The following is a story I told over AIM with minor commentary from the recipent. I editted out all of my screenname appearances and put things into paragraphs. So you didn't have line fragments and the fun like it. All other editting was neglected though. Basically it was improvized writing, which is always a fun exercise. You should try it too sometime. The pressure makes it worth it. Left untitled at her request, because well 'not all stories need titles, some should just be what they are.' You got love that.
Under the cracked lip sky two people lay in the back of a truck, the boy with hands behind his head and the girl facing the opposite direction curled with her head upon his legs, both looking at the stars through the parking lights.
Music streams through the windows and around the air swirling wtih the leaves and bags along the curb, dancing with faeries that only they could see. Fireflies flutter around both their heads and he swears it's just the light reflected in her eyes.
They listen for their song to come on the radio so they can start dancing in the parking lot before the cops come and kick them out because it's illegal to stay parked in the open after midnight since the moon fell from the sky and collide with the mall.
[rainbowmonstar: the moon fell?!]
[rainbowmonstar: oh no]
Scientist expected debris to come after it and pointless laws of protection were put in place for the safety of the people, but they didn't care they were in love. Scientist didn't know how to explain the phenomena. The moond fell, but only half of it. so they tried to rebuild the other half with space debris from broken satellites. But it failed.
So they did one better. They stuck a rocket on two passing comets and pushed them into the Earth's orbit and now the people speak of the three half moons. A mixture of red and blue and white. A beautiful sight to behold, but rarely seen legally. No one had ever danced under them that's for sure.
And it was their moment.
They had wanted to do this and tell the others they had done it, regardless of the penalties. The romance of it taunted them. Writers wrote of doing it, but never did and here were two teenagers in the back of a truck listening to the radio, waiting for their song so they could dance under the three half moons in alignment.
The notes floated through the parted read window and they stood up and hopped the sides to the concrete and began to sway with the music. A slow ballroom waltz. Her skirt fluttering in the wind as he twirled her and the faeries abandoned their shopping bag and held her skirt as she twirled. The fireflies buzzed near the tires, but the sparkle shone from her eyes still.
muffled velvet: He smiled, just as a spotlight dropped on them from over head and the booming voice of authority condemned their actions.
They both stopped and jumped into their seats. He shifted and peeled out of the parking lot just as the police pulled in, causing them to spin around. Through the dividers, he dodged, her eyes never left his face as he focused his entirety on the dodging and pushing the car forward faster. Through the corners as lights turned red and trolleys slammed on their breaks. A whinning that reminded the passenger's of children dying.
Cops swerved around the cars and set their red, whites, and blues a twirling and screaming. No one got in the way and he pulled into the next community, hit the first turn, drove, turned quickly, killed his lights and kept going, weaving in and out of the cars, avoiding bushes and mailboxes that he could have sworn were leaping at them. She touched his leg with her hand and kissed him on the cheek.
He pulled out the back end of the community and turned on his lights, but the overhead spot had caught back up to him. So he headed for the tunnel at the edge of town. Had to get there, before they called for help. The multi-colored swirl behind them regain it's compsure, and began to spit bullets at their tires, a few shots and they jerked forward and back, her head cracked the rear window.
[rainbowmonstar: nick, dont let them die]
She held one hand to the glass pieces crushed against her head and flipped the cops off with her other hand.He spun to the left out into the fields under the trees, the rubber thumping against the tire well, making a racket that the police could hear in their cruisers over the sirens. Sparks started flying and he hit a tree. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from the wreckage, towards the river. Into the next state. The tunnel had to be cut off by now.
She tripped and fell, and the sound of dogs over sirens started to pierce the edge of the forest. He picked her up and carried her, she kissed his cheek again, but he didn't pay attention, his face knotted with concentration on survival. The river.
He could hear the whistling and shouts of the dog owners setting the hounds free, but he kept sprinting with the girl in his arms, the river in sight and the dogs in ear shot. Running out of options he put her to her feet and told her to run, he'd fend off the dogs and take the punishment. But she could be free. She grabbed his hand and didn't let go no matter how much he told her to run, tears welling in his eyes, he could see the dogs now and the reality sank in, he stood with her, fingers locked together. he could hear the hunger in the voice of the dogs, they would surely tear them to pieces but he was happy, she was by his side.
Just beyond the tree, their breathe proceeding their noise. Just beyond arm reach and it was over, he felt the teeth before they came but they never came. He opened his eyes and he saw the faeries. That's when he grabbed her hand and resumed sprinting for the river, the possibility of being free in his throat again. She still hadn't opened her eyes.
