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| [Introduction]
*****Please Check "Standing by the Flame" ID #1235176 (the forum/ message board created for this Campfire) BEFORE Posting. Thanks! And if you are not currently a member of this circle and you want to join, e-mail me at william_prater@writing.com. Thanks again! ******* ___________________________________________________________________ Homer and Liz sat by the fireside . . . . [NateSean] There was no going back, not after what they had learned. Homer was still reeling from the shock of it all, gazing into the dancing flames as they licked the cheap hot dog at the end of the stick.They both had to deal with hunger now that their wings had been removed. But what was worse, is that now they were homeless as well. Homer looked at Liz. If it hadn't been for some "connections" of hers in this world, they wouldn't have even had the twenty bucks to buy food. At least it was warm, however, not that he knew the difference between warm and cold. But the sensation pleased his newly mortal body so he accepted it as right. [Fantasy Freak: story Weaver] Homer slowly began to relax a sensation he had never realised in his old body. He couldn't help but wonder how the mortals do it. "Isn't it odd, how many little things mortals need to survive?" LIz asked "It is interesting to say the least," replied Homer. "But the mortal body has a sort of, How do you say..." "Charm?" "Not quite. Maybe. I don't know. It just takes in so much more than our old bod-" "Shh" Liz cut him short "I hear something." [Sir Edward Grey] Liz tilted her head away from the flames to listen better, as did Homer. The hot dog tottered on the weakened ash creeping down the stick. It wobbled, then dropped as Liz jumped at the rustle of a branch. She sighed, and brought the stick unseen toward her mouth for another bite. She jerked in disgust as sticky ash coated her tongue. "What?" Homer asked her. "Wha- where'd it go?" He looked into the center of the fire and sighed. He darted a hand into the flames and grabbed the mostly synthetic meal, then screeched as he experienced a burn for the first time. [M] "Homer?" Liz turned questioning eyes on him forgetting the ash for a moment. She'd never heard him make that kind of noise before. "Must... remember... fire burns," Homer said with a wince. The hot dog had landed on the ground between them. Homer was still holding his hand against his clothing, as if that would make it feel better. He released it carefully, examining the skin. Liz leaned over to look as well. "Could be worse?" Liz had seen worse, just, not on Homer. [ Fynster the Lucky] A sudden crashing noise off beyond the firelight had both Liz and Homer turning in that direction. Burns, bad and worse were forgotten, at least for the moment. "Can you see anything?" "No," Homer whispered back. The crashing noise now was recognizable as breaking branches, as something shuffling through fallen leaves. What ever it was, was making no effort to be quiet. [Want 60K+ GPs? Check 1225686 !] Their bodies trembled with fear, a previously unknown sticky film of sweat covering their skin. Panicking, Liz quickly knelt and grabbed a fallen branch. As she held it in the fire, she pushed it toward Homer, their hands grazing on another as it passed from one to the other. "It's getting closer," Homer whispered as gently pushed her behind him. |
 Homo Heroic is BACK!!!!  As they bodies trembled, the ground around them began to quake. Watching as the trees shivers, and the loud drums seemed to come from every direction. Homer glanced at Liz, as she tried to hide behind him. They gripped each other tightly, as the drums got louder and louder. Knowing that something big was about to happen, they both shut their eyes and wished desperately to be somewhere else. The burn on Homer's hand began to throb even more. "What is that?" he screamed at Liz, even though she was right beside him. "WHAT?!?!?!" she screamed back. From the woods suddenly came a bright overwhelming light, and as they stared. . . . SG: Just a Girl Without Words the brilliant light consumed their vision, their arms swinging up to sheild their eyes. As the thunder of breaking branches became closer, however, both Homer and Liz began to succumb to the reality of their situation. Trembling with fear and uncertainty, Homer began swinging the fiery branch back and forth in front of him with no specific target. Blinded by the brilliant glow he prayed silently that the flames would scare away their assumed predator. After only a few swings, he finally felt the branch make contact with something. Tears, however, rushed to his eyes as he noticed... M that he had just struck a small child. The blond haired, grey eyed boy screamed, the fire catching on it’s white feathered wings.