Low and heavy hang the sky above the city, lower than usual. The clouds mixed with the heavy smoke rising up, turning grey and dirty as the setting sun closed in on them both, painting the background red as if with liquid fire. It was a beautiful sight to behold indeed, that much she knew. She, the little pale girl in the torn, knee-length white dress holding her teddybear tightly to herself. She gazed at the sky out of a single bright green eye, not minding her scratched, aching feet at all anymore. With one last sigh she turned, making her way to the underground entrance where the trains were coming to and going from the city. She didn't kn
The world of Death. Gloomy to the mortal eye, beautiful to the empty eye sockets of its ruler, the dark angel on his throne whose name is spoken with fear all over the human realm. The home of the Grim Reaper. It lacks colors, it knows no visible joy and even the most beautiful looking flowers have neither color nor scent on their own.
It is impossible to tell whether it is day or night, since no light known to living eyes falls upon this place. It is a realm of twilight, uncomforting yet peaceful, teasing the soul to sink into the grass and close the now useless eyes, to fall asleep and awaken anew in a body of its own. The dwelling place
The small bar was located in a street somewhere on the surface of the dark planet they used to call Epitaph. The sun was not to shine upon this place and yet it was the captial of the Thanatos system. But in the street, where that small bar was, nothing of the mine planet's glory was to be seen. Only dust on an empty street, with bright, red neon lights flashing, mocking epileptics who still came to this street for a reason.
A more than half naked, rouged woman walked past the dirty front window of the bar and no one took notice. Inside, next to the counter, with her elbows resting on the table, sat a woman, not older than twenty-three and
Demon Days Excerpt- Saga by SagaBaskerville, literature
Literature
Demon Days Excerpt- Saga
A black, heavy limousine drove all the way up to the front of the Schrödinger's house. This dreadnought of the street let out enough steam that one could believe that a black lindworm was creeping forward, hissing, when one saw the car approaching.
Saga Baskerville was waiting calmly for the driver to cut the engine. He was standing on the lowest stair that led to the house, his right hand buried in his pocket. In his left hand he held a cigarette which he brought to his mouth one last time when the backmost door on his side of the limousine was opened from the inside. The first thing he saw was a slender, long leg, wearing fishnet stoc
1- Arche Köln
The sun was low above the city Arche Köln am Rhein. The attentive, melancholic watcher would even say, that the sun tried to set the sky on fire, as uncompromising as it had chased away the blue, that had been dominant two hours ago. Heavy white steam clouds and columns of smoke hung above the metropolis and seemed to stay away only from the center, the stunning, magnificient building, also known als Kölner Dom. As if the cathedral was a hindrance to them. Only a few people were outside by now. Tomorrow was sunday, on saturday people began to relax and there were heavy steam clouds in the air still. Where they ca
Low and heavy hang the sky above the city, lower than usual. The clouds mixed with the heavy smoke rising up, turning grey and dirty as the setting sun closed in on them both, painting the background red as if with liquid fire. It was a beautiful sight to behold indeed, that much she knew. She, the little pale girl in the torn, knee-length white dress holding her teddybear tightly to herself. She gazed at the sky out of a single bright green eye, not minding her scratched, aching feet at all anymore. With one last sigh she turned, making her way to the underground entrance where the trains were coming to and going from the city. She didn't kn
The world of Death. Gloomy to the mortal eye, beautiful to the empty eye sockets of its ruler, the dark angel on his throne whose name is spoken with fear all over the human realm. The home of the Grim Reaper. It lacks colors, it knows no visible joy and even the most beautiful looking flowers have neither color nor scent on their own.
It is impossible to tell whether it is day or night, since no light known to living eyes falls upon this place. It is a realm of twilight, uncomforting yet peaceful, teasing the soul to sink into the grass and close the now useless eyes, to fall asleep and awaken anew in a body of its own. The dwelling place
The small bar was located in a street somewhere on the surface of the dark planet they used to call Epitaph. The sun was not to shine upon this place and yet it was the captial of the Thanatos system. But in the street, where that small bar was, nothing of the mine planet's glory was to be seen. Only dust on an empty street, with bright, red neon lights flashing, mocking epileptics who still came to this street for a reason.
A more than half naked, rouged woman walked past the dirty front window of the bar and no one took notice. Inside, next to the counter, with her elbows resting on the table, sat a woman, not older than twenty-three and
Demon Days Excerpt- Saga by SagaBaskerville, literature
Literature
Demon Days Excerpt- Saga
A black, heavy limousine drove all the way up to the front of the Schrödinger's house. This dreadnought of the street let out enough steam that one could believe that a black lindworm was creeping forward, hissing, when one saw the car approaching.
Saga Baskerville was waiting calmly for the driver to cut the engine. He was standing on the lowest stair that led to the house, his right hand buried in his pocket. In his left hand he held a cigarette which he brought to his mouth one last time when the backmost door on his side of the limousine was opened from the inside. The first thing he saw was a slender, long leg, wearing fishnet stoc
1- Arche Köln
The sun was low above the city Arche Köln am Rhein. The attentive, melancholic watcher would even say, that the sun tried to set the sky on fire, as uncompromising as it had chased away the blue, that had been dominant two hours ago. Heavy white steam clouds and columns of smoke hung above the metropolis and seemed to stay away only from the center, the stunning, magnificient building, also known als Kölner Dom. As if the cathedral was a hindrance to them. Only a few people were outside by now. Tomorrow was sunday, on saturday people began to relax and there were heavy steam clouds in the air still. Where they ca
Current Residence: Arche Köln Favorite genre of music: I like Alternative, Metal and Gothic, but Happy Hardcore as well. Favorite cartoon character: Rune Balot (Mardock Scramble)
Favourite Movies
The Nightmare Before Christmas, Cowboy Bebop: The Movie
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I like a lot of bands, there's no particular favorite.
Finally, I've had some ideas to further develop what I'm currently working on. Despite this, no, I haven't brought a word on the page yet. However, I'm taking this very seriously so I don't see the point in rushing and coming up with things on the spot. The time for doing my writing on a whim is finally over.
Looking forward to filling some pages in the future!
Several exams are coming closer day by day and I really don't want them to, now that I feel quite creative again. My motivation to work on my characters is higher than it's been for months- and I gotta repeat all I can for those darn exams....I'll be glad when I'm done with them.