Vent


Hey all. This post doesn’t concern anything in particular it’s just me using my writing to release a bit of the negativity that’s built up within me of late.  Not in a ‘romantic’ mood or anything of that sort but my next blog post will be one of those sort of poems. It’s an old one I admit, but something I think you folks will enjoy. In the mean time, I’m going to share this little tidbit below and get your thoughts, hope you all enjoy!

Update: This post is a sequel to a story idea I popped on here during this blog update https://wildpalazzo.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/day-2-literary-awesomeness/

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Susan spent the rest of the day in a sort of half daze. She meandered from class to class without really being aware of what she was doing. She even managed to totally miss her advanced chemistry class because she totally forgot about it. The problem, she had to admit, was that she was slightly scared. She couldn’t help but look around her and feel even more like an outsider than normal. Sometimes she swore she saw people with cat-slitted eyes looking at her. It made concentrating on school work difficult at best.

Finally she decided to make her way over to the library early. She skipped her last course but that was only her token arts course and missing one or two of those couldn’t have that much of an impact on her grade. Could it?

She chastised herself for being paranoid and wandered into the back of the library. She moved past the rows and rows of books, broken only ever now and then by a computer terminal, and reflected. Susan was actually given to self-reflection quite a bit actually. Although others might have called it more a form of self-pity. Still, one turned out that way when one had the same kind of life as her.

Susan hadn’t exactly had a hard life really. In fact, as the only child of her wealthy family one could almost say she was spoiled. Or her family had tried to spoil her at the very least. From day one little Susan had developed an independent streak. One that only grew bigger when her mother died of cancer. Her father had wanted her to grow up to be a proper woman, but Susan had refused his help. She had insisted on going to private schools and earning her own spending money. Her family had been disappointed in her but they had thought it was just a phase.

It turned out not to be, and Susan had gone through most of her life trying to forge her own identity. The problem was that most of the kids at her old schools used to treat her different because her father was rich. And the teachers seemed almost afraid of her, cowed by her father’s reputation into not treating her the same way they would other children. It was infuriating to the young woman. She wanted desperately to not be seen as just her father’s daughter. She wanted to make a name for herself  but was defeated at every turn. Even self-employment was a waste of time. While she could get any job she quickly found out she was only being hired because of her family’s influence.

Then had come something of a falling out. When Susan had finally graduated high school she insisted on going to university and paying for herself. She even insisted on moving to Illusory so she could get as far away from her family as possible. She deliberately hid her identity as best she could and got into the only school she could both afford and qualify for. She didn’t care if she had practically no free time because of the dual concerns of both study and work, she was finally making it on her own. She would finally forge her own world.

And then something like this happened, and you wondered if it was such a good thing to be on your own in the world after all.

She was so caught up in brooding that she almost missed him. He was leaned over a textbook on one of the box-like study desks found within the depths of the library. She paused, trying to remember where exactly it was she had seen this boy before. Then he turned slightly to retrieve a folder of notes from his briefcase and she remembered. It was the same man from last night, the one with the soft, almost effeminate, features and the strange deep green eyes. She felt her pulse quicken as she tried to force her mind to decide what to do.

He was so gorgeous, why would he even be interested in talking to a girl like herself? No, she had to force herself to think. This isn’t about romance (that was an option she would explore later). This was about the incident last night. If she didn’t get some sort of closure on it she knew she’d probably spend the rest of her life jumping at shadows. The worst part was, she would never know if she was fully justified in doing so.

“Excuse me.” She was dismayed and surprised by the sound of her own voice. She sounded like a penitent at one of those eastern churches. She was also surprised that while she was debating it in her head she had walked all the way over to stand right next to him. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he didn’t seem to notice. His brow was cutely curled up in concentration and he was tapping a pen on top of a sheet filled with arcane figures and equations that she thought were related to finance

“Excuse me,” she said again, louder this time. Again he didn’t seem to notice. “Excuse me!” she exclaimed while leaning over next to his ear. He paused, his head slowly swiveled to pierce her with his emerald eyes, like frozen ponds. He studied her for a moment, obviously not recognizing her and then turned back to his work. She flushed, realizing he had probably been waiting for her to say something and she had blown it like some frivolous school girl. She was nineteen years old, she shouldn’t have this many problems with guys. So why did she feel so much like running all the way back to her place and trying to hide under her covers from the shame? “Uh, sir…” she gulped in air. It was hard to breathe for some reason. “I believe we’ve met before…”

“I don’t think so,” he deadpanned. He smirked and quickly began to jot down extra figures on the sheet. Apparently satisfied with his work he shuffled his papers, bringing a new one to the surface.

“Actually we have,” she reached down and found the courage to speak from somewhere. She noticed as she continued that it got easier, as long as she didn’t leave any significant pauses. “We met last night. I was being chased by some sort of monster thing and you showed up with this girl and chased it off somehow. Then I fainted and I woke up this morning to find myself cleaned  and dressed in my nightclothes. I also found some sort of card and I was wondering what all this is about.”