“No, Homer,” the child cried out to him, reaching out a perfect little hand. How old could the child be, four, five? Homer reached out to the little boy, worried for its safety. Yet he couldn’t think how he knew this child. “Homer, don’t, it’s not real!” Liz grabbed hold of his hand, pulling him away from the child. He fumbled with the branch, dropping it as she pulled him faster and faster into the dark woods. The drums followed after them, beating heavily, right behind them. “Liz, where are we going?” The words hissed out of Homer and he couldn’t be sure Liz had heard them. “Liz?” There was no reply. As they ran, branches scraped across his arms and legs. Homer could hardly make out the trees around them. His toes contacted something large and hard. Pain shot through his toe and he flew forward, landing face down with a thud. He couldn’t breath for a moment. Stunned he lay on the ground. Where was Liz? She didn’t have hold of his hand anymore. AJ Evans Using his right arm to prop himself, Homer raised his head in hopes a visual scan would bring an answer to his query. His focus immediately returned to the increasingly painful throbbing of his toe. As he started to draw the injured part up for examination a screech, that begged to shatter the membranes of his ear drums, was approaching quickly from the direction he and Liz just fled. Trying to mentally assemble his priorities as he jumped to his feet. He scanned the area and called “Liz?” To which no response, he then gazed up to scan, more out of habit then necessity considering their current situation, he called out her name again. The response came from at thirty feet to his left, but welcoming was not the feeling he got from it. It was Liz’s voice. But she was calm as if he were trying to find her at an afternoon picnic. He looked around and screamed out “Please Liz, I have to go! I don’t want to die. Not here. Not like this. Not YET! I have to run; you have to let me know where you are! I am running now, Liz!” With that he took off almost spilling to the ground from the force of his acceleration. He didn’t know which direction or really gave it much consideration. Just AWAY! Away from that awful screeching. Away from the eerily unsettling calmness in the voice claiming to be Liz. About 200 yards into his escape, made none easier by protruding roots and vines, he saw something dash behind a tree. It looked almost like a light. He glanced in its direction and even took a step towards it, despite what he had heard of men speaking about cats and curiosity. Then the thought of how much this drew his attention in his current plight gave him enough time to mentally re-address things. He stepped back and … Homo Heroic is BACK!!!! Meanwhile, Liz raised her head. Her blond locks cascaded down her shoulder, and touched her shoulderblades just slightly. She realized where ever she was, she was nowhere near Homer. She also realized as she pushed herself up off the ground that she was naked. She shoke her head. "I was just running through the woods with Homer. How did I get here? Where is here?" she spoke aloud. The sound of her own voice startled her. "You are beyond." another voice answered from behind her. She turned around, and there stood the blond haired, grey eyed boy with the burnt white wing. "You're not real." she whispered, as she glanced around for something to clothe herself with. "Where is Homer? And what is all this? I don't understand." AS the boy walked toward, she scrambled trying to find some place to hide. For some unknown reason, this boy terrified her. "You will. . .as soon as you stop running." He whispered, as he continued to move toward her. SG: Just a Girl Without Words Each of the boy's movements were calm and smooth as he slowly approached her, but as he grew nearer, Liz began to notice a slight trembling in his skin. The simple realization of faint fear in the young boy began to comfort Liz, showing her that he was indeed a real boy. Her eyes welled with tears as he stood beside her. Calmly, he smiled down upon her, her newly human body relaxing within his gaze. Liz began to give in. Nothing --or no one, could spread such warming comfort if it did not exist. She looked happily into the eyes of the boy, wanting to remain in his calming gaze forever. Then, suddenly, she became afraid when his eyes slowly changed... First, the gray faded to black, then the black slowly took on a red tint before his irses were completely covered with red. "Where's Homer?" he asked calmly. Though something did not feel quite right, Liz could not refuse the boy that had brought such comfort. Her lips curled into half-hearted smile and... Fantasy Freak: story Weaver She advanced towards the young boy ready to give him what she knew he wanted. Somehow deep in her mind she knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted..."No!!" She shouted using all of her will to resist his power. "You can't stop me," she said her anger searing in her words. The boy continued his continous gaze into her eyes. Liz realised that he hadn't blinked since the moment he appeared behind. What is he? she thought as she struggled not to look into his blood red eyes. "You already know what I am," The boy said. His face twisted itself into a blood curdling smile. "How did you hear my thoughts?" Liz gasped horrified that all of her personal private thoughts could be so easily discovered by one she knew nothing of. © Copyright 2007 Homo Heroic is BACK!!!!, SG: Just a Girl Without Words, M, AJ Evans, Fantasy Freak: story Weaver, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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