Well I should start this story before I forget it….This is my original story, Blue Fire. Its going to be typed along side Lost Heart, my Kingdom Hearts Fiction. I hope you enjoy both. Lost Hearts characters are cameos of Blue fire just so you know…and this on a movie scale is PG13 or T for Teen by esrb. Enjoy!
Prologue:
In ancient times, the essence of one soul would control the tide of the world, but over time was proven a myth, a fairy tale, a fluke to scare little children and adults into thinking every thing they did could effect there friends and family and there children. This about the lives of those people who were touched because of the one person, who essence remained…
Chapter 1:
I laid there in awe of my own madness. I looked up at the bantered, broken, olive, ceiling. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, or even what my voice was like or my face, because every day, I’d look up at this ceiling, waiting on the piece of food they would drop down through a open vent, to the asylum “members”. I lost contact with the outside world, and with myself.
I didn’t even take the time to look around, there was nothing there, it was a room the locked around a room, which means, the bed space was the entire room. I couldn’t move, I just lie in the bed and be happy I was alive. I wish I could see more and be able to take my place back in society, but that will never happen.
I heard a rumbling noise from the vent…My favorite part of the day. Though it was little food, it was good food, but something is different, very different. Instead of one apple, I got ten apples! Joy rushed through my body as they dropped down on the bed, almost hitting me. I picked them up in a hurry and began to scoff them down. They didn’t bother the finish putting my confining jacket, or whatever they are called; to prevent my arms form moving, so felt as free as a bird. Something was wrong, I usually only get one apple the keep me alive, I could travel on this much food, apples provided me with serious energy, and kept me healthy. I heard the much unnecessary curing of a man who was seriously upset.
“Oh, how would like it if their so called, peace breaker member got out, see what a pain in the ass I can be…Think they can fire me!?” The man yelled boldly as a last stand of being fired because of tax cuts to the asylum. I heard various things broken in the back round; it was the destruction of the super computer that kept the doors locked down, tight. By the sounds of it, he was beating it down with a metal bat, and he probably knew well he could go to jail.
I looked over as the olive door creaked open, and from then on, I’ll be free.
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Comment, and tell me what you think.
Prologue:
In ancient times, the essence of one soul would control the tide of the world, but over time was proven a myth, a fairy tale, a fluke to scare little children and adults into thinking every thing they did could effect there friends and family and there children. This about the lives of those people who were touched because of the one person, who essence remained…
Chapter 1:
I laid there in awe of my own madness. I looked up at the bantered, broken, olive, ceiling. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, or even what my voice was like or my face, because every day, I’d look up at this ceiling, waiting on the piece of food they would drop down through a open vent, to the asylum “members”. I lost contact with the outside world, and with myself.
I didn’t even take the time to look around, there was nothing there, it was a room the locked around a room, which means, the bed space was the entire room. I couldn’t move, I just lie in the bed and be happy I was alive. I wish I could see more and be able to take my place back in society, but that will never happen.
I heard a rumbling noise from the vent…My favorite part of the day. Though it was little food, it was good food, but something is different, very different. Instead of one apple, I got ten apples! Joy rushed through my body as they dropped down on the bed, almost hitting me. I picked them up in a hurry and began to scoff them down. They didn’t bother the finish putting my confining jacket, or whatever they are called; to prevent my arms form moving, so felt as free as a bird. Something was wrong, I usually only get one apple the keep me alive, I could travel on this much food, apples provided me with serious energy, and kept me healthy. I heard the much unnecessary curing of a man who was seriously upset.
“Oh, how would like it if their so called, peace breaker member got out, see what a pain in the ass I can be…Think they can fire me!?” The man yelled boldly as a last stand of being fired because of tax cuts to the asylum. I heard various things broken in the back round; it was the destruction of the super computer that kept the doors locked down, tight. By the sounds of it, he was beating it down with a metal bat, and he probably knew well he could go to jail.
I looked over as the olive door creaked open, and from then on, I’ll be free.
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Comment, and tell me what you think.
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