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rainbowfic2014-08-23 05:09 pm
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Azul 4: The Stone
Author: Kat
Title: The Stone
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Azul 4 (Aegis) with shipwreck_light's paint-by-numbers (One of my students is in trouble. I might be too.)
Supplies and Materials: Pastels (horror), yarn (this picture), fabric (this picture), glue (Just when you settle into a pace of life that works for you, change arrives on your doorstep), fingerpainting (horror and first person)
Word Count: 710
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Charlotte walks a student home and gets way more than she bargained for.
Warnings: horror atmosphere? also blood.
Notes: May or may not go anywhere. I'm not cut out for writing horror.
"Miss Charlotte?"
Ema tugged at my sleeve, her expression worried. "Miss Charlotte," she repeated, "can I talk to you?"
"Sure, Ema." The students were being dismissed, and my classroom was almost empty, only a couple kids left waiting for their buses to come, so I could spare the time. "What is it?"
"It's a secret," Ema said. She was biting her lip, and little red patches showed where she'd chewed it bloody.
I looked down at her for a moment, then followed her gaze to the other students. "All right. You walk home, right, Ema?" She nodded, and I gave her the most reassuring smile I could. "Then why don't I walk with you today, and you tell me what's up, okay?"
"Okay." She sounded doubtful, but she nodded, as if to emphasize the statement. Ema was always an emphatic kid, but she wasn't usually melodramatic. Whatever she was talking about, it was worth taking seriously.
The last few kids left my classroom, and Ema sat down, hunching over her backpack in her lap like a mother protecting her child. This from a kid who usually had to be told to sit down at the end of the day, lest she run out the door with the first bell. That was worrying.
I got my stuff together, then went over to her and held out my hand. "Well, Ema?" I asked. "Shall we?"
Now she seemed reluctant, edging away from my hand. "I dunno. Can we talk here?"
We could, but Ema's mom would be worried if she didn't come home on time. "No, sweetheart. They're going to lock up the school. Let's go walk you home, okay?"
"Okay." She dragged it out this time, clearly reluctant, but took my hand and let me pull her to her feet.
Outside it was damp and misty, the sun visible only as a faint halo through the fog. This was the kind of weather I'd never experienced, growing up on the California coast. I'd read about it, though, but I'd underestimated how creepy it could be. No wonder Ema didn't want to go out in it--she hesitated on the doorstep, but followed me out anyway, clinging to my hand the whole way.
Her hand was small, but her grip was tight as a vise.
The air cooled down noticably as we walked away from the school, and goosebumps rose on my skin. To distract myself, I said, "So, Ema, what did you want to talk about?"
She was walking closer to me with every step, and she jumped visibly when I spoke. "I... I found something," she said, after a minute. "On the playground."
"What was it?" The fog was closing in, or at least it felt that way. I glanced over my shoulder and couldn't even see the school.
Ema was quiet for a moment, then she reached behind herself and rummaged in one of the side pockets of her backpack. I stopped to help her get it, but she just kept walking--if anything, she moved even faster, almost dragging me along.
I said, "Ema, slow down," but she didn't even seem to hear me.
Instead, she pulled her clenched fist out of the pocket, and held it out to me, still walking.
I had to physically stop her and unfold her fingers with one hand. She wouldn't let go of the other.
In her palm lay a strange, orange-gold stone, carved in the shape of a coiled snake. It seemed like it was glowing, reflecting off the fog around us. Even the halo of the sun was gone now, smothered in the fog. It was just Ema and me and the stone, huddled in an orange glow.
"I found it," Ema said into the silence. "And it found me." She let go of my hand, and pointed.
The same orange-gold glow pierced the fog and backlit an enormous figure. I couldn't see any details, just the fuzzy form of a man, long-legged and short-armed, a giant who loomed over both of us, and...
And Ema, walking toward it.
I dived for her, grabbed her by the wrist and slung her behind me. I didn't know what was happening, but it wasn't about to get one of my students.
