The Legend of GallowsHill
Syaoran: . . . Me: Hi! Sakura: Hi! Syaoran: . . . Me: Why ain't you talking? Syaoran: . . . Sakura: Talk, Syaoran! Syaoran: . . . Me: Whatever! Let's start the fic!
characters: Sakura, Syaoran, Eriol, Meiling, Tomoyo, Yamazaki, Laura(my own character), Terada Sensei. The Legend of GallowsHill~prologue~
The crystal paper weight should have been clear, but it was not. The man who had cast it was bewildered. He was not certain that he had used the correct amount of selenium to counteract the iron in the silica sand and decolorized the glass. He had been in the glass pressing business all his life and took great pride in the quality of his work.
Still, when he peered into the globe, which by rights should have been clear and transparent as a window glass, he saw at its core what appeared to be gray wisps of smoke, twisting and curling, rising and darting, twining and interwining like a nest of snakes preparing to strike.
With a sigh of regret he consigned the paperweight to a bin of defective glass products labeled Seconds. Eventually the crystal sphere, along with a sad asstorment of hornless unicorns, tuskless elephants, and doubled-beaked swans, was placed on a special shelf of curios at the back of the showroom.
A surprising number of people made it a habit to browse the discount shelf in search of bargains and joke presents. One os those customers was a an older woman with thick black hair and heavy-lidded eyes. She picked up the paperweight and examined it carefully, more than a little disturbed by what she saw in the depths. In fact the images she found there upset her so much she left the shop without making a purchase.
The following day she came back and found the ball still on the shelf. This time she forced herself to buy it. When she got home, she took a seat in a straight-backed in a dimly lit room, placed the globe on a black velvet cloth on a table in front of her, and looked once more at the visions that appeared in the swirling mists. Being practiced in the ways of scrying, she knew what they meant and set about putting her affairs in order.
Ten days later, when she suffered a fatal heart attack, her house was clean, her bills were paid, and her will had been updated.
The woman's son flew in from California for the funeral and put the small house up for sale. Since he was soon to be married, he had thought that he would keep the furniture, but when he saw the condition of the mismatched chairs and the underslung sofa with cigarette burns in the upholstery, he sold them too, getting less than a hundred dollars for the lot. He gave his mother's strange, wild clothes to charity, but took her personal effects home with him for sentiment's sake.
Among those items was the paperweight, which he placed on the corner of his desk, where it remained for the comparattively short lifetime, clear and transparent as window glass.
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Syaoran: . . . Me: Hi! Sakura: Hi! Syaoran: . . . Me: Why ain't you talking? Syaoran: . . . Sakura: Talk, Syaoran! Syaoran: . . . Me: Whatever! Let's start the fic!
characters: Sakura, Syaoran, Eriol, Meiling, Tomoyo, Yamazaki, Laura(my own character), Terada Sensei. The Legend of GallowsHill~prologue~
The crystal paper weight should have been clear, but it was not. The man who had cast it was bewildered. He was not certain that he had used the correct amount of selenium to counteract the iron in the silica sand and decolorized the glass. He had been in the glass pressing business all his life and took great pride in the quality of his work.
Still, when he peered into the globe, which by rights should have been clear and transparent as a window glass, he saw at its core what appeared to be gray wisps of smoke, twisting and curling, rising and darting, twining and interwining like a nest of snakes preparing to strike.
With a sigh of regret he consigned the paperweight to a bin of defective glass products labeled Seconds. Eventually the crystal sphere, along with a sad asstorment of hornless unicorns, tuskless elephants, and doubled-beaked swans, was placed on a special shelf of curios at the back of the showroom.
A surprising number of people made it a habit to browse the discount shelf in search of bargains and joke presents. One os those customers was a an older woman with thick black hair and heavy-lidded eyes. She picked up the paperweight and examined it carefully, more than a little disturbed by what she saw in the depths. In fact the images she found there upset her so much she left the shop without making a purchase.
The following day she came back and found the ball still on the shelf. This time she forced herself to buy it. When she got home, she took a seat in a straight-backed in a dimly lit room, placed the globe on a black velvet cloth on a table in front of her, and looked once more at the visions that appeared in the swirling mists. Being practiced in the ways of scrying, she knew what they meant and set about putting her affairs in order.
Ten days later, when she suffered a fatal heart attack, her house was clean, her bills were paid, and her will had been updated.
The woman's son flew in from California for the funeral and put the small house up for sale. Since he was soon to be married, he had thought that he would keep the furniture, but when he saw the condition of the mismatched chairs and the underslung sofa with cigarette burns in the upholstery, he sold them too, getting less than a hundred dollars for the lot. He gave his mother's strange, wild clothes to charity, but took her personal effects home with him for sentiment's sake.
Among those items was the paperweight, which he placed on the corner of his desk, where it remained for the comparattively short lifetime, clear and transparent as window glass.
So did you like it? If you did, please e-mail me at brunettedevil422@hotmail.com. I love to get e-mail!