Fletchawk
Clever thoughts mean nothing unless acted upon.
This is a short scene that I thought up while worldbuilding for a potential RP. I felt it conveys the overall tone of it, so I'm dropping it off here for you to enjoy, and for me to link to whenever I actually start an interest check.
I may write different scenes later, but for now...
You are free to comment on and/or critique anything you feel that is necessary.
Ellen's Story
Ellen awoke to the sound of her son's small feet pattering on the hardwood floor as he ran down the hall. It was a unique sound that never failed to serve as her alarm clock.
"Mommy! Mommy!" he cried, his excited voice surging through the partially opened door a mere second before it burst fully ajar with a crash.
As per usual, Ellen pretended to be still asleep as her son, Dillian, did his best to jostle her out of bed. Finally, she rolled over towards him and opened her eyes. The face of a 5 year old boy staring at her with brilliant green eyes, and a smile that spread from ear to ear greeted her. It was almost enough to forgive her boy's explosive entrance. Almost.
"What have I told you about opening doors?" she chastised lightly, causing the boy's features to immediately droop.
"Sorry..." he whispered, looking down at the floor guiltily.
The sight was rather endearing and Ellen could no longer restrain herself. In a flash, she reached out, snatched up her boy, and was cuddling him before he could even emit his pleasant giggle of surprise.
"So, what has gotten my little man so excited so early in the morning? she inquired, running her hand through his raven black hair, wondering to herself when she should have it trimmed.
"Lizard!" he said, the excitement returning to his voice.
"A lizard?"
"Big lizard!"
"A big lizard?"
"Yep!"
"And where is this big lizard?" Ellen asked, getting a little concerned as she was not very fond of reptiles in general.
"Outside!" he chirped, followed by a sigh of relief from Ellen. Dillian then wiggled free from his mother's grasp, got out of the bed, and started to pull on her hands in a futile attempt to drag her along with him, "Come see!" Watching her son's enthusiasm, Ellen couldn't help but smile a bit despite the subject.
"Okay, okay! Why don't you go get dressed for the day, and then we'll go look at the lizard together?" Ellen suggested, causing the boy to beam at his mother before letting go of her hands, and dashing down the hall towards his room to change out of his pajamas.
She knew that it would take her son a few minutes to get dressed on his own, and a bit longer to decide on what to wear. Rolling back over, she reached out and felt empty side of the bed. It had already lost its warmth, and so her hands gravitated towards the pillow, pulled it close, and inhaled the slight musk that covered it as an inferior substitute to their presence.
"Why couldn't you be here to deal with this?" she asked quietly aloud despite knowing the answer.
After a moment alone, Ellen finally urged herself out of bed, grabbed her phone, and walked down the hall. Peeking in on her son as she passed by his room, she could that he had a number of cartoon shirts spread around him on the floor, and was trying to decide between them all. Ellen was tempted to enter and help her boy choose, but she was concerned about this "big lizard" and decided to go look for it to determine if it was of any danger to her son before he was fully dressed.
Continuing on, she made her way to the living room and the large circular window that overlooked the cul-de-sac that they lived on. This window was one of the few that her son could and would use regularly in the house, and the fact that Dillian's stuffed bear lay temporarily forgotten nearby gave away part of her son's morning endeavors. Pushing aside the curtain a bit, Ellen squinted a little from the sun shining, but her eyes quickly adjusted as she scanned the immediate area around the window, her heart beating a little faster in anticipation.
However, there was nothing. Even as her gaze shifted farther into their small yard, and even to the cul-de-sac's road itself, Ellen couldn't see a lizard. Thinking that it must have moved on, she shrugged and made her way to the kitchen, where half a pot of hot coffee awaited her. The coffee was a couple hours old, but with the copious amounts of cream and sugar she normally added, it didn't make much of difference to her.
When Ellen tried to look at her local news feed on her phone, she quickly found that Wi-Fi wasn't working, so she walked over to the router in the living room and turned its power off and on again. As she waited for it to reboot, her thoughts wandered back to her son's excited face that she'd woken up to, taking note to look up museums with dinosaur displays to possibly visit over the weekend. After finishing her coffee and going back to the kitchen to wash out the mug, Ellen could hear her son's rapid footsteps coming down the hall, although a bit muffled by the mismatched socks he'd chosen to wear.