“Ah,” he turned and squinted his eyes slightly. On anybody else the expression might have been comical, on him it was just intense. “I see, I didn’t recognize you without the mud all over your face.” She flushed again at that. So much for first impressions. “Don’t worry, we won’t charge you for it. We only issue bills to contracted customers.” He turned back to his figures. “Consider last night a freebie.”

“Huh?” she blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“That isn’t why you came to me?” he asked confusion polluting his voice.

“Well no,” she shifted nervously as he looked at her again.

“Then what, pray tell, do you want exactly?” was his query.

“I want to know what happened to me last night…”

He raised an eyebrow and a look of understanding seemed to cross his features. “Oh, I get it,” he rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to worry. Ms. Maya took you home and cleaned you up and put you to bed. I had nothing to do with it at all, so you won’t have to worry about me doing anything perverted.”

She almost fell over as she lost her balance. Her cheeks felt like someone was applying an acetylene torch to them. She tried to speak but what came out of her mouth more resembled some ancient caveman dialect than English. Finally she discovered her voice again. “That isn’t what I was worried about at all!” she corrected him, a bit too loudly. A student from further up the aisle leaned out of her box and glared at the two of them. “I meant what was with that… that thing last night,” she asked in a much lower voice.

“I thought I explained that to you last night,” he replied. “It was a Kuei-jin, a physical manifestation of demon that devours spirit energy. It’s a sort of vampiric creature with traits of the more common eastern gaki and the western nosferatu…”

“Woah,” she put up her hand and felt confusion well up inside her. “I mean, what was it. Do those things really exist? Was it a monster?”

“Monster is a term we don’t like to use,” he explained. “It was a paranormal entity. One of many that inhabit our world and live just beyond the scope of human perception.”

“Para… normal?”

He sighed. “If you really wish to find out more about this I suggest you go see Professor Jericho, he’s the real expert and can probably explain the phenomena much better than I can.”

“I remember that name,” she said slowly. “Didn’t you mention it last night?”

“Yes,” he nodded. He shuffled through his papers until he found a blank piece. He then proceeded to write down a room number and what looked like hour notations. “This is his office and hours. If you’re lucky he will actually be there instead of off cobbling together another nonsense gizmo or sleeping in his car.” She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that so instead she merely took the slip of paper when he offered it. Something else was nagging her however, and when she reached into her pocket she remembered what it was.

“What is Mystery Club?” she said as she took the card out of her pocket.

“Jericho’s pet project,” he replied and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It read six o’clock. “I have to go. Find professor Jericho, he can answer any questions which you might have.” He quickly packed his papers away and stood up, obviously intending a rapid exit.

“Wait,” she said as she followed him. “I still have more questions…”

“I already told you how to answer them.”

“Won’t you at least tell me your name?”

He paused and turned to face her. “Mac Johnson,” he informed her crisply.

“I’m Susan Feretti…” she began.

“Abe Feretti’s daughter?” he asked. “Of Feretti Industrial Robotics?”

“Uh yes,” she blinked. “How did you know?”

“Family resemblance plus the name,” he started to leave. “Good day Ms. Feretti.”

“Wait…” she began but noticed he had disappeared around the corner already. Damn, that could have gone better. And it wasn’t exactly reassuring either. She held up the piece of paper and noticed that the next office hour wouldn’t occur until tomorrow. Sighing with frustration she began to make her way towards the front of the library.

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  1. Suspenseful, mysterious, and a definite hook. Young protagonist and monsters seem to go together like so much traditional horror. I’m sure what we will see next from you won’t be anything traditional–not by a long shot. As usual, the dialogue is crisp, witty, and character defining. I’d like to see more of the setting, not too much, but enough to clue me into the surroundings. Otherwise, a nice start to something more.

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    • Thanks :). Really appreciate you dropping by and taking the time to leave your thoughts. Always appreciate your insight!

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    • nikewrites
    • August 7th, 2013

    It’s funny, when I read the first sentence and wondered if this would be the continuation of THAT story! It was!!!! ::clappity, clappity!!:: On a serious note, I love the way you bring your characters to life. Excellent work! 😀

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  2. You always write well. And I like how you hold your cards. I didn’t know what she wanted with him until the end. You know how to write suspense without giving it away.

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    • Ashley
    • August 8th, 2013

    I’ve always thought growing up in a rich family with a recognizable name would be awesome lol don’t think I’d stray away from it.

    You always do a great job at bringing your characters to life and keeping even the smallest pieces of the story interesting. Can’t wait to read more.

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  3. Good stuff, I enjoyed this story 🙂

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  4. Very descriptive!
    I love how you detail all your stories!!!

    PERFECT DETAILED VISUAL
    “She almost fell over as she lost her balance. Her cheeks felt like someone was applying an acetylene torch to them.”

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    • Thanks kit kat :0. I thought I did ok with the description but I feel like I can be a bit better.

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    • Lynci
    • August 12th, 2013

    I was absolutely enthralled. I love your writing style. Makes everything seem so real. Activated my imagination very very well.

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