Post by silvertabby on Oct 27, 2007 7:45:20 GMT -5
I wrote this 5 minutes ago. Pleas read it and tell me what you think. Is it good? Is it bad?
It was getting dark. A tall man, with a large ragged coat was walking down the little deserted street. It was raining, thick and fast but the stranger made no sign of acknowledging it, although water was dripping from his graying hair. Apparently he was the only human been in the street.
Suddenly he heard footsteps, and the sound of rain against a coat. The person came closer.
‘What do you want, Perry?’
‘I want to talk to you’ said the woman. She had long red hair, and a black coat, she looked quite pretty, though her face was hidden by her hair.
‘There’s nothing to talk about.’ replied the man. ‘Go away. It’s not safe for you to be here.’ Although it was annoyance and anger in his voice, there was also a strain of worry.
‘I’m not leaving until you talk to me. You know that, Mark.’
The man turned to her suddenly.
‘Fine. I’ll talk to you. But get your hair out of your face! You look ridiculous!’ He shoved her red locks out of her face and added in a softer voice ‘It’s no use to go around hiding yourself from the world; it will do no good to you, Perry.’
‘But isn’t that what you are doing? Closing your self inside? You are the one hiding, Mark.’ said Perry. With her hair out of the way, her face was visible, at last. She was very pretty, but it was fright in her eyes and there were still tears on her face.
‘I’m not hiding from anyone’ his voice was cold and harsh again.
‘Then why are you here?’ she asked expectantly.
For a moment he didn’t answer, he just stared at her. She was not innocent, not pure, she was just so incredibly young. And she didn’t know, poor girl, with tears on her cheeks and her hair falling in her face, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
‘I am here to talk to Sue.’
The girl shook her head.
‘In the middle of a thunder storm? But why Sue? And anyway how do you know you can find her here?’
The man turned.
‘It is my own business how I know.’
‘You and Sue…Ha-ha-!’ the woman stopped giggling when she saw that another figure had just appeared from behind a corner.
An older woman, wearing a black dress and coat came into view. She only had a green shawl, the rest was all black. She wasn’t rich, though it was obvious she had once been. By the way she stepped, by the elegance with which she was wearing her rags, by the cold move of the head to acknowledge their presence.
‘Sue.’
‘Hello, Mark. Perry, what a surprise!’ she said turning to look at the young woman.
‘Hello, Sue’ mumbled Perry. She hated whenever she was being fixed whit that gaze, another reason to hate miss Suzan Perel. But at the moment she didn’t care. She was going to get answers. Out of one of the too. If Mark wasn’t going to tell, she would have to get it out from the old tartar, somehow.
‘I am here to ask you about the philosopher’s stone.’ Said Perry breathlessly.
It was getting dark. A tall man, with a large ragged coat was walking down the little deserted street. It was raining, thick and fast but the stranger made no sign of acknowledging it, although water was dripping from his graying hair. Apparently he was the only human been in the street.
Suddenly he heard footsteps, and the sound of rain against a coat. The person came closer.
‘What do you want, Perry?’
‘I want to talk to you’ said the woman. She had long red hair, and a black coat, she looked quite pretty, though her face was hidden by her hair.
‘There’s nothing to talk about.’ replied the man. ‘Go away. It’s not safe for you to be here.’ Although it was annoyance and anger in his voice, there was also a strain of worry.
‘I’m not leaving until you talk to me. You know that, Mark.’
The man turned to her suddenly.
‘Fine. I’ll talk to you. But get your hair out of your face! You look ridiculous!’ He shoved her red locks out of her face and added in a softer voice ‘It’s no use to go around hiding yourself from the world; it will do no good to you, Perry.’
‘But isn’t that what you are doing? Closing your self inside? You are the one hiding, Mark.’ said Perry. With her hair out of the way, her face was visible, at last. She was very pretty, but it was fright in her eyes and there were still tears on her face.
‘I’m not hiding from anyone’ his voice was cold and harsh again.
‘Then why are you here?’ she asked expectantly.
For a moment he didn’t answer, he just stared at her. She was not innocent, not pure, she was just so incredibly young. And she didn’t know, poor girl, with tears on her cheeks and her hair falling in her face, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
‘I am here to talk to Sue.’
The girl shook her head.
‘In the middle of a thunder storm? But why Sue? And anyway how do you know you can find her here?’
The man turned.
‘It is my own business how I know.’
‘You and Sue…Ha-ha-!’ the woman stopped giggling when she saw that another figure had just appeared from behind a corner.
An older woman, wearing a black dress and coat came into view. She only had a green shawl, the rest was all black. She wasn’t rich, though it was obvious she had once been. By the way she stepped, by the elegance with which she was wearing her rags, by the cold move of the head to acknowledge their presence.
‘Sue.’
‘Hello, Mark. Perry, what a surprise!’ she said turning to look at the young woman.
‘Hello, Sue’ mumbled Perry. She hated whenever she was being fixed whit that gaze, another reason to hate miss Suzan Perel. But at the moment she didn’t care. She was going to get answers. Out of one of the too. If Mark wasn’t going to tell, she would have to get it out from the old tartar, somehow.
‘I am here to ask you about the philosopher’s stone.’ Said Perry breathlessly.
