Ariana rolled out her mat and toed off her socks as she quickly pulled her long hair through a rubber band, hands trembling with suppressed frustration, trapping the long mass of curls, before reaching over to turn on the radio. A CD whirred to life and Moroccan music began to pour into the stiflingly warm room.
Ariana stepped to the front of her mat, feet together and her hands centered in front of her chest. She began to breathe in and out heavily through her nose as she brought her hands up above her head before she bent at the waist. Her flow was rough as she stepped back and lowered herself towards the ground before pushing her chest forward and up, arching her back just before bringing her hips upwards, her body bent at a ninety degree angle, hands and feet pressing hard into the mat, as if trying to push all her frustration and anger into the ground.
Ariana never once opened her eyes as she flowed through the Salutations and the postures that opened up her body and released tension as sweat trickled down her face from the heat and the intensity of the workout.
When she opened her eyes after the final posture, it seemed she could see clearer.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Normal As We Get.
"What is that?" David asked as he rounded the corner into the dining room in the team's house. He could hear beeps, whistles, clangs, and explosions coming from the living room.
Steve and Joe were in the kitchen making dinner and talking quietly while mark was at the table processing some paperwork from a recent mission. Mark looked up quickly, "cartoons, Sir," he said, "Bugs Bunny cartoons," at his commanders confused look.
"Why are there cartoons on and why is it so loud?" he asked. He could hear Bryan's laughter coming from the couch in front of the small television set that they seldom used.
"Bryan's been in a pretty rotten mood all day and cartoons are one of the few ways to snap him out of it fairly quickly. It's been that way ever since we were young; when he has a problem he can't or wont deal with or he is in a foul mood, the slapstick comedy of cartoons always helps," Mark explained, "And judging from the laughter, he seems to be almost normal again." Mark paused and grinned, "well, at least as normal as any of us ever get."
Steve and Joe were in the kitchen making dinner and talking quietly while mark was at the table processing some paperwork from a recent mission. Mark looked up quickly, "cartoons, Sir," he said, "Bugs Bunny cartoons," