Short Story for English class

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Short Story for English class
Topic Started: Sep 21 2009, 11:13 PM (68 Views)
vanir90210	Sep 21 2009, 11:13 PM Post #1
Budding Lyricist Posts: 2,792 Group: Member Member #394 Joined: May 19, 2008	Eh, I whipped this up in about 15 minutes so I could get extra credit on an assignment. Needless to say, I didn't try really try that hard, which since it's a fanfic, I guess I didn't really have to try that hard anyway . “How long?” Tavien asked, his voice quivering with sadness. “How long what?” Ascien replied, slightly annoyed. Tavien clutched his head with his left hand, and sat down, his legs no longer able to support him. “How long does she have to live?” He asked. ‘She’ was Anara, Tavien’s only daughter, who had become stricken with a severe case of Swamp Fever. He was sure she had less than a day to live; her normally dark blue skin was paling to a mottled gray color. Not even a dead Dunmer’s skin did that. It wasn’t fair. His family had never been rich, but they had managed to survive well enough. And now his days of extra labor picking saltrice and whickwheat were going to waste. He had had such immense plans for her. Since the day that she and the other children of the village begun playing warrior and Daedra, Anara had wanted to be mage. She had even taught herself a few simple spells; she could heal a small wound, and even conjure flames that danced across her fingers until she released them in a weak ball of fire. Tavien had wanted so badly for her to be able to study in the great city of Vivec, to find a Telvanni mentor to tutor her in the ways of magicka. But that costs money, and nary a Septim was to be found in the streets of Praloris. And now all of his hard-earned money was useless, not a healer could be found that could cure her disease. “How long until she… leaves?” Tavien asked, engulfed in his emotion. Ascien noted the sadness in his voice, and it was with great reluctance that she replied. “A few hours, at most. I’m sorry, but the disease won’t respond to any of my treatments. If anything, they speed up the process. There’s nothing we can do but pray, and hope Almalexia hears our pleas.” Tavien became outraged at her words, and, grabbing a sack of food and fire-making supplies, he trudged outside into the night. Time was a blur as he ran. He wasn’t quite sure where he was going, as coherent thoughts were unable to form in his mind. Several hours later, he arrived at a tall, golden-brown obelisk with 3 arcane lights glowing upon the top. He knew where he was: the Tribunal shrine. Thinking of the injustice that the gods had forced upon him, he broke down and wept. He muttered words of denial, of desire, and of fury. How dare the gods be so cruel to him? He had been loyal to the Temple, made donations while traveling in Mournhold. He had been kind to the weak and suffering. And this was the way he was repaid? He let out a scream of agony and whipped the sack through the air. Its contents spilled out and smashed against the obelisk, leaving it stained with bits of fruit and blood. Tavien gave into his misery, and lapsed into a deep, fitful sleep. He awoke what seemed to be minutes later, but he knew better, for the sky was lit with the shining sun. The air was unnaturally chilly, and when he looked up, he discovered the cause. A ghostly figure stood before him. He recognized her face from paintings and sculptures. She was Azura, one of the few ‘good’ Daedra. As she spoke, her voice sounded metallic, as if it originated from two pieces of iron scraping against each other. It also seemed to echo itself before actually forming words. “Tavien, my loyal servant. I see the distress in your eyes, I feel the sorrow that treads in your soul. Fear not, for you will be rewarded. Your daughter shall be awarded a place in my realm, Moonshadow. She shall be like a daughter to me, until your death comes as well. Together, you shall rest forever with me. Now go to her, for her time grows thin. Be with her in her last moments, as a father should be.” Her image began to fade, and Tavien was filled with great motivation. He stood up, and began to run back towards his home. Upon reaching his destination, he burst through the door, and rushed over to where his daughter lay. He knelt down, and took her hand in his. “D-daddy?” She asked, her voice weak with exhaustion, but still as sweet as the first harvest of strawberries. “I’m here, love.” “Daddy, I- I’m so sorry. I don’t want to leave you alone.” His heart melted at her words. “It’s alright, my dear. We will see each other again. I promise you that.” “I love you, daddy.” She whispered, and Tavien’s heart tore, as she let out her last breath.
	Spoiler: click to toggle "I look at the eyes, straight to the soul doorway" Redsrock Dammit, Vanir...... I had an awesome daydream of me and Anne Hathaway on a private island. And then in the daydream you came in and murdered her, then asking for my hand in marriage.


redsrock	Sep 21 2009, 11:19 PM Post #2
Jefe el Heffalump Posts: 15,128 Group: Admin Member #54 Joined: December 8, 2007	Seeing that you didn't try hard, what sort of feedback are you looking for? Edited by redsrock, Sep 21 2009, 11:19 PM.



vanir90210	Sep 21 2009, 11:21 PM Post #3
Budding Lyricist Posts: 2,792 Group: Member Member #394 Joined: May 19, 2008	Pfft, I don't really care. I just thought I'd post it.
	Spoiler: click to toggle "I look at the eyes, straight to the soul doorway" Redsrock Dammit, Vanir...... I had an awesome daydream of me and Anne Hathaway on a private island. And then in the daydream you came in and murdered her, then asking for my hand in marriage.


Nilloc James	Sep 22 2009, 07:58 PM Post #4
IT Posts: 1,940 Group: Member Member #471 Joined: November 10, 2008	Lets be super critical cause we can.
	“To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness.” I conquer TESFU Quote: "But I feel fine." Quote: "That's usually the first symptom." Mikey Valentine's forum


Brian S	Sep 25 2009, 04:15 PM Post #5
Lore Editor Posts: 2,969 Group: Team Member #266 Joined: March 1, 2008	worst. short story for english. ever.
	In the reflection of your glasses lies the luminescent screen of the television projecting unto your synapses the distorted vision from behind the eyes of corporate contrivances pleading between their cold metal fingers for control which in your advertisement-enslavement you repay tenfold whilst the world spirals into oblivion around your desensitized body and in this cacophonous euphoria we all die and we all die alone.


vanir90210	Sep 25 2009, 04:35 PM Post #6
Budding Lyricist Posts: 2,792 Group: Member Member #394 Joined: May 19, 2008	I thought so as well.
	Spoiler: click to toggle "I look at the eyes, straight to the soul doorway" Redsrock Dammit, Vanir...... I had an awesome daydream of me and Anne Hathaway on a private island. And then in the daydream you came in and murdered her, then asking for my hand in marriage.


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