrupbtly, so alone, just like Arlen had left Aiden. The difference was that they were twins and shared a unique bond which held them together even through death. "Arlen." Aiden's voice was shaky, but determined as he began speaking to his twin. "I tried to save you, I tried, I would rather you lived so that I died. I never meant to let you down little brother." Tears were streaming off all three of our faces now. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to help both Arlen and Aiden ease their pain, but it was beginning to consume me. Suddenly, Aiden opened his mind to me enabling me to see the death of Arlen. Two teenage boys were playing in the Ashley river, swinging over the river on a rope atached to an old live oak tree. The weather had been beautiful and hot and the boys had snuck away from their chores to go for a swim. If caught, the knew their would be hell to pay, after all a plantantation owners sons were to help run the plantation and prepare for college and not to be playing in the river. The were considered men at thirteen and were expected to act like it. Aiden had pushed off from the tree first and had made a wide sweep around the pier with the rope before dropping into the cool water. He hit the water and the coolness of it took his breath away but relaxed him. He quickly pulled himself out of the water and ran back to the oak. Arlen had already grasped the rope and pushed away from the tree. He must not have pushed hard enough from the tree because he quickly circled back to the tree and pushed off once again. Aiden cheered him on, encouraging his five minute younger brother to put more effort into the push. Arlen pushed and as he rounded the pier he let go. The problem was that his hands had slipped from the rope and he was too close to the pier. Aiden called to his younger brother as he watched him hit the pier and fall helplessly into the river. Aiden wasted no time in diving from the tree into the water towards his brother. He had always hated to open his eyes in the river due to the mudd, but his eyes were wide open in search of his brother. He quickly found him at the bottom of the river and pulled him upward. He tired to pull his brother onto the the pier and noticed the bloodstain on the wood from Arlen. He must have hit his head as he let go of the rope, henecforth causing the bright red blood stain. Aiden panicked. He didn’t know what to do except to call his brother's name. He yelled to their friend John to run and get help. John took off at a sprinters run as Aiden cradled his brother's head in his lap and used his hands to stop the bleeding. Arlen gasped for breath and opened his jade green eyes, the same eyes Aiden possessed, and he took his last breath he looked directly into his brother's eyes and smiled. Arlen died, quietly, in Aiden's lap, forever a teenager.
If I was Sydeny...who would I pick? So many choices to pick from....Aiden, Slate, Ashton, and OH...now there are three new character...Arlen (Aiden's twin...hes a ghost, Andrew...a vampire, and Sean...an immortal)
Here is a partial scene...... Let me know what U think.....
I better hurry before the thunder storm takes over.....but then theres the laptop.
The lack of light, feeling of hopelessness and feelings of complete and utter loneliness is exactly what spirits felt on the other side, those spirits that stayed behind and didn’t follow the light anyway. Hope without light and hope without a guide creates an unimaginable terror when wandering on a realm between the living and the eternal life. Watching Aiden kneel in the humid damp grass at the headstone of his brother was even making me sad. There was no doubt in my mind; I had to help him, to bring him back to our side of the light. He needed to survive for his family, for himself, and for us as a triple master envisioner team. Tears streamed down his face as leaned forward on his brothers headstone, the cross headstone seemed to move a bit as Aiden's weight touched it but it was just an illusion. The headstone remained firm unchanged as it had throughout many years. The graveyard was old, dating back to Old Charles Towne and not the current Charleston. Dates from the 1700's emerged throughout this graveyard proving its place in history prior to the American Revolution. The scent of saltwater penetrated the air, reminding me how close I was to the ocean. I looked around the graveyard and watched a fog gently begin to materialize and roll in from the not so distant water. The approaching fog looked strange to me tonight and seemed to have an eerie glow about its quickly changing density. My senses told me it was time to evacuate to a safer place, but why should I be so scared in a graveyard. I had spent many nights in graveyards for investigations and such, but something, wasn’t right here. I turned around to check on Aiden and watched as a young male spirit about ten years old manifested in front of his brothers headstone. The sadness now penetrated the air and it was consuming everything in its path. The sadness was very similar to the fog because of its depth and intensity. I watched as Aiden reached out to his brother. He extended both arms and I could sense him calling on his master envisioner powers to summon the dead. This was not good; he should not be using his power to summon a loved one who had passed over. The vibrations his brother bestowed upon us clearly stated he was at rest in his intended place. By accident, I had glanced at Aiden's forearm and he had cut himself to allow his blood to consummate the summoning of his brother. He was breaking the cardinal rules of envisionment. Never summon with blood and never summon people who had passed on to their designated realm because that action changed us from an envisioner status to that of a necromancer. I had misjudged Aiden and his power and I felt foolish for making such a mistake. I thought about what Aiden was doing but before I could speak his sadness hit me in the chest with such power that it almost knocked me off my feet. Have I mentioned that emotions are extremely powerful in any realm and can sometimes cause physical problems? "Aiden, stop!" Reaching out to touch Ashton, I accidentally put my hand through his brother's spirit. A cold tingling sensation ran throughout my body as my hand passed through the specter. The young boy who looked like a miniature version of Aiden, turned and looked at me as he smiled. He looked so peaceful but yet irritated as if I had interrupted him from some important event. He was probably upset Aiden had summoned him. The spirit turned his direct attention to me and glared at me. All my instincts were telling me he wanted to talk with me, but sprits generally cannot speak so that a normal person could hear them, but could envionsers could hear spirits speak. You must be Sydney; I have heard