She is all alone in the world. The raindrops were hard and stiff. The fog rolled in ever so closely. The passing cars splashed her with water, and everyone looking as if she had no reason to live. The thunder rolled and the lightning struck. The café didn’t seem so far away now. Her thoughts were on her new book, and nothing else. If she had nothing to care about, and no one to care about her, she might as well read on other’s lives, to see the fictional outcome of what she could’ve had. Once stepping into the warm café, and out of the ice cold streets, she looked around, seeing a few ‘parties’. She debated on whether to go back out or not, but the waiter already came up to her. His golden hair flowed swiftly towards the back of his neck, it was ever so straight, and messy at the same time. As if he’d straightened it then was took for a spin. It was wonderful. She could barely pinpoint his hazel eyes. Once the light hit them they turned into an ember color, his skin, flawless. “Milady?” his soft voice broke through her thoughts. Her eyes adjusted to his. Her blonde and wet hair stuck in her face. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” she asked, in her light voice. She could see his sleek lips moving as she examined his perfection. His lips started moving once again. “Would you like a seat?” he asked, holding out a maroon sleek menu. She lifted her pale hand and stretched it over the menu. His hand looked so warm, and hers, so hold. He released his gentle grip on the menu. “This way please,” he instructed. He had already turned before she could already take in his soft voice again. Her light footsteps echoed through the hardly empty café. Her eyes started to adjust to the lightning, and she became paranoid at everyone staring at her. A few men wouldn’t take their eyes off her. She gulped softly and took a seat, in their front view. She kept her legs crossed, making sure she wouldn’t reveal anything under her skirt. The chairs were so high, if someone even fell out of them, they’d break an arm. Her hands shook lightly at her sides. Her menu was already opened as the waiter stood by to take the morning order “What would you like milady?” his gentle voice broke through her thoughts once more. “Uhm..” she started stuttering. Her finger poked out of her comfy dark gray jacket. Her hood dripped water onto her face gently as she pointed out something. “Umm, a strawberry Danish and some herbal tea?” she said, but it sounded more like a question. He wrote the order down on the piece of paper in his notebook. “I’ll be right with you,” he said. He started walking off, and that was the last time she saw him.
nicely written, sounds distantly related to the letter of prochain or I could be wrong probably wrong
Two words. Holy ****! That was like... magical. It was really good... I'm like speechless here after reading that...
I've been thinking it over, this is not my usual fare but I find it engaging. The depiction of the focus character is not bad, but the overall introspectiveness and the level of detail in the description of action is probably what I like best.
No you're right, that's where i got the idea =] Thanks you also for encouraging the idea lol thank you ^^ THank you also =] ^^ The best way to capture the human emotions was to put myself in a situation like that.. not physically but mentally. it played through my head like a dream, so it wasn't so hard to do that I'm glad to hear you say that ^^ I'm not making the Parts very long because then i'll end up writing a whole lot in a part and everyone won't want to read something so huge.. So i'm breaking it down Part 2 Finding herself launching towards the door wasn’t the first thing she had in mind. The thought of those two men had startled her, and now they were chasing her. How could she have been so stupid, and so careless? The first one looked rather vaguely hideous in first impressions. He wore gray sweats and his sleek black hair was slightly long and messy in his face. The other guy, was tall, and looked pretty strong. He wore a white t-shirt with some sort of a checkered thin jacket, with a dark navy blue work pants, and his bright blonde hair was thin and short The cool sweat rolled down the side of her face and her heart thumped wildly. “Come on baby!” one of the men from behind her yelled out. Her nervousness got the better of her. She tripped on her own feet at the end of a curb, and scraped her knee roughly against the concrete. The next house was a little more than a fourth a mile away, and she just hurt her knee. Great job idiot, she thought to herself. They caught up to her once she stood up. The short guy that she first noticed stood in front of her making kissy faces and noises, the other behind her with a chain. She held onto her purse, thinking of a way to use it for protection. Perhaps she could beam one of them in the head with it, or the original kick in the groin. She thought of defending herself through talking, but her voice was dry. She could feel the lump in her throat, and she couldn’t swallow it. “Stay back” she said hoarsely. She was right about her voice being dry; she could barely make out what she said. “Come on baby, don’t be like that,” the tall one from behind her said. She made the mistake of turning around to look at him. She felt the cold metal of the chain wrap around her and felt the force pull her against him. She tried to scream, but no volume came from her. Both her hands were wrapped around the chain, trying to pull it away enough for her to breathe. A cool cloth came into her view and smelled of alcohol. It was masked over her face as she was starting to kick. Her kicks became mere movements in her legs as she was unable to breathe right. Her eyelids felt heavy and they dropped for a second then back up, as the outside of her eyes became blurry. A few swirls through the middle of her eyesight made it hard to see. A white Chevy came upon view in front of her, and the familiar face of the waiter in the café starting running at her. Was he in on it too? The words he yelled were long and echoed through her eardrums; she couldn’t hear the exact words. The cloth was dropped and the guy behind her disappeared. She couldn’t see in front of her, but everything was so slow. The wind against her body rushed against her as she fell. Warm hands wrapped around her waist as she fell. She lightly hit the ground, and she felt the cool concrete against her face. It soothed her greatly. Her stomach churned and she felt like she was about to get sick. Her face became pale and the underneath of her eyelids became draft and heavy. The next thing she could feel was her body picked up and ran over to the white truck she’d seen. The movements made her stomach more uneasy. Please don’t let me get sick on him was all she could think. She caught a whiff of vanilla once the warm heat kicked on her in the backseat of the white truck. The long seat in the back was comforting and she felt his warm hand on her cheek. She made out the last words he had said. “You’re safe”
OOh Now I'm curious to see how it could have ended *rocks back and forth from heels to toes trying to look nonchalant but failing horribly* OOh there should be more....soon....please?
