Thread: WhiteTiger's writings: update, New stories, High-fantasy with realism, all tag types:

RE WhiteTiger's writings update, new story, High-fantasy with realism, all tag types This is a piece dedicated to the German Author Jahann Wolfgang Von Goethe and his book Faust. The Blue Orb of Fire Glowing intensely, the blue flames surrounded the Erdgeist. Being the hottest of flames, the blue would even melt rock and earth, for which he ruled and no shape shifting would help either. What do you want, WITCH?!, he demanded of her as she gloated over her victory. Always around the crown jewels of the Royal Palace of the English, being the most precious products of the earth and made by the earth, this Erdgeist was ever vigilant for centuries, watching over them, though no one ever knew he was there. Twenty years ago, a field trip from an orphanage had taken the standard tour of them. Looking at them with eyes bright, coveting them, a little 5 year old red head girl absorbed the entire environment and the security systems. Looking right at the Erdgeist, she smiled, waving, and said, Hello there. Not believing a human could see him, much less try to talk to him, he ignored her. Unusual was a strange way to describe her as she never had any friends. She knew things she shouldnt and could do things she shouldnt. Alone, saddened, she began to focus more on her abilities and began to train, read as much as possible and bring out the full potential of an immensely powerful witch. The more forbidden and harder something was to get, the more she wanted it. That day, during the field trip, in the beginning of her journey, she saw those jewels, though she ought not to, and decided she wanted jewels upon jewels like that for herself. As she grew and advanced in her arts, she envisioned herself in gems and gold even more rich and in massive amounts than even the crown jewels she saw. Hello there, Erdgeist., she spoke to him after shifting with her talents into the secret chamber of the jewels and trapped him quickly before he realized what was happening. I know you., she said with as small smirk our of the corner of her mouth, and the glint of red flecks reflecting from her eyes. Tall and lithe, her hair was a massive wavy deep mane of intense red that brought out the pink of her lips and the red flecks in her eyes even more. I know who you are, magical one, and I know what you can do. You are trapped within that sphere because I would very much like you to grant a wonderful request for me. I know you are an elemental being of the earth and weave time. Inside your sphere are the beginnings of what millions of years in the future will be thousands of the same gems and gold you see here in these very crown jewels. Looking at him with a sweet smile, Will you please weave time, contained in that sphere and make all the elements within the sphere into the gems and gold for me? It is my greatest vision and my lifes dream! Bowing his head in shame at being caught, he said, I can not, Miss. I will get into grave trouble by the great dark lord Mephistopheles himself. He will be furious with me. Come now, dear Erdgeist, , as a ferocity began to take over her smile and the blue flames grew larger and closer to him, I am sure he wont mind if you accommodate me this one simple request. The flecks in her eyes began to glow and he knew he had no choice. Very well then. I will do as you ask, but may I ask your name, so as to know the name of the lovely maiden that these jewels will adorn? Sliding back a bit from her close predatory position, she relaxed a bit and smiled. My name, dearest Erdgeist, is Tengen Ula. Thank you, Miss. Tengen, I will begin my work right now., and with that, he summoned his spindle and began to weave time and environmental pressures within the blue flaming sphere. Within a few hours, being watched meticulously by Tengen, finely, pre cut, diamonds, rubies, chunks of gold, emeralds, sapphires, and every other imaginable gem appeared. Sweating and exhausted from his hard work, he dismissed his loom and stood there, surrounded by all that he had created. Excited and happy, she thanked him so very much. Little did they know was that Mephistopheles had been watching the whole time with amusement. Releasing him from his binding flame, he disappeared quickly, leaving the jewels behind. The realization of her dreams and visions now a reality, she reached toward them and began to collect them all into bags. Time is a funny thing. Falsely created time tends to affect all things it touches in the same way. As her hand and arms greedily scooped them into bags, her body began to rapidly age. As soon as she realized what was happening, and her mistake, she instantly became ash and her remnants fell to the ground in a pile of dust. The jewels then returned to their original state, as they were not able to maintain consistency, being artificially created. Mephistopheles smiled, sinking into the shadows as the