"Mommy! Mommy!" he cried for the second time that morning, his excitement unabated as he ran straight for living room window.
"Slow down!" Ellen called out to her son, more as a cautionary reminder than an actual reprimand while she moved to meet him by the window.
"Come see!" Dillian said as he looked upwards, his eyes flickered as he searched for the lizard he'd wanted to show his mother.
Ellen watched her son's face become increasingly crestfallen as he shared her luck finding the lizard that he'd seen earlier, and wanting to help, she renewed her search well.
"Where did you see it last? Was it on the roof?" she asked, pointing at the eaves that hung out from the house.
To this the boy shook his head vigorously, and pointed upwards as well, "The sky!" he said with confidence.
Her child's answer confused Ellen greatly, and trying to make sense of it, she wondered if he'd seen a lizard jumping off the roof, or perhaps it had been a gecko of sorts sitting on the window and merely looked like it was in the sky from her son's perspective. Either way, it was there no longer.
"Hey, what would you like me to make for breakfast?" she asked in an attempt to change subject, wanting to alleviate her son's disappointment.
"French Toast?" he said hopefully, immediately asking for his favorite.
"I think we can do that." she replied slowly, thinking about the contents of their refrigerator.
The boy rewarded his mother with a wide smile, and started towards the kitchen, eager to begin. Ellen was about to tell him to put his stuffed bear away first when saw the SUV drop out of the sky and land on the house across the road. The splintering and snapping of wood. Shearing and twisting of metal. Blended together, it created a brief, horrendous symphony, ending with a tremor that lightly shook the house and set off a nearby car alarm.
"Oh my God. Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" Ellen said repeatedly, as her mind struggled to comprehend what just happen.
"What's that, mommy?" her son asked, unaware of the surreal scene outside.
"Stay there, Dill!" she shouted urgently, as she rushed past him to the kitchen to grab her phone and call emergency services.
Quickly dialing the three digits, she rushed back to the window to make sure she hadn't just imagined what she just saw. However, her attention would be drawn to her phone as it started alerted her that the call failed.
"What?" she said aloud, repeating the process, only for the same thing to happen again.
She was about to try a third time when she saw the little symbol where her signal bars normally were, alerting Ellen that there was no signal. She immediately rose the phone as far as she could in a fruitless effort to regain signal. As she started to panic, Ellen headed toward the front door, thinking that she could obtain a signal outside.
"I'll be right back, honey!" she told her confused son, in an abnormally high pitch beyond her control, as she was halfway out the door.
Keeping the phone as high as she could, she could feel her fear mounting as she followed the concrete slab walkway away from the safety of her house. Ellen could just barely multiple sirens in the distance over the blaring car alarm from a house around the corner, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air that she unsure if it was coming from the house or somewhere else. Her heart was pounding as she started to plead for any kind of signal to make a call.
Then it happened. A single, small bar appeared, causing her to freeze at the edge of her driveway. Slowly Ellen lowered the phone, hoping that the signal would hold as she did. It did, and continued to do so as she dialed the same three digits again, and to her relief it started to ring. It rang once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time before she heard a female's voice.
"We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."
Ellen slowly moved the phone away from her ear, and looked at it with a horrified expression as the recording faintly repeated itself. The fear inside her swelled, her breathing was now shallow and quick, and her heart beating painfully against her chest as she now felt very, very alone. The only thing that gave her an inkling of hope was the single bar of signal that continued to hold.
Desperately, Ellen called the only person she wished was there with her, her other half, Garret. The man that could seemingly do anything. Her own personal emerald-eyed hero.
"Please, please, please pick up!" she pleaded to the ringing phone.
It seemed like minutes passed between each ring.
It rang once.
Then a second time.
By the third, Ellen's chest felt like it was going to exploded.
Then it rang again, for a fourth time, and following silence seemed to last forever.
"We're sorry; the number you have reached..."
The phone slipped from her hand and landed face down on the pavement with solid smack. For Ellen, it felt like the world was underwater. She stopped breathing, no, she couldn't breathe. The car alarm, the distant sirens, even her own thoughts seemed mute. Something is gravely with wrong the world, and she felt alone. Completely and utterly alone. Ellen could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, as her gaze drifted aimlessly. The fear was consuming her entirety.