Aiden speak of you often. I wish he would let the pain and sadness go so I could stay in peace. He believes he caused my death, but he didn’t, it was an accident. Help him. Please, I beg you. He spoke very clearly inside my head and for the first time I understood Aiden's anguish. Aiden thought he was responsible for his twin brother's death. How terrible to go through life thinking you killed someone, let alone thinking you killed your twin and broke the precious vow twins share. I wanted to help Aiden, but how do you truly help someone who believes that they killed their brother? How do you help someone search deep into his or her soul and realize that they are not the monsters they believe that they are? I wasn’t sure how to help Aiden, but I had an idea and maybe now, here in the graveyard where his brother was buried I could begin to help him. Maybe I could help Aiden to experience peace for once in his life. "Aiden!" I yelled trying to capture his attention as I waved my hand in front of his face. His attention was directed towards his brother and he turned and looked at me with surprise once he noticed that I was standing in front of him. Aiden’s gaze slowly drifted towards me as he realized that I near him. The look on his face was one of total surprise and I began to wonder if Aiden had seen me at all. After all seeing a spirit of a long lost loved one has a tendency to push people into shock and disbelief. I understood the effect of seeing spirits and its effect on people better than anyone. I could relate to Aiden and his experience of seeing your family specter and interacting with him or her. Specter’s and ghosts were people too or at least they had been people in their former lives and they still had feelings and emotions because those did not dissipate during death. "Arlen." Aiden's voice sounded like a whisper as he called his brother. "Arlen, I summon thee to me. Hear my plea younger brother." I watched as Arlen's spirit floated towards his brother and hoverd nearby. Sadness filled the air leaving the air heavy in spite of the heaviness the humidity provided. Arlen looked at Aiden with a sadness that sent chills throughout my bones. I knew Aiden was troubled and death only makes emotions stronger because the energy used to create the emotions becomes maginified. Aiden and Arlen were beautiful and to look at one in life and one in death broke my heart. The feeling of overwhelming need, the need to be with someone you love, rolled over me and I could relate to the feeling. I had lost my father and I to felt the need to have my father by my side. What Aiden didn’t understand was that although our family member or friend may be dead didn’t mean that they left us alone. I truly belived that they stayed close to us as Arlen had obviously stayed close to his twin. "What is it big brother?" Arlen's words seemed to echo off the headstones in the graveyard. He reached his open arms towards Aiden. "Come to me Aiden." Aiden walked the few steps that distanced himself between his brother and stood face to face with him. Watching the two brothers I saw a lone tear creep down Aiden's right cheek. I wanted to go and wipe that tear, to hug Aiden, hold him, let him know he wasn’t alone on this planet nor in this world. He had to know that Arlen was awlays close, just a name away. Arlen had fully manifested himself so that now he appeared completely human. He had someone managed to develop his summoning ability and appeared before Aiden and I as a solid human. He opened his arms up and held them open as if he was waiting for some lover to fly into his arms. This seemed rather strange because Arlen looked like a typical thirteen year old male. "Aiden come." With those two spoken ghostly words, Aiden was in his brothers arms. I knealt down in the damp grass and felt tears well up in my eyes as I watched them hold each other. I wished I could hold my father like that, I wish he had not left me so abrupbtly, so alone, just like Arlen had left Aiden. The difference was that they were twins and shared a unique bond which held them together even through death. "Arlen." Aiden's voice was shaky, but determined as he began speaking to his twin. "I tried to save you, I tried, I would rather you lived so that I died. I never meant to let you down little brother." Tears were streaming off all three of our faces now. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to help both Arlen and Aiden ease their pain, but it was beginning to consume me. Suddenly, Aiden opened his mind to me enabling me to see the death of Arlen. Two teenage boys were playing in the Ashley river, swinging over the river on a rope atached to an old live oak tree. The weather had been beautiful and hot and the boys had snuck away from their chores to go for a swim. If caught, the knew their would be hell to pay, after all a plantantation owners sons were to help run the plantation and prepare for college and not to be playing in the river. The were considered men at thirteen and were expected to act like it. Aiden had pushed off from the tree first and had made a wide sweep around the pier with the rope before dropping into the cool water. He hit the water and the coolness of it took his breath away but relaxed him. He quickly pulled himself out of the water and ran back to the oak. Arlen had already grasped the rope and pushed away from the tree. He must not have pushed hard enough from the tree because he quickly circled back to the tree and pushed off once again. Aiden cheered him on, encouraging his five minute younger brother to put more effort into the push. Arlen pushed and as he rounded the pier he let go. The problem was that his hands had slipped from the rope and he was too close to the pier. Aiden called to his younger brother as he watched him hit the pier and fall helplessly into the river. Aiden wasted no time in diving from the tree into the water towards his brother. He had always hated to open his eyes in the river due to the mudd, but his eyes were wide open in search of his brother. He quickly found him at the bottom of the river and pulled him upward. He tired to pull his brother onto the the pier and noticed the bloodstain on the wood from Arlen. He must have hit his head as he let go of the rope, henecforth causing the bright red blood stain. Aiden panicked. He didn’t know what to do except to call his brother's name. He yelled to their friend John to run and get help. John took off at a sprinters run as Aiden cradled his brother's head in his lap and used his hands to stop the bleeding. Arlen gasped for breath and opened his jade green eyes, the same eyes Aiden possessed, and he took his last breath he looked directly into his brother's eyes and smiled. Arlen died, quietly, in Aiden's lap, forever a teenager.
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