changing of the guards for the morning took place. Surveying the jewels as usual, they found the strangest piles of dust in the room and immediately swept them up and tossed them in the disposal. Notes from the Book of Psalms A Wise Woman Seeks to Build Her Home The lash came down again and again as her mind screamed in mental anguish at the word, threats, fear and terror of losing everything she had worked her whole life for from her mother. Being a single parent for so long, raising three children on her own, back then Lisbeth Anderson had thought she had finally found Mr. Right. Fleeing from her over bearing mother, controlling every aspect of her life as she raised her children, she bowed down, each and every time for the sake of her kids, but remained strong for them, dedicating her whole life to them. Her oldest son was Autistic, violent and severely mentally ill, so she was never able to work, have a life or build a career. Then she met HIM on line one day, a younger man, which was difficult for her to accept and questioned her personal integrity constantly until she finally grew used to it. A new battle was ahead for her, as she would have to face society with a much younger man. So many years alone, yet they clicked somehow and they had both given up everything they had to start fresh in a new apartment in her same home city. Vincent, sweet Vincent Booreman was his name and he stood by her side on everything and strengthened her and supported her. Being older, she chose to give him one child, since they would be together forever, and thus he had no chance of ever having other children. The pregnancy its self almost killed her but she got through it as did their beautiful baby girl. With a new baby, still poor as church mice together, now with 4 children, it didnt matter because they had each other, as he then asked her to move to his home state and city. Knowing he had given up so much for her for almost 2 years now, she did what she thought was right and they got married as their honeymoon trip was out to where he grew up and his family was. Arriving there, things began to change as she slowly, day by day found out yet another lie he had told her. Devastated and becoming more and more abandoned by him, as he never came home any more, her heart sunk deep into depression, wanting to return home. Finally on one of his days off, he never even bothered to be home at all and the strength in her said screw it, and she took off her wedding bands and left him a note saying she was leaving and taking the children with her. Soon after, she found herself homeless, and financially dependent on her mother again, in a hotel room with a single bed as their temporary home and Lisbeth was smack dab in the middle of a nasty custody battle for the one child they shared. Ordered by the court not to leave, she was stuck and running out of money between the hotels and the attorneys fees. Getting a great job, the first one in years at a school with insurance and everything, her life was on the rebound as she was building her life up again. Six months of waiting for approval for help with child care costs was finally approved on the day she received a phone call from her employer. His family had written a scandalous letter, and instead of finding out the facts, afraid of that type of lying scandal in the letter, she was fired. Everything fell apart again. Needing to get him to sign the custody papers, she made nice nice, and finally accomplished her goals, he signed the papers. Now there was no job, no day care and no support, and her mother pulled out all help and she was surrounded by his family in a small town, so she ended up having to move in with him again. Year after year, her depression sank and sank, even when he tried to change or be a better person, it just wasn't in him and it was too late anyways. Forced to live with him for practicalities sake, she had one love that she knew of and even being older, she still loved anime and loved to watch it with her kids, which were now growing up and leaving, being chased out by him and his behavior. Rummaging through the internet for anime sites she found a site for writing and slowly and cautiously approached it, as she had suppressed it for years and all through college, always placing her children first. Beginning bit by bit, she found a passion in her, she used to in the days past, take out on gardening and on Christmas lights, that began to bloom. The writing was so much more than mere writing to her as it was also the key to her soul, opening her up, building her up, gaining strength and confidence bit by bit. She now seeks to be an author and plans to start a new life as she builds more and keeps at it, one day at a time. Solitude is a lonely path to walk Withdrawn from the world. Withdrawn from Society. Withdrawn from People. Withdrawn from women. Withdrawn from love. Sitting in the suede chair, buttons all along the back of the French