This is a rough work-in-progress from my Fiction writing class. All of these will be coming weekly, and in sporadic periods of time story-wise, as I just write what comes to me. There are 3 main characters:
Callie Sullivan: Blonde hair, green eyes, average height and build.
Nick Mallie: Black hair, blue eyes, average blah blah blah. xD
Dan last-name-to-be-determined: Description yet to come.
Like I said, VERY rough. And yes, the two guys are based on FFF people, Nick on Dean Winchester and Dan (VERY ROUGHLY) on Argor251. Let me know what you all think.
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Nick shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to shield as much of himself as possible from the bitterly cold wind blowing directly onto him. It’s after ten at night as he leaves Cadie’s dorm room across campus. He sighs as he contemplates the long, cold walk back to his dorm, cursing his flat tire under his breath. The chilly January air brushes against his cheeks roughly, causing them to glow a fiery red. He rounds the corner of the building and hears loud muttering, the sounds of drunken partygoers stumbling their way back to their rooms.
“Hey, yo, look there. It’s Nick Mallie: the resident emo kid.” A crowd member slurs in his drunken stupor. Nick scoffs at the word ‘emo’; he never thought himself to be of that unhappy, depressive crowd; and keeps moving. The mob continues stumbling its way towards him, and he begins to feel uneasy. “What, you’re too good to talk to us, pretty boy?” another guy says, followed by raucous laughter and many high-fiving.
“Why don’t you all just go back to your dorms before you get in trouble?” Nick says calmly, trying to keep his cool.
“Oh, you think we’re looking for trouble? Well, we weren’t, but if you want to bring it, we’ll definitely take it.” A third goon says, and the three guys in the crowd begin to stumble forward, heads upright and eyes locked onto Nick.
“I’m not looking for trouble-“ Nick begins, but is interrupted by an abrupt slug to his right cheek. Taken aback, Nick gasps for a split second as he reels backwards. He feels his cheek, very warm, tender, and bleeding just a bit, and grits his teeth.
“Okay, is that how you want it?” he yells, and, rocking back on his heels first, lunges forward toward the offending party. The dark, cold lot lays the stage for the onslaught of meleeing and cheap shots from behind. Nick holds his own in the struggle, barely managing to get out of the hold of the men at times. The girls that came with the guys stand on the side, one videotaping the brawl on her cell phone’s camera, one dialing the police on hers, and the third standing, doing absolutely nothing.
From behind Nick came the largest of the men, one with very broad shoulders and tons of arm muscles. He grabs Nick’s legs and throws him above his head. Nick spirals in the air and hits the snow with a hard thump. Head throbbing at this point, Nick quickly reverts to his instincts and looks for a decent weapon, finding a large branch that has fallen off a nearby tree. He stumbles to his feet, branch at his side, takes a deep breath, and screams as he runs to his attackers.
Cadie settles into her desk seat, sighing as she thinks of Nick. She logs onto her Facebook account online and sees what is going on among her college friends. As she flips through the countless “Yay! It’s the weekend” status messages, her iPod switches to Lifehouse’s “Broken”. She smiles, thinking of that movie she saw the other day that had this song in it, the one with the wife of the guy who travels through time. She goes into a daydream, wondering how being in such a situation would be like. She imagines not being able to see Nick whenever she chooses, and just thinks of him popping up at various moments in her life.
“I, Cadie Marie Sullivan, take you, Nicholas Zane Mallie-whoa, where’d you go?” she laughs at herself, picturing such a wedding scene. Sighing, she then starts really imagining the scene: a beautiful church, large and grand, with gigantic, ornate stained-glass windows, the largest of them all right behind the front of the church, where dozens and dozens of white gardenias, white roses, and calla lilies are arranged. She sees Nick standing among them, in a simple black tuxedo, hair perfectly imperfect, as always. His pale blue eyes shine with nerves, as his hands fidget in front, trying to find their place. She sees herself, big white gown, spotted with beautiful white pearls, a flowing tulle skirt, and a long train carried by two nameless little girls. She clutches her bouquet of calla lilies as she loops her arm through her father’s, and they begin walking down the long stretch between her and Nick. She looks at the faces in the crowd: old and young alike, all united to watch the dream of two young lovers finally being realized. She notices that they all stare at her, but all she is focused on is that one person at the end of the isle. That one that she is even here for; that one that she is living for, breathing for, praying for. He smiles at her, a wide beautiful grin. She blinks back tears from her eyes, smiling the widest smile she’s ever smiled. One that tops any smile she had ever smiled since she even could make the motion.
Her ringing phone snaps her back to reality. In a daze, she answers it. “Hello?”
“Cadie….”the voice on the other end breathes. “It’s Nick.”
Nick swings the large branch towards the three muscle bound men, whacking one to the ground. The two remaining guys growl and lunge at him, trying to apprehend the branch in Nick’s hand. Nick swings again, as a scared man trying to scare back an attacking animal would with a flaming torch. One swing knocks another man back onto the ground. He stumbles back, deciding it’s not a good idea to try anymore. The last man standing, the one who tackled Nick and threw him into the air, is still running toward him. Nick musters up the last of his energy, drawing in one last breath in his tired body, and swings the branch with all his might. CRACK! He hears the deafening sound upside the man’s head, and watches him go down with a thud, blood coming from the impact point.
