Monday, October 17, 2011

Procrastination and 3rd-Person are My Best Friends

--A WEEK OR SO LATER!

-Skip to the bottom for 3rd-person writing-

 Well, during my one week break I did absolutely nothing. It was so relaxing. Seriously though, I didn't get one piece of writing done. Haha, but I think it was worth it. I basically spent the entire week lounging around reading Homestuck fan fictions and watching Sgt. Frog.  Like I said before, it was extremely relaxing so I'm glad I did it.

 I did finish my costume though! On Sunday I went to a Halloween costume/decoration sale and bought the main piece of my outfit; a white cloak with a hood. It's too big for me but I can always cut it! Because the cloak is semi transparent I have to wear white clothes under it too, which wasn't a problem until today. When I was trying my pair of white shorts on (I didn't try them on then I bought them) I found out they're semi-transparent too. Tomorrow I'm going to have to see if wearing all white clothes helps, and if the cloak conceals everything enough. Luckily my shirt is thick enough that I don't have to worry about it too. As far as shoes go I'll probably just wear some flip-flops.

 For my make-up I'm going to use some ultra-white concealer on my face and use dark purple eye-shadow to make my eyes look sunken in (or maybe just look like I only have sockets?). It should be fun!

 Even thought I have a costume and everything, there's still one tini little problem. I have two choices this year:

1. Go trick-or-treating with my cousin who may not come (if she doesn't I'll have to go with my little sister)

2. Go to my friend's house and chill/probably not trick-or-treat.

 I have no idea what to do! I'd love to trick-or-treat with my cousin, but if she doesn't show up... Well, it just wouldn't be as fun. And I'd love to see my friend because I haven't seen him in ages, but I still want to go trick-or-treating and I'm afraid I'll be boring if I go to his house. I really don't know what to do. If I don't end up trick-or-treating I'll still dress up and post a picture of my costume later, y'know, for the lulz. Sorry this post is a little bit blue, but I'm feeling that way.

 Ironically, there's one person that'd make my freakin' day if they could trick-or-treat with me. Sadly, we don't talk anymore. Even though we're not on friendly terms I'd still be tickled silly because I know she'd make my Halloween better.

 Anyway. I just remembered something! I do have some writing to post! It's some third-person I wrote awhile ago. So, if you feel like reading more, here's something! It's about two of my OC, Bruciare and Emily and how they basically interact (Side note: Emily was the girl in the other 3rd-person story I posted!). Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

 "A quiet tapping echoed through the massive room, almost drowned out by the crackling fire a few feet away. The room had dark red walls accompanied by redwood floors, giving the massive space many shadows. Across the room there was a fireplace that lit the room in a dim glow. A few feet away from it was a desk. It was old but still gleaming with expensive taste and fashion. Seated at it was a man, rhythmically tapping his fingers against the wood in annoyance.

  A malicious scowl seemed etched onto Bruciare's face, never flickering. He had been thinking for hours but still hadn't quite figured out what to do. Frustration and annoyance had made themselves known hours before and had overstayed their welcome far too long.

  The tapping stopped and left the room in silence once more. Without warning the fire lurched out of the fireplace and expanded through the room, quickly gathering at the his feet. He waved the flames off without care and continued to ignore them. Like a child being ignored, the flames hissed and whistled while changing through forms, eventually deciding on a bird.

 It perched on the desk and pecked his hand in concern, quietly wondering why he had stopped tapping.

  The malicious look was still present when he gracefully stood up and walked away from the desk. Without caring to address the bird, he slithered through a nearby wall and entered a hall. Like the previous room, the halls were themed red and carried a elegant but medieval feel. Every once and awhile he'd see a servant or two skittering towards their destinations, but other then that, he was alone.

  Feeling that walking would take too long, he Splintered and rapidly moved through his private residence and towards the sealed off area of his fortress. In seconds he re-formed inside the building and at the top of it's staircase. In front of him there was a wall that seemed as simple as the others. Just as before, he slipped through the barrier and stepped into a room.

  The room had a fair sized bed, a wardrobe, several book shelves and one large window. Across the room there was another doorway that led into another room. He quietly made his way towards the door frame and slid into the room, noting the faint smell of smoke. The doorway led into a luxurious bathroom filled with assorted items along with a large bathtub. In it was a young woman, her hair tied up into a bun and most of her body covered in soapy bubbles.

  Annoyance sparked but he easily hid it. Concluding that she wouldn't break her silence he contracted his hand and left the room. Once out of sight he Splintered and returned to his private residence. Immediately, the malicious scowl returned. Across the room the fire-bird eagerly flew towards him and circled while he sat back down at his desk. Returning to his pattern, the consistent tapping began again.

  Appeased, the bird flew into the fireplace and spread back into it's original form, adding it's crackling to the noise. For a instant Bruciare wondered if the fire could feel pain and contemplated killing it. Just as he was about to try, there was a new sound. He calmly glanced towards his window and noticed something flickering.

  Curious, he stood from his desk and slid his hand through the glass. He grabbed onto the flickering object and withdrew his hand, the glass immediately fusing together again. Opening his hand, a glowing red butterfly moved around his hand. He squinted slightly and wondered if he had created the creature while napping. He then remembered that if he had, it would probably be lethal. It reminded him of a firefly because of the glow it gave off, but it was obviously a butterfly.

  The tiny bug flickered before flying off, landing on his face instead. Just as he was about to kill it, the tiny creature took off and landed on his desk, specifically on a piece of paper. A small message began to sprawl out against the parchment and as soon as it finished the butterfly dissolved into ash. Getting even more annoyed, Bruciare grabbed the paper and read the message quickly.

Goodnight.
  Instantly he knew who it had come from and a small smirk of satisfaction spread across his face. She had sent it. With his brooding attitude gone, he returned to his desk and began working in silence."

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 So there you go! If you liked it I'd be uber happy if you said so in a comment below! Or if you didn't like it and had critiques! Anyway, I think I'll stop this here. Thanks for reading,

Laura.

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