Provincial style, he quietly sat and read a book. Brushing back his long toe head blond hair, his refined aristocratic features and large blue eyes reflect in the firelight. Wearing a high necked poets shirt, white with black matching trousers, belt, socks and patent leather shoes, he looked an aristocrat of old, and he was. Today was not that time though, it was the year two thousand and eleven in warm blooded human time. His love for that fashion from the time of his making was always one of his more distinctive features. Reading in solitude in this large abandoned eighteenth century, two story home, full of covered furniture and boxes, only the chair and the fire place seemed alive as the wind blew outside, in the night. The moon full, light filling the 12 light double window pane window, as the branches from a large very old Oak tree scratched across it now and then, throwing his concentration off, making him have to reread , yet again the last sentence he just read from, Dantes Inferno. The old chair stretched and complained a bit from his movement as he reached to light another cigarette, and heard the crackle and pop burst from wood in the fire. Beginning to lose concentration all together, his mind wondered to the past, his lost loves and of all the thousands of lives he has taken to fulfill his need, lust and love for blood. Pressing his razor sharp small fangs into his lip a bit too hard, not paying attention,a drizzle of his eternal blood dripped down his chin. Wiping it, feeling the tickle of it down, the wind blew hard on the window as the two halves of the window burst open. She was suddenly there, standing on the threshold, as the full light of the moon surrounded her, hiding her immaculate features in darkness. Hearing her breath, knowing it was her made the blood within him churn faster. Am I afraid?, he asks himself. For a century now he had evaded her, terrified of his own passions and feelings, thinking and hoping she had given up, but she had not. She was just waiting patiently. I see you are reading one of your favorites again., her sultry soft voice said to him. You always do insist on placing yourself in hell instead of my eternal embracing arms, dont you? Closing the book, marking the page, he layed the book next to him on the table and looked at her. I do what I must, to protect my self and those I love., he told her. Stepping down, gliding smoothly as if the air itself had steps, she approached him, gently pushing back her hood, revealing her short wavy hair. He always loved that about her, as if it were a sign of her defiant nature and independence. Approaching him, she unhooked her dark forest green velvet cape, revealed her dressed in modern clothes. So petite she was, and has always been. Dressed in a corset looking red top and low riding leather tight pants, showing off every bit of her mid drift and perfect curves in all the right places, she then grew near to him. The fire showed the details of her dark black hair, absorbing the fires light, while reflecting her dark Indian skin, beautiful bone structure encased by exotic beauty and her big dark brown eyes. Kneeling down on her knees before him, she smiled as the tips of her own razor sharp small fangs peeked out from those full enticing lips. Leaning into him and onto him on the chair, she said, Dont you think its now time to stop running and be what we have always meant to be?, she asked him. Sighing deeply, the tension in him began to grow as he felt his limbs and body weaken. We have from the time of your making, been destined to be together and you know it also, even though you have suffered greatly. You have loved me more that you can fathom all these centuries as I have you, and that is what you have been running from., she whispered to him. He could not deny it in any way. She spoke the truth, as she gently approached his face, rubbing her cold, smooth cheeks against his, and his body began to burn for her. Breathing deeply now, she looked at him, as they could feel their breath on each others faces and they took in every detail of each other. Let us, finally build our lives together and be united for our eternity. Her words struck him hard and deep, for those desires were what he didnt want to feel but was feeling now anyway and she leaned into kiss him gently on his lips, so cold and soft they were to him. Those lips invited him for her in every way, and he knew, by the feel of their rhythm together, it was time, and he kissed her back with his own cold soft lips. Saying everything in that kiss, the word was , Yes, yes, it is time. Let us start from this moment and for our eternity to build our lives together as mates. Pulling back for a moment, she looked at him and said, I love you Andre, I always have and I always will. In that same moment, following her, he said, I really love you too Rani. I always have and I always will., as she bent in to kiss him again and this time, he met her half way.