Sea eyes, Prologue

Fiction By Bridget // 5/6/2009

I'm kind of having a writers block problem with The Scarred Goddess, so I'm going to work on this a little too. Just so you know, Xotirra is pronounced Zo-Teer-Ah. I'll post more of The Scarred Goddess as soon as I can. Tell me what you guys think of this one.


Xotirra pushed her dirty, tangled hair out of her face. She leaned over the edge of the precipice. It was only about ten feet to the next ledge. She could make it. The air caught her tresses and swept them upwards as she fell into nothingness. Then a surge of pain vibrated through her ankles as she absorbed the shock.

The next ledge was a little farther, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Again she felt the wind touch her face. She saw the ledge nearing as if in slow motion. Then it disappeared. She tried to look behind her, to see where it had gone, but her neck refused to turn, and instead forced her to look at the ground that was swiftly nearing. Her eyes closed, and she blacked out before she even touched the ground.

At first, I couldn’t believe what I saw. What was a girl doing up here? Then my senses returned and I checked her pulse and breathing to see if she was still with us. I intended to ask her a great many questions, but obviously they would have to wait.

She wasn’t strictly beautiful, but her face was unusual, in a way, with a straight nose and small chin. Her hair was greasy and needed a wash, but would be a dark brown when it was cleaned. A thick, jagged scar struck across her right temple and touched down to her jawbone. I suppose that may have been the thing that made her seem unusual to me. Her cheekbones were so high that they made her look harsh, even while she was not awake.

There wasn’t anything I could do for now, so I sat to the side of her and leaned back in the shade.

Xotirra watched the shapes swirl in front of her eyes. Stars and swirls danced before her eyes. Her eyes felt heavy; maybe she could keep her eyes closed forever. She felt rather curious though, as to why she couldn’t wake up. She felt she was alive in a dream, and she rather liked it.

Gradually her eyes loosened up, and she felt compelled to open them. The slits of light coming through were too bright, and she closed them again.

Her shoulder was shaking. Then she realized something was shaking her shoulder. Why wouldn’t it stop? Why couldn’t it just leave her alone? It didn’t, however, and she was too curious to simply fall back asleep.

Blinking in the sharp sunlight, she turned to her side and was shocked at what she saw. A lad, of maybe sixteen years, sat beside her. He had a strong jaw and merry eyes, and was, altogether, quite handsome.

Her eyes were green when they opened. Not just the lettuce-colored green that most green-eyed people have. No, these were forest green, with deep turquoise flecks. The kind of eyes that you find once every other lifetime. You could forget the harshness of the rest of face if you looked at them. There were things hiding behind them that were impossible to read.


Bravo! Encore!

Bravo! Encore! Encore!
"I for one am getting bored, and boredom is something up with which I will not put!" ~Phineas and Ferb

Anna | Fri, 05/08/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Interesting. Like the

Interesting. Like the beginning of this.

"Welcome to the land of little orange fruit." The Brit-some comment somewhere, welcoming someone.

Alecia | Fri, 05/08/2009

It awoke with a shrill shreak that can be trnaslated "How dare you leave me in this bed, when I am asleep and helpless?" My sister

Very Good

I can't wait to find out what happens with this!
"Yes, words are useless! Gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble-gobble! Too much of it, darling, too much! That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here!" --Edna Mode (the Incredibles)

Ariel | Sat, 05/09/2009

"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Ooh! Very good. Post, post,

Ooh! Very good. Post, post, my dear, post, post.

"Here are the beauties which pierce like swords or burn like cold iron." C.S.Lewis

airlia | Sat, 05/09/2009

"It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God such men lived."
General George S. Patton

Anna & Alecia: Thank

Anna & Alecia: Thank you!!!
OFG: Haha, you vill zee, you vill zee.
Airlia: I posted chapter one last night, so it should be accepted soon.

"Life is a series of idiots all trying to be more profound than the last idiot. And in a moment someone will come along and try to say something more profound than what I have just said." - unknown, to me anyway.

Bridget | Sat, 05/09/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

*Aupplaudes. As Anna said,

*Aupplaudes. As Anna said, bravo!


"So, I'm like the Jonas Brothers' evil stepbrother? Okay." -Adam Lambert on People Say He Looks Like Joe Jonas (UNTRUE!) (and all of his sheer awesomeness!)

Erin | Thu, 05/14/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Thank you.... "California",

Thank you....

"California", he said, "is a beautiful wild kid on heroin, high as a kite and thinking she's on top of the world, not knowing that she's dying, not believing it even when you show her the marks." - Motorcycle Boy, from S.E. Hinton's 'Rumble Fish"

Bridget | Fri, 05/15/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya


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