7/7/7 Challenge - The Vala Wing - 9/7/15

7/7/7 Challenge

WIP: "The Vala Wing"

Main character: Kitrik Veran

"The Lighthouse is about to start docking procedures. All crew prepare for docking. All passengers headed to Hejkerba prepare for debarking," a female voice on the Public Announcement system says in the Gaian spaceship The Lighthouse. A dulle yellow light illuminates above the doors, indicating for the crew and passengers to be alert.

'So here we go,' he thinks to himself, 'Maybe I can find quiet here, if I'm lucky.'

He sits up from resting on a thin bunk and swings his feet to the floor. His feet slip into his mud-caked boots immediately, a habit he has had for most of his life. He takes his hat off the coat rack, puts it on, grabs his luggage and leaves the small quarters.

~Gracie Mae DeLunac

Storm - 8/11/11

A breath of air escapes the lungs and flits upwards into the sky. After a long day from work, you’re exhausted. It feels good to be lying down instead of sitting at a computer for eight hours straight. The brushing of the grass blades causes your skin to tickle but it feels serene. The temperature has been hot all day and the weather forecast says that there may be storms coming. Right now, you don’t care. All you want to do is lie under the tree in the yard and relax. The mosquitoes start buzzing around you with the word that something is on its way – rain. Very few cars fly by on the road, a lot less than all the cars that you had to deal with to get home. It’s peaceful.

The air rumbles ominously as the clouds darken. It has been a while since the weather has changed so suddenly. Last time that it happened, there was a series of tornadoes throughout the state. Luckily for you, it had passed away from your home, leaving you snug in the basement bathroom. This time, however, is different. From your position on the ground, you can see the clouds building into a storm. Time to go inside, you decide as you sit upright. You feel light headed for a second before you push yourself off of the ground. You slip on your shoes and shuffle towards the house. A bolt of lightning glares in the eastern sky and a booming thunder clap rolls over your head, sounding like a semi-truck passing by on an overhead freeway pass.

Droplets of water collapse to the earth from the clouds, grateful to escape. They land softly at first then start to pick up in intensity. They become sharp and prick your skin like needles, drenching you and making your skin want to retract from the invasion. You start to run for the house but by the time that you get to the door, you are completely soaked, your clothes clinging to you as if asking for rescue from the rain. You get in your house and close the door, turning to watch the deluge upon the earth. The rain is so heavy that the visibility is cut to a mere ten feet, your resting spot under the tree hidden from your view. Turning on the weather station, you hear that the storm will be quickly passing and that there haven’t been any tornadoes spotted yet. “Yet” is the key word today…

Erasmus - clip 8/10/11

The hallway starts vibrating as size fourteen men’s boots thunder down the hall. The pictures on the walls rattle and the decorative table near the elevator trembles in fear of the man with every step. Accompanying the boots is the sound of a chain swinging and tackling itself every few seconds – chink, chink, chink. A woman sticks her head out of one of the rooms. Her velvet red shawl hangs lazily from her shoulder as she looks around the area. She catches a glimpse of the giant that is advancing in her direction. His black trench coat glides behind him, lengthening his already tall shadow to make it appear as a dark pit entrance to hell itself. A shimmer by his waist declares his position in society as it comes from a sidearm. A rifle is strapped to his back, the strap wrapping around his chest in the front. A sagging bag hangs from his left arm, suggestive of full magazine cartridges for the two guns. His smoky eyes turn to the woman, regarding her wasted shape without interest. Her blond hair is disheveled and her makeup smudged. He squints at her and she feels like the decorative table, shuddering under his influence. She quickly retracts herself and, with a thud, she closes the door and locks it. The man continues striding towards his destination. At the end of the hall, he turns on his heel and pulls out a card from his back pocket. He swipes at the door with the card and pushes it open with his hand. Ducking a bit to avoid the door frame, he enters the hotel room. Right away, he drops the bag down in the closet by the door before kicking the door shut behind him. Bending down, he pulls one boot off then he pulls the other off. The two brown pieces of shoe wear are set down by the bag, acting as two towers over a sand dune nearby. He sloughs off his coat, hanging it up from a cheap wooden hanger that has already seen its prime.

Sighing with relief, he walks through the receiving room and to the bedroom. Avoiding hitting his head, he enters the bedroom. Lying on the bed, with a book in hand, lies a young lady. She wears a satin black teddy outfit with a satin light pink robe draped over it. Her left leg stretches out on the bed whereas the right supports her book.