"Mommy!"
The word was dull in her ears, muffled, as if was an echo, but was familiar and warm.
"MOMMMYYYYY!"
It was louder this time, more drawn out, and yet clear. Then with a gasp, everything rubber banded back. Even though the fear left her chest hurting, her stomach was quesy, and her knees weak, Ellen remembered she wasn't alone. She had her son, her precious boy, and if something was wrong, he would need his mother, her. It was her turn to be a heroine.
Picking up her phone, Ellen slowly turned around looked back at the house, where her boy was sticking his body out the door. The sight of him helped calm her a bit. Once the boy realized he had his mother's attention, he point upwards towards the sky behind her.
"LIZARD!" he shouted with glee, but the word was soon drowned out by the cascading howl of the wind.
The defenying sound could be heard a full second before it hit, and when it did, it felt like the devil's own hurricane. The gust was strong enough to lift Ellen off her feet and make tumble back towards the house, but it was the heat that overwhelmed her senses. Any exposed skin was cooked as though she'd been in the sun all day without protection, and the air burned her mouth and throat as she struggled to breath.
Then the wind stopped with a dull yet deafening crunch, and the ground underneath of her shuddered. Ellen struggled to regain her footing now that she half way back to the front door, now fully ajar and her son nowhere in sight. Her skin cracked and bled with every movement, causing her cry out in pain. It took almost everything she had to just to right herself.
Delirious from the effort, Ellen could barely make out what loomed over her, as the heat scorched her eyes and warped the air, but it was massive. Underneath of it, the house across the road lay flattened. Every step it took towards her made the earth tremble. Even though it now stood in the road, its body and wingspan blocked out the sun behind it, making it's scales shine with a fiery blood red aura. Rearing up onto its hind legs, the behemoth grew to a figure even more monstrous than it already was, before it let loose a roar that shattered the woman's eardrums.
As the beast's gaze turned downwards, its mouth began to emit a dark reddish-orange glow that quickly grew into the shape and shade of a second sun. The flames billowed forth slowly for a split second before it suddenly burst into a bright blue light, washing over the area at its feet. Using its wings to fan the blaze, the inferno spread quickly, blanketing the area, and creating cyclones that began incinerate the once peaceful suburb into ash.
I may write different scenes later, but for now...
You are free to comment on and/or critique anything you feel that is necessary.
Ellen's Story
Ellen awoke to the sound of her son's small feet pattering on the hardwood floor as he ran down the hall. It was a unique sound that never failed to serve as her alarm clock.
"Mommy! Mommy!" he cried, his excited voice surging through the partially opened door a mere second before it burst fully ajar with a crash.
As per usual, Ellen pretended to be still asleep as her son, Dillian, did his best to jostle her out of bed. Finally, she rolled over towards him and opened her eyes. The face of a 5 year old boy staring at her with brilliant green eyes, and a smile that spread from ear to ear greeted her. It was almost enough to forgive her boy's explosive entrance. Almost.
"What have I told you about opening doors?" she chastised lightly, causing the boy's features to immediately droop.
"Sorry..." he whispered, looking down at the floor guiltily.
The sight was rather endearing and Ellen could no longer restrain herself. In a flash, she reached out, snatched up her boy, and was cuddling him before he could even emit his pleasant giggle of surprise.
"So, what has gotten my little man so excited so early in the morning? she inquired, running her hand through his raven black hair, wondering to herself when she should have it trimmed.
"Lizard!" he said, the excitement returning to his voice.
"A lizard?"
"Big lizard!"
"A big lizard?"
"Yep!"
"And where is this big lizard?" Ellen asked, getting a little concerned as she was not very fond of reptiles in general.
"Outside!" he chirped, followed by a sigh of relief from Ellen. Dillian then wiggled free from his mother's grasp, got out of the bed, and started to pull on her hands in a futile attempt to drag her along with him, "Come see!" Watching her son's enthusiasm, Ellen couldn't help but smile a bit despite the subject.
"Okay, okay! Why don't you go get dressed for the day, and then we'll go look at the lizard together?" Ellen suggested, causing the boy to beam at his mother before letting go of her hands, and dashing down the hall towards his room to change out of his pajamas.
