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Aug

2003

Dreamweaver

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You have some *really* good stuff here, Kyle!

I love the way you build suspense in your stories and use well-paced and non-cliched twists to great effect.

The description is really evocative and the characters are complex. I was particularly impressed with The Poisoned Goblet in that regard, and Sanji's tale wasn't far behind either. That affection for a tree was beautifully done.

Excellent work! I do hope you advertise this stuff and find more readers to enjoy your talents.

Dreamweaver

15-May-2009 04:36:23 - Last edited on 18-May-2009 01:44:02 by Dreamweaver

Dec

2023

Veranysis

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Wow.

I really can't find any other words to say. I knew that you had to be good to get Dream's attention this early in your Foruming career, but...

If I had a medal, I wouldn't for long. You are an amazing writer, Kyle. Let's just leave it at that.

16-May-2009 02:11:49

Dark Enmity

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Thank you Veran for those kind words.

Although, it was more along the lines of me begging Dream to post on here, but I bet he would tell you something different.

I am just glad I am getting posts. Once again thanks for your friendly encouragement and any one that is reading this thread, please tell me what you think!

16-May-2009 03:18:56 - Last edited on 16-May-2009 03:19:34 by Dark Enmity

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(¸.•´ (¸.•Torn

Alison’s old, frail face was cool and collected. Jacob’s, on the other hand, was not. "Curse her,” he muttered under his breath. Beads of sweat were trickling down his pale, Albanian face. His blonde hair looked unsettling and worn.

In truth he loved his Grandmother Alison. She had been his guardian, watching over him like an angel from above. And now to see her like this—unconscious, tubes sticking out of her arms and throat...it was just too much.

Jacob kneeled down on the chair beside the bed and placed his shaking hands onto her lap. Quietly, he prayed. He prayed to Guthix, he prayed to his dead mother and father (who both died when he was a toddler from heart-attacks) and most of all, he prayed to Alison. He wanted Alison to give him her prize winning smile, to show her pearly whites. Instead, she kept them hidden under her rosy lips.

He inhaled deeply, allowing the fragrances of the lilies on Alison's bedside table to overflow him like an anesthetic. It numbed the pain and suppressed his raging anger. But that didn't mean it wasn’t there.

The sun shone in for the first time in what felt like forever, reflecting off his Grandmother’s radiant body. It was the first time he saw her beauty so magnificent. She had flowing red hair, vibrant blue eyes and extraordinary lips which had massaged his injuries when Jacob was but a child.

Rebecca, the head nurse was also in the path of the light. Jacob couldn’t help detect and exaggerate her imperfections. Becca had pursed lips, large over sized hips and—what really annoyed Jacob—the disproportionate features on her face. Her eyes were bug-eyed, while her nose was nearly invisible.

16-May-2009 19:29:51 - Last edited on 16-May-2009 19:30:42 by Dark Enmity

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“Everything is looking good here, Jacob. I will be back in a moment. Please alert me if anything arises,” Rebecca said in a soothing, motherly tone. Jacob knew it was all a lie. It only took one glance at Alison, to see the broken ribs and bruises along her chest to guess she was not 'looking good’. Nevertheless, Jacob nodded hastily, cherishing the chance to be with Alison alone.

They had never quite specified how she got all these massive wounds. Jacob was insistent, but they just replied in a voice similar to Rebecca’s that ‘she fell down the stairs.’

‘Stairs? That's what happened to poor Alison that she needed to be assisted by not only the ambulance but the fire-department as well? Falling down stairs wouldn’t do this to someone.’

Jacob noticed the hospital form on Alison's bed. A spark of opportunity fired in his brain. Just a prompt look, that’s all he wanted. Cautiously, he reached over and snatched the clipboard, scanning the sheet. His face altered from interest, to concern and finally to horror.

‘So that's what happened to her? She didn't fall down any damn stairs! SHE HAD BEEN CRUSHED BY A TREE FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!’