Callie Sullivan: Blonde hair, green eyes, average height and build.
Nick Mallie: Black hair, blue eyes, average blah blah blah. xD
Dan last-name-to-be-determined: Description yet to come.
Like I said, VERY rough. And yes, the two guys are based on FFF people, Nick on Dean Winchester and Dan (VERY ROUGHLY) on Argor251. Let me know what you all think.
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Nick shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to shield as much of himself as possible from the bitterly cold wind blowing directly onto him. It’s after ten at night as he leaves Cadie’s dorm room across campus. He sighs as he contemplates the long, cold walk back to his dorm, cursing his flat tire under his breath. The chilly January air brushes against his cheeks roughly, causing them to glow a fiery red. He rounds the corner of the building and hears loud muttering, the sounds of drunken partygoers stumbling their way back to their rooms.
“Hey, yo, look there. It’s Nick Mallie: the resident emo kid.” A crowd member slurs in his drunken stupor. Nick scoffs at the word ‘emo’; he never thought himself to be of that unhappy, depressive crowd; and keeps moving. The mob continues stumbling its way towards him, and he begins to feel uneasy. “What, you’re too good to talk to us, pretty boy?” another guy says, followed by raucous laughter and many high-fiving.
“Why don’t you all just go back to your dorms before you get in trouble?” Nick says calmly, trying to keep his cool.
“Oh, you think we’re looking for trouble? Well, we weren’t, but if you want to bring it, we’ll definitely take it.” A third goon says, and the three guys in the crowd begin to stumble forward, heads upright and eyes locked onto Nick.
“I’m not looking for trouble-“ Nick begins, but is interrupted by an abrupt slug to his right cheek. Taken aback, Nick gasps for a split second as he reels backwards. He feels his cheek, very warm, tender, and bleeding just a bit, and grits his teeth.
“Okay, is that how you want it?” he yells, and, rocking back on his heels first, lunges forward toward the offending party. The dark, cold lot lays the stage for the onslaught of meleeing and cheap shots from behind. Nick holds his own in the struggle, barely managing to get out of the hold of the men at times. The girls that came with the guys stand on the side, one videotaping the brawl on her cell phone’s camera, one dialing the police on hers, and the third standing, doing absolutely nothing.
From behind Nick came the largest of the men, one with very broad shoulders and tons of arm muscles. He grabs Nick’s legs and throws him above his head. Nick spirals in the air and hits the snow with a hard thump. Head throbbing at this point, Nick quickly reverts to his instincts and looks for a decent weapon, finding a large branch that has fallen off a nearby tree. He stumbles to his feet, branch at his side, takes a deep breath, and screams as he runs to his attackers.
Cadie settles into her desk seat, sighing as she thinks of Nick. She logs onto her Facebook account online and sees what is going on among her college friends. As she flips through the countless “Yay! It’s the weekend” status messages, her iPod switches to Lifehouse’s “Broken”. She smiles, thinking of that movie she saw the other day that had this song in it, the one with the wife of the guy who travels through time. She goes into a daydream, wondering how being in such a situation would be like. She imagines not being able to see Nick whenever she chooses, and just thinks of him popping up at various moments in her life.
“I, Cadie Marie Sullivan, take you, Nicholas Zane Mallie-whoa, where’d you go?” she laughs at herself, picturing such a wedding scene. Sighing, she then starts really imagining the scene: a beautiful church, large and grand, with gigantic, ornate stained-glass windows, the largest of them all right behind the front of the church, where dozens and dozens of white gardenias, white roses, and calla lilies are arranged. She sees Nick standing among them, in a simple black tuxedo, hair perfectly imperfect, as always. His pale blue eyes shine with nerves, as his hands fidget in front, trying to find their place. She sees herself, big white gown, spotted with beautiful white pearls, a flowing tulle skirt, and a long train carried by two nameless little girls. She clutches her bouquet of calla lilies as she loops her arm through her father’s, and they begin walking down the long stretch between her and Nick. She looks at the faces in the crowd: old and young alike, all united to watch the dream of two young lovers finally being realized. She notices that they all stare at her, but all she is focused on is that one person at the end of the isle. That one that she is even here for; that one that she is living for, breathing for, praying for. He smiles at her, a wide beautiful grin. She blinks back tears from her eyes, smiling the widest smile she’s ever smiled. One that tops any smile she had ever smiled since she even could make the motion.
Her ringing phone snaps her back to reality. In a daze, she answers it. “Hello?”
“Cadie….”the voice on the other end breathes. “It’s Nick.”
Nick swings the large branch towards the three muscle bound men, whacking one to the ground. The two remaining guys growl and lunge at him, trying to apprehend the branch in Nick’s hand. Nick swings again, as a scared man trying to scare back an attacking animal would with a flaming torch. One swing knocks another man back onto the ground. He stumbles back, deciding it’s not a good idea to try anymore. The last man standing, the one who tackled Nick and threw him into the air, is still running toward him. Nick musters up the last of his energy, drawing in one last breath in his tired body, and swings the branch with all his might. CRACK! He hears the deafening sound upside the man’s head, and watches him go down with a thud, blood coming from the impact point.