Okay, okay, i picked out one chapter of the Stories of the Inc/Island and [glow=red,2,300]am ready to post~![/glow]
..... do i post it here or on that other thread? Seeing as Tazer put one here.....
ah, well, i'll just put this up here. I really couldn't choose between the chapters; but it doesn't matter anyways i suppose.....
This is part of a longer collection of short stories, which you can find here:
www.fanfiction.net/s/2696930/1/(The title of the story is Icarus, by the way.)
One gnarled hand plucked a chord on his instrument; the other stroked the woman beside him. He leered at her and leant over to whisper in his ear, and then he called the other women to him. They came to huddle around him, cute expressions of vague curiosity on their faces.
“I’m gonna tell you all a story,” he announces, in a raspy voice. The girls look at each other excitedly.
“Now I know a lot more about this tower than any of you li’l ladies combined,” he says proudly. “I was ‘ere since the stones of this thing were laid. I ‘elped put a good few of ‘em in place.
“But I’ll be damned if I didn’t realize too late that I didn’t put a door on the thing. So I’d trapped myself ‘ere. Heaven though it may be, I hate being trapped ANY place, even if it’s by choice.
“I wanted one last breath of the world. One last kiss to that lady out there where I’d come from. No I’m no genius, but I have connections, y’know, someone who used to be in this very tower. He was smart, smart enough to get us out of this place; he came up with a plan.”
The girls “ooh” and “ahh” amongst them, this is something new, something taboo- talks of the outside world. Could it be this man had seen it? That one thing none of them had even dared to imagine?
“It was like in that story. He built us wings. Wax wings.” An almost wistful look crosses the man’s face; he shakes his head and continues the story. “‘E straps ‘em to ‘is back, and we jump out of the window. ‘Ere we are, sailing on the wind, flying around and riding with the clouds around our knees like the sky’s just another mistress pleasing us.
“I wanted to go higher, though, higher. I went up; too late I heard ‘im yelling that I couldn’t fly up that far. I had the sun on my back. I was higher than any of those bastards down there. I was the king of it all.
“But the wings- the started to melt…the wax dripped, the feathers fell out. And then I was falling like nothing.”
The girls all gasp. “What happened then?” a blonde asks.
“Why I fell right back into this tower, to spend the rest of my time with all you lovely ladies,” he said, grabbing the woman playfully.
The girls giggle and surround him. “But don’t you ever want to get out again?” one daring female asks, as he steals a kiss from her.
“No who would choose a patch of sky over all this wonderful company?” he teases.
Truthfully, he doesn’t much care to escape anymore. No matter if he was to escape again. No matter how high he could go the next time, he would never be able to pass that highest point. He could only glide lower and lower…
Here, he was high up in this tower. He was towering over the city. That was enough.
Those damned wax wings.
I KNOW IT SUCKS!!!!