She knew that it would take her son a few minutes to get dressed on his own, and a bit longer to decide on what to wear. Rolling back over, she reached out and felt empty side of the bed. It had already lost its warmth, and so her hands gravitated towards the pillow, pulled it close, and inhaled the slight musk that covered it as an inferior substitute to their presence.
"Why couldn't you be here to deal with this?" she asked quietly aloud despite knowing the answer.
After a moment alone, Ellen finally urged herself out of bed, grabbed her phone, and walked down the hall. Peeking in on her son as she passed by his room, she could that he had a number of cartoon shirts spread around him on the floor, and was trying to decide between them all. Ellen was tempted to enter and help her boy choose, but she was concerned about this "big lizard" and decided to go look for it to determine if it was of any danger to her son before he was fully dressed.
Continuing on, she made her way to the living room and the large circular window that overlooked the cul-de-sac that they lived on. This window was one of the few that her son could and would use regularly in the house, and the fact that Dillian's stuffed bear lay temporarily forgotten nearby gave away part of her son's morning endeavors. Pushing aside the curtain a bit, Ellen squinted a little from the sun shining, but her eyes quickly adjusted as she scanned the immediate area around the window, her heart beating a little faster in anticipation.
However, there was nothing. Even as her gaze shifted farther into their small yard, and even to the cul-de-sac's road itself, Ellen couldn't see a lizard. Thinking that it must have moved on, she shrugged and made her way to the kitchen, where half a pot of hot coffee awaited her. The coffee was a couple hours old, but with the copious amounts of cream and sugar she normally added, it didn't make much of difference to her.
When Ellen tried to look at her local news feed on her phone, she quickly found that Wi-Fi wasn't working, so she walked over to the router in the living room and turned its power off and on again. As she waited for it to reboot, her thoughts wandered back to her son's excited face that she'd woken up to, taking note to look up museums with dinosaur displays to possibly visit over the weekend. After finishing her coffee and going back to the kitchen to wash out the mug, Ellen could hear her son's rapid footsteps coming down the hall, although a bit muffled by the mismatched socks he'd chosen to wear.
"Mommy! Mommy!" he cried for the second time that morning, his excitement unabated as he ran straight for living room window.
"Slow down!" Ellen called out to her son, more as a cautionary reminder than an actual reprimand while she moved to meet him by the window.
"Come see!" Dillian said as he looked upwards, his eyes flickered as he searched for the lizard he'd wanted to show his mother.
Ellen watched her son's face become increasingly crestfallen as he shared her luck finding the lizard that he'd seen earlier, and wanting to help, she renewed her search well.
"Where did you see it last? Was it on the roof?" she asked, pointing at the eaves that hung out from the house.
To this the boy shook his head vigorously, and pointed upwards as well, "The sky!" he said with confidence.
Her child's answer confused Ellen greatly, and trying to make sense of it, she wondered if he'd seen a lizard jumping off the roof, or perhaps it had been a gecko of sorts sitting on the window and merely looked like it was in the sky from her son's perspective. Either way, it was there no longer.
"Hey, what would you like me to make for breakfast?" she asked in an attempt to change subject, wanting to alleviate her son's disappointment.
"French Toast?" he said hopefully, immediately asking for his favorite.
"I think we can do that." she replied slowly, thinking about the contents of their refrigerator.
The boy rewarded his mother with a wide smile, and started towards the kitchen, eager to begin. Ellen was about to tell him to put his stuffed bear away first when saw the SUV drop out of the sky and land on the house across the road. The splintering and snapping of wood. Shearing and twisting of metal. Blended together, it created a brief, horrendous symphony, ending with a tremor that lightly shook the house and set off a nearby car alarm.
"Oh my God. Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" Ellen said repeatedly, as her mind struggled to comprehend what just happen.
"What's that, mommy?" her son asked, unaware of the surreal scene outside.
"Stay there, Dill!" she shouted urgently, as she rushed past him to the kitchen to grab her phone and call emergency services.
Quickly dialing the three digits, she rushed back to the window to make sure she hadn't just imagined what she just saw. However, her attention would be drawn to her phone as it started alerted her that the call failed.
"What?" she said aloud, repeating the process, only for the same thing to happen again.
