Or Had They.? Chapter 6
We`ll just SAy that a ceRtAin someone would not SHUT UP about it until I wrote it!!! She will remAin anonymous because of all the hoRrible rAnting I had to endure. And yes, I have distanced greatly from the writing scene. BUT I AM STILL HERE!! I have been reading fics daily so I am still around and about. I`ve been lost for inspiration and what I have I have writer`s block for or I cannot place into words. But I should have a parody of a Goo Goo Dolls song up, maybe another Rocky parody, more of Or Had They.?, a RENT fic and probably others. My e-mail is slavegrl@optonline.net and feel free to contact me! And I just realised this doesn`t work with "Night night, it's time for bye byes." but this is my take on a little lead in to some ROTOQ.
Riff just stood there, it hadn't registered in his mind that his sister was dead. He pulled up another wooden chair and sat staring at her. She didn't move, didn't blink, didn't turn her head and smile at him. He looked on the floor for a towel, wondering if she had gotten out of the shower, but her hair was dry. No towel, no watery footprints. He sat hunched over in his chair, pondering the situation. It was so unlike his sister to remain in such a deep sleep. He took her arm and gently clasped her fingers in his, half expecting her to wake up and turn to him, smiling her beautiful smile. But nothing happened. He stood up and shook her shoulder gently, trying to arouse her from such a deep sleep. Riff still couldn't believe she was sleeping. Magenta was usually such a light sleeper like himself. Maybe she had had a long day? No, they were off these two days. Or maybe she had been out doing things all day and was extremely tired from that. But no, this didn't feel like tired. This felt cold and unforgiving. His hand glided smoothly over her breasts, such territory he knew so well. She did not stir at all. His confusion puzzled him. Leaning back in the chair, he stared long and hard at her, wondering what to do next. Should he wait until she awoke? Or continued about his daily business? Riff finally decided to bring her upstairs and clothe her. As he lay her down in their small, but cozy, bed. He looked at her closed eyes, wondering if they would ever open again for him. Her skin still felt clammy and not natural at all. He remembered this feeling once, but he couldn't remember when. It felt strangely familiar. Something was horribly wrong about the situation, he got a horrendous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something about his situation was hauntingly familiar. Cold skin, no response, bad atmosphere. He remembered this feeling of remorse, but from where? Shaking his head, tsk-tsking at Magenta, he ran a spindly hand through his corn silk blonde hair, or what was left of it. Something was really quite wrong with this situation - but what? It suddenly all struck Riff-Raff. He now knew where he knew this awful feeling from. A wave a nausea swept over him as he leaned against the wall, face paler than it normally was. He didn't know why it had taken him this long to realise, but it was a concept that was still unfamiliar to him. Earth and it's customs was still a very new and distant thing. He had only recently learned about them. For most of his life growing up, Earth was elusive and only royalty went there, much less learned about it. He stood up straight and peered into the bedroom, looking at Magenta's body. An involuntary shudder convulsed his body and he had to control himself from falling over. Death was still a new concept to Riff-Raff.
We`ll just SAy that a ceRtAin someone would not SHUT UP about it until I wrote it!!! She will remAin anonymous because of all the hoRrible rAnting I had to endure. And yes, I have distanced greatly from the writing scene. BUT I AM STILL HERE!! I have been reading fics daily so I am still around and about. I`ve been lost for inspiration and what I have I have writer`s block for or I cannot place into words. But I should have a parody of a Goo Goo Dolls song up, maybe another Rocky parody, more of Or Had They.?, a RENT fic and probably others. My e-mail is slavegrl@optonline.net and feel free to contact me! And I just realised this doesn`t work with "Night night, it's time for bye byes." but this is my take on a little lead in to some ROTOQ.
Riff just stood there, it hadn't registered in his mind that his sister was dead. He pulled up another wooden chair and sat staring at her. She didn't move, didn't blink, didn't turn her head and smile at him. He looked on the floor for a towel, wondering if she had gotten out of the shower, but her hair was dry. No towel, no watery footprints. He sat hunched over in his chair, pondering the situation. It was so unlike his sister to remain in such a deep sleep. He took her arm and gently clasped her fingers in his, half expecting her to wake up and turn to him, smiling her beautiful smile. But nothing happened. He stood up and shook her shoulder gently, trying to arouse her from such a deep sleep. Riff still couldn't believe she was sleeping. Magenta was usually such a light sleeper like himself. Maybe she had had a long day? No, they were off these two days. Or maybe she had been out doing things all day and was extremely tired from that. But no, this didn't feel like tired. This felt cold and unforgiving. His hand glided smoothly over her breasts, such territory he knew so well. She did not stir at all. His confusion puzzled him. Leaning back in the chair, he stared long and hard at her, wondering what to do next. Should he wait until she awoke? Or continued about his daily business? Riff finally decided to bring her upstairs and clothe her. As he lay her down in their small, but cozy, bed. He looked at her closed eyes, wondering if they would ever open again for him. Her skin still felt clammy and not natural at all. He remembered this feeling once, but he couldn't remember when. It felt strangely familiar. Something was horribly wrong about the situation, he got a horrendous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something about his situation was hauntingly familiar. Cold skin, no response, bad atmosphere. He remembered this feeling of remorse, but from where? Shaking his head, tsk-tsking at Magenta, he ran a spindly hand through his corn silk blonde hair, or what was left of it. Something was really quite wrong with this situation - but what? It suddenly all struck Riff-Raff. He now knew where he knew this awful feeling from. A wave a nausea swept over him as he leaned against the wall, face paler than it normally was. He didn't know why it had taken him this long to realise, but it was a concept that was still unfamiliar to him. Earth and it's customs was still a very new and distant thing. He had only recently learned about them. For most of his life growing up, Earth was elusive and only royalty went there, much less learned about it. He stood up straight and peered into the bedroom, looking at Magenta's body. An involuntary shudder convulsed his body and he had to control himself from falling over. Death was still a new concept to Riff-Raff.