His billowing anger exploded. How could they hide this from him? Sure, they probably guessed he would react this way but Alison must be in great pain, fighting—no BEGGING to stay alive. How could Jacob sit there now knowing that each breath of hers must feel like knives in her body?

Jacob jumped up from his chair, letting it clatter to the floor. His eyes were focused at the equipment. He realized they weren’t there to help her chances. They were there to keep her alive.

An idea struck his mind. It made him feel repulsed and disgusted. He could never do that, never.

Yet, it seemed so simple. He could let her go, give her the chance be free. He could be the hero. Jason’s hands slowly neared the electrical outlet. Fiendishly, they wrapped around the plug. His whole body was vibrating with terror.

16-May-2009 19:29:55 - Last edited on 16-May-2009 19:31:15 by Dark Enmity

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Both his mind and his heart were joined together and torn apart, and that made his choice harder. His mind knew that he could end the pain; like-wise his heart wanted her to be happy. Yet they both also knew it was wrong and a part of Jacob still wanted her on this earth. He drew in the coarse air.

‘She had been unconscious under the tree for at least three hours, convulsing in pain when they found her,’ he recalled from the hospital form. ‘Wonder who found her. Was it Miss Gabbles, Alison's next door neighbour? Or maybe one of the stray dogs saw her and yelped for help. Wouldn’t that be a sight to see? A dog saving the day,’ he thought sickly.

It didn't matter who found her half-dead body. All that mattered to Jacob was his decision. The heart-rate monitor’s high pitched beeps sped up, as if to hurry his choice. Alison’s blood pressure was rising and that meant Rebecca would be busting through the door any second.

Jason collected himself. Alison cared for him when his parent’s died. Alison always wanted the best for him, to give him the best of life. She made him grow up into a fine young man—handsome by most standards, married with two children. And now Alison needed Jacob for the very first time. He had made his decision.

Slowly and very painfully (for Jacob) he withdrew his hand from the plug. Then, he collapsed onto the ground giving out loud, uncoordinated sobs, devastated for what he was thinking of doing. His body was rigid, erupting in tremors every few seconds. Jacob pressed his back against the cold, hard floor, wishing for himself to be dead.

16-May-2009 19:30:00 - Last edited on 16-May-2009 19:31:51 by Dark Enmity

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After what seemed like years, Jacob struggled to stand up. He was once again focused on his Grandmother. He didn't bother to notice that Alison’s heart monitor had transformed into a low monotonous moan. He didn't notice his Grandmothers skin turn as still as marble. He didn't notice the flat-line on the LCD screen. He didn't notice the doctors pouring into the room, screaming words like ‘stat’ and ‘emerge’. All Jacob noticed was Alison’s pale face, his eyes spellbound to hers as they began to glaze over.
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16-May-2009 19:30:06 - Last edited on 16-May-2009 19:32:20 by Dark Enmity

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(¸.•´ (¸.•The Nightwalkers

It was a cold, misty night. The sun was setting into the mountains, reflecting a myriad of colors from orange to pink. Just as the sun disappeared from the starry sky a new object entered into the clouds. It held a faint resemblance to the sun, but shone a silvery aura. The moon was now out. And that meant the Nightwalkers would be too.

Doors began to creek in the city of Varrock. The asleep would not be capable of hearing the barely audible sounds of muffled footsteps against grass. They were stealthy and vigilant.

The Nightwalkers banded together onto the streets like a choreographed parade. Their faces were blank, staring mindlessly into the darkness. Each set of eyes appeared dark, but determined. They only had one mission. Recruit.

A young teenage boy arrived onto the streets a few minutes late. The other’s turned, without a glint of surprise on their faces. Joey was late. It was eventual that it would happen to all of them. But for now that wasn’t their problem. Joey was their problem.

Silently, a middle-aged man separated from the group. His brown hair turned silver in the moonlight. Joey walked towards him, unafraid.