She was about to try a third time when she saw the little symbol where her signal bars normally were, alerting Ellen that there was no signal. She immediately rose the phone as far as she could in a fruitless effort to regain signal. As she started to panic, Ellen headed toward the front door, thinking that she could obtain a signal outside.
"I'll be right back, honey!" she told her confused son, in an abnormally high pitch beyond her control, as she was halfway out the door.
Keeping the phone as high as she could, she could feel her fear mounting as she followed the concrete slab walkway away from the safety of her house. Ellen could just barely multiple sirens in the distance over the blaring car alarm from a house around the corner, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air that she unsure if it was coming from the house or somewhere else. Her heart was pounding as she started to plead for any kind of signal to make a call.
Then it happened. A single, small bar appeared, causing her to freeze at the edge of her driveway. Slowly Ellen lowered the phone, hoping that the signal would hold as she did. It did, and continued to do so as she dialed the same three digits again, and to her relief it started to ring. It rang once, twice, thrice, and then a fourth time before she heard a female's voice.
"We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again."
Ellen slowly moved the phone away from her ear, and looked at it with a horrified expression as the recording faintly repeated itself. The fear inside her swelled, her breathing was now shallow and quick, and her heart beating painfully against her chest as she now felt very, very alone. The only thing that gave her an inkling of hope was the single bar of signal that continued to hold.
Desperately, Ellen called the only person she wished was there with her, her other half, Garret. The man that could seemingly do anything. Her own personal emerald-eyed hero.
"Please, please, please pick up!" she pleaded to the ringing phone.
It seemed like minutes passed between each ring.
It rang once.
Then a second time.
By the third, Ellen's chest felt like it was going to exploded.
Then it rang again, for a fourth time, and following silence seemed to last forever.
"We're sorry; the number you have reached..."
The phone slipped from her hand and landed face down on the pavement with solid smack. For Ellen, it felt like the world was underwater. She stopped breathing, no, she couldn't breathe. The car alarm, the distant sirens, even her own thoughts seemed mute. Something is gravely with wrong the world, and she felt alone. Completely and utterly alone. Ellen could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, as her gaze drifted aimlessly. The fear was consuming her entirety.
"Mommy!"
The word was dull in her ears, muffled, as if was an echo, but was familiar and warm.
"MOMMMYYYYY!"
It was louder this time, more drawn out, and yet clear. Then with a gasp, everything rubber banded back. Even though the fear left her chest hurting, her stomach was quesy, and her knees weak, Ellen remembered she wasn't alone. She had her son, her precious boy, and if something was wrong, he would need his mother, her. It was her turn to be a heroine.
Picking up her phone, Ellen slowly turned around looked back at the house, where her boy was sticking his body out the door. The sight of him helped calm her a bit. Once the boy realized he had his mother's attention, he point upwards towards the sky behind her.
"LIZARD!" he shouted with glee, but the word was soon drowned out by the cascading howl of the wind.
The defenying sound could be heard a full second before it hit, and when it did, it felt like the devil's own hurricane. The gust was strong enough to lift Ellen off her feet and make tumble back towards the house, but it was the heat that overwhelmed her senses. Any exposed skin was cooked as though she'd been in the sun all day without protection, and the air burned her mouth and throat as she struggled to breath.
Then the wind stopped with a dull yet deafening crunch, and the ground underneath of her shuddered. Ellen struggled to regain her footing now that she half way back to the front door, now fully ajar and her son nowhere in sight. Her skin cracked and bled with every movement, causing her cry out in pain. It took almost everything she had to just to right herself.
Delirious from the effort, Ellen could barely make out what loomed over her, as the heat scorched her eyes and warped the air, but it was massive. Underneath of it, the house across the road lay flattened. Every step it took towards her made the earth tremble. Even though it now stood in the road, its body and wingspan blocked out the sun behind it, making it's scales shine with a fiery blood red aura. Rearing up onto its hind legs, the behemoth grew to a figure even more monstrous than it already was, before it let loose a roar that shattered the woman's eardrums.
As the beast's gaze turned downwards, its mouth began to emit a dark reddish-orange glow that quickly grew into the shape and shade of a second sun. The flames billowed forth slowly for a split second before it suddenly burst into a bright blue light, washing over the area at its feet. Using its wings to fan the blaze, the inferno spread quickly, blanketing the area, and creating cyclones that began incinerate the once peaceful suburb into ash.
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