FivePointSin
December 20th, 2003, 5:22 am
Hello all! If your reading this than ur really great for checking it! I've been writing for about three or four years now, and have done alot of Fan Fics on the old AOL HP Message Board... so i hope you like this short story!
God Bless Ye Merry Hippogriffs!
It was another fine summer day. The sun was shinimg, the grass was green, and everyone was enjoying the bright summer sun shine. It was a lot better than last year's summer, which was so hot and water so scarce that hoses were banned. Yes, it was most definitly a beautiful day...Until he came.
As children laughed and played at the neighborhhod park, a stranger walked into the town of St. Rockwell.He was a very funny-looking fellow. Short, and rather stout, wearing a long black roab. [I]Strang for such weather, all the onlookers thought. Even his face and hands were covered.
But even as the people around him watched and whispered, the stranger kept moving, gliding towards a finish line that he alone knew of. And then he stopped. He stood right in the middle of the park, where a small square lay. For a moment, everyone thought he had become confused, as if he suddenly forgot where he was.
And then a short stubbly thing reached out of the robes where his hands would be. But surely this wasn't a hand? Hands don't shimmer like that in the sun do they? At least not normal hands. Maybe he'd been in an automobile accident, or something. But then they knew that it was indded a hand. A stubbly, silver hand clutching a long, thin wand...
The stranger began to murmur something very strange in hoarse tones. And then, suddenly the man was not there, but instead stood six smaller versions of the same man, silver hand and all. People around the square began to scream in fright and terror. But the screams weren't loud enough to drone the yelling and laughing of the little men as they screamed,
"AVADA KEDARVA!"
And then all was still in ST. Rockwell. What had started as a summer swim, had now become a brutal massacre. All life had been snuffed away in seconds. Men, women and children lay on the grass white as snow, yet it apperead they had been untouched. But all them contained the same expression. Fear....
Well i wish i could right more, but my sister is begiing to get on, so ill leave you. Pleas tell me what you thought, i really would like to know. BTW Part Two should be coming to you fairly soon. God Bless Ye Merry Hippagriffs!
God Bless Ye Merry Hippogriffs!
It was another fine summer day. The sun was shinimg, the grass was green, and everyone was enjoying the bright summer sun shine. It was a lot better than last year's summer, which was so hot and water so scarce that hoses were banned. Yes, it was most definitly a beautiful day...Until he came.
As children laughed and played at the neighborhhod park, a stranger walked into the town of St. Rockwell.He was a very funny-looking fellow. Short, and rather stout, wearing a long black roab. [I]Strang for such weather, all the onlookers thought. Even his face and hands were covered.
But even as the people around him watched and whispered, the stranger kept moving, gliding towards a finish line that he alone knew of. And then he stopped. He stood right in the middle of the park, where a small square lay. For a moment, everyone thought he had become confused, as if he suddenly forgot where he was.
And then a short stubbly thing reached out of the robes where his hands would be. But surely this wasn't a hand? Hands don't shimmer like that in the sun do they? At least not normal hands. Maybe he'd been in an automobile accident, or something. But then they knew that it was indded a hand. A stubbly, silver hand clutching a long, thin wand...
The stranger began to murmur something very strange in hoarse tones. And then, suddenly the man was not there, but instead stood six smaller versions of the same man, silver hand and all. People around the square began to scream in fright and terror. But the screams weren't loud enough to drone the yelling and laughing of the little men as they screamed,
"AVADA KEDARVA!"
And then all was still in ST. Rockwell. What had started as a summer swim, had now become a brutal massacre. All life had been snuffed away in seconds. Men, women and children lay on the grass white as snow, yet it apperead they had been untouched. But all them contained the same expression. Fear....
Well i wish i could right more, but my sister is begiing to get on, so ill leave you. Pleas tell me what you thought, i really would like to know. BTW Part Two should be coming to you fairly soon. God Bless Ye Merry Hippagriffs!