At the end of the trees before the river they stopped took a breath and looked up, the three moons aligned in a beautiful array of colors to reflect upon. He dove in and she hopped in beside him, he put his arm around her since she couldn't swim and puller her across to the other side. And once they got out they danced.
He whispered her name and the word love, and she melted in his arms.
Under the cracked lip sky two people lay in the back of a truck, the boy with hands behind his head and the girl facing the opposite direction curled with her head upon his legs, both looking at the stars through the parking lights.
Music streams through the windows and around the air swirling wtih the leaves and bags along the curb, dancing with faeries that only they could see. Fireflies flutter around both their heads and he swears it's just the light reflected in her eyes.
They listen for their song to come on the radio so they can start dancing in the parking lot before the cops come and kick them out because it's illegal to stay parked in the open after midnight since the moon fell from the sky and collide with the mall.
[rainbowmonstar: the moon fell?!]
[rainbowmonstar: oh no]
Scientist expected debris to come after it and pointless laws of protection were put in place for the safety of the people, but they didn't care they were in love. Scientist didn't know how to explain the phenomena. The moond fell, but only half of it. so they tried to rebuild the other half with space debris from broken satellites. But it failed.
So they did one better. They stuck a rocket on two passing comets and pushed them into the Earth's orbit and now the people speak of the three half moons. A mixture of red and blue and white. A beautiful sight to behold, but rarely seen legally. No one had ever danced under them that's for sure.
And it was their moment.
They had wanted to do this and tell the others they had done it, regardless of the penalties. The romance of it taunted them. Writers wrote of doing it, but never did and here were two teenagers in the back of a truck listening to the radio, waiting for their song so they could dance under the three half moons in alignment.
The notes floated through the parted read window and they stood up and hopped the sides to the concrete and began to sway with the music. A slow ballroom waltz. Her skirt fluttering in the wind as he twirled her and the faeries abandoned their shopping bag and held her skirt as she twirled. The fireflies buzzed near the tires, but the sparkle shone from her eyes still.
muffled velvet: He smiled, just as a spotlight dropped on them from over head and the booming voice of authority condemned their actions.
They both stopped and jumped into their seats. He shifted and peeled out of the parking lot just as the police pulled in, causing them to spin around. Through the dividers, he dodged, her eyes never left his face as he focused his entirety on the dodging and pushing the car forward faster. Through the corners as lights turned red and trolleys slammed on their breaks. A whinning that reminded the passenger's of children dying.
Cops swerved around the cars and set their red, whites, and blues a twirling and screaming. No one got in the way and he pulled into the next community, hit the first turn, drove, turned quickly, killed his lights and kept going, weaving in and out of the cars, avoiding bushes and mailboxes that he could have sworn were leaping at them. She touched his leg with her hand and kissed him on the cheek.
He pulled out the back end of the community and turned on his lights, but the overhead spot had caught back up to him. So he headed for the tunnel at the edge of town. Had to get there, before they called for help. The multi-colored swirl behind them regain it's compsure, and began to spit bullets at their tires, a few shots and they jerked forward and back, her head cracked the rear window.
[rainbowmonstar: nick, dont let them die]
She held one hand to the glass pieces crushed against her head and flipped the cops off with her other hand.He spun to the left out into the fields under the trees, the rubber thumping against the tire well, making a racket that the police could hear in their cruisers over the sirens. Sparks started flying and he hit a tree. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her from the wreckage, towards the river. Into the next state. The tunnel had to be cut off by now.
She tripped and fell, and the sound of dogs over sirens started to pierce the edge of the forest. He picked her up and carried her, she kissed his cheek again, but he didn't pay attention, his face knotted with concentration on survival. The river.
He could hear the whistling and shouts of the dog owners setting the hounds free, but he kept sprinting with the girl in his arms, the river in sight and the dogs in ear shot. Running out of options he put her to her feet and told her to run, he'd fend off the dogs and take the punishment. But she could be free. She grabbed his hand and didn't let go no matter how much he told her to run, tears welling in his eyes, he could see the dogs now and the reality sank in, he stood with her, fingers locked together. he could hear the hunger in the voice of the dogs, they would surely tear them to pieces but he was happy, she was by his side.
Just beyond the tree, their breathe proceeding their noise. Just beyond arm reach and it was over, he felt the teeth before they came but they never came. He opened his eyes and he saw the faeries. That's when he grabbed her hand and resumed sprinting for the river, the possibility of being free in his throat again. She still hadn't opened her eyes.
At the end of the trees before the river they stopped took a breath and looked up, the three moons aligned in a beautiful array of colors to reflect upon. He dove in and she hopped in beside him, he put his arm around her since she couldn't swim and puller her across to the other side. And once they got out they danced.
He whispered her name and the word love, and she melted in his arms.