It was time. Joey walked into the arms of this man. The man placed his left hand over Joey’s eyes. With his right, he reached into the pocket, fishing for something. He pulled out a gleaming knife.

Effortlessly, he swiped it across Joey’s throat. Joey gave gasp or sign of terror. The blood spluttered out of his neck like a water gun running low on liquid then it ran down his skin like a flowing river.

Joey slumped into the arms of the man. With a lack of compassion, Joey’s killer dropped him with a thud on the hard concrete. They would be back later to dispose the body. For now, it was time for their mission.

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Cameron gave a yawn. While checking the time, he brushed his dark black hair away from his eyes. The hour hand pointed at the Roman numeral II.

17-May-2009 01:38:03 - Last edited on 17-May-2009 01:45:20 by Dark Enmity

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‘Two in the morning?’ Cameron thought wearily. ‘I had been reading for that long?’ He cursed beneath his breath. Four hours of reading and he still didn't know the ending to his book. He was starting to become a little annoyed by the art of suspense.

“Ah well. The anxiety could be good for me.” He put the novel on the teak coffee table before rubbing his eyes. He wanted to collapse right on the couch. But his mother probably wouldn’t approve.

There was a knock on the door. It startled Cameron, causing him to stub his big toe on a chair leg.

“Jesus!” He swore. “Who comes in the middle of the night? Don’t solicitors know it is better to market when the customers are AWAKE?”

Cameron decided to rudely ignore the knocking. Before reaching the foot of the stairs, a smell entered his nostrils, consuming him.

Peppermint. The knocking ceased, but the smell was still in the air. They had probably left a basket of peppermint at their doorstep. Cameron absolutely hated that smell. He thought the way how it burned the inside of a person’s nose was repulsive.

He couldn’t just leave the mint in front of the house. It would be wafting up into his room—he would be unable to sleep. Cameron had to discard it.

He walked to the front door with a feeling of aggravation. His hand reached out and thrust the door open, allowing it to slam against the wall. Cameron didn't care. He just wanted the stench to stop.

There was no basket of peppermints. Not even a single mint candy at his doorstep. Instead, there was a man with a face as pale as a ghost and eyes as black as coal. His hair was mangled and unkempt, while his skin was stretched tightly over his body.

Cameron had no time to shudder. With the speed of a serpent, the man lashed out with his hands. They dug into Cameron's cheeks with great pressure. Cameron felt warmth from the man’s palms. But they weren’t just warm—they were BURNING.

17-May-2009 01:38:08 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2009 14:32:06 by Dark Enmity

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A strange sense of pleasure overwhelmed Cameron. Images popped into his head at an alarming rate. He understood them all, he knew more than anyone had dared to think. It felt amazing—to have a sense of power. He could learn anything—everything he ever wanted. The meaning of life, the God’s, his own existence—

The pictures stopped. The man had let go of Cameron’s face and had returned to the pack, walking aimlessly through the streets. Cameron was puzzled...

...and then determined. He wanted to know more, to reach beyond the boundaries of what mortals knew. He knew that these people—these walkers had all the answers. They were giving him a chance of joining them. And he wanted it.

Quietly, he joined the Nightwalkers. As soon as he united with their ranks, his features became unrecognizable. His skin two became pastel and delicate. His eyes lost their usual greenish hue. Cameron’s mind was now connected with the others; he too focused on the mission the mission no non-walker could understand.

Cameron inhaled. A strange and distinct aroma felled his insides. It felt alien to him. The scent diverted him of his focus. He had to know what it was.

Peppermint. That was what he smelled. He remembered it now. An odor with its own unique characteristics, unlike anything on earth. It burrowed deep into a person with merciless force and gave them a fiery sensation.

Cameron smiled. He allowed the peppermint to overflow him. The fragrance gave him hope and bliss. Right then, peppermint was the best thing Cameron had ever smelled.
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17-May-2009 01:38:13 - Last edited on 17-May-2009 01:46:39 by Dark Enmity

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