Title: The Stone
Story: Shine Like It Does
Colors: Azul 4 (Aegis) with shipwreck_light's paint-by-numbers (One of my students is in trouble. I might be too.)
Supplies and Materials: Pastels (horror), yarn (this picture), fabric (this picture), glue (Just when you settle into a pace of life that works for you, change arrives on your doorstep), fingerpainting (horror and first person)
Word Count: 710
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Charlotte walks a student home and gets way more than she bargained for.
Warnings: horror atmosphere? also blood.
Notes: May or may not go anywhere. I'm not cut out for writing horror.
"Miss Charlotte?"
Ema tugged at my sleeve, her expression worried. "Miss Charlotte," she repeated, "can I talk to you?"
"Sure, Ema." The students were being dismissed, and my classroom was almost empty, only a couple kids left waiting for their buses to come, so I could spare the time. "What is it?"
"It's a secret," Ema said. She was biting her lip, and little red patches showed where she'd chewed it bloody.
I looked down at her for a moment, then followed her gaze to the other students. "All right. You walk home, right, Ema?" She nodded, and I gave her the most reassuring smile I could. "Then why don't I walk with you today, and you tell me what's up, okay?"
"Okay." She sounded doubtful, but she nodded, as if to emphasize the statement. Ema was always an emphatic kid, but she wasn't usually melodramatic. Whatever she was talking about, it was worth taking seriously.
The last few kids left my classroom, and Ema sat down, hunching over her backpack in her lap like a mother protecting her child. This from a kid who usually had to be told to sit down at the end of the day, lest she run out the door with the first bell. That was worrying.
I got my stuff together, then went over to her and held out my hand. "Well, Ema?" I asked. "Shall we?"
Now she seemed reluctant, edging away from my hand. "I dunno. Can we talk here?"
We could, but Ema's mom would be worried if she didn't come home on time. "No, sweetheart. They're going to lock up the school. Let's go walk you home, okay?"
"Okay." She dragged it out this time, clearly reluctant, but took my hand and let me pull her to her feet.
Outside it was damp and misty, the sun visible only as a faint halo through the fog. This was the kind of weather I'd never experienced, growing up on the California coast. I'd read about it, though, but I'd underestimated how creepy it could be. No wonder Ema didn't want to go out in it--she hesitated on the doorstep, but followed me out anyway, clinging to my hand the whole way.
Her hand was small, but her grip was tight as a vise.
The air cooled down noticably as we walked away from the school, and goosebumps rose on my skin. To distract myself, I said, "So, Ema, what did you want to talk about?"
She was walking closer to me with every step, and she jumped visibly when I spoke. "I... I found something," she said, after a minute. "On the playground."
"What was it?" The fog was closing in, or at least it felt that way. I glanced over my shoulder and couldn't even see the school.
Ema was quiet for a moment, then she reached behind herself and rummaged in one of the side pockets of her backpack. I stopped to help her get it, but she just kept walking--if anything, she moved even faster, almost dragging me along.
I said, "Ema, slow down," but she didn't even seem to hear me.
Instead, she pulled her clenched fist out of the pocket, and held it out to me, still walking.
I had to physically stop her and unfold her fingers with one hand. She wouldn't let go of the other.
In her palm lay a strange, orange-gold stone, carved in the shape of a coiled snake. It seemed like it was glowing, reflecting off the fog around us. Even the halo of the sun was gone now, smothered in the fog. It was just Ema and me and the stone, huddled in an orange glow.
"I found it," Ema said into the silence. "And it found me." She let go of my hand, and pointed.
The same orange-gold glow pierced the fog and backlit an enormous figure. I couldn't see any details, just the fuzzy form of a man, long-legged and short-armed, a giant who loomed over both of us, and...
And Ema, walking toward it.
I dived for her, grabbed her by the wrist and slung her behind me. I didn't know what was happening, but it wasn't about to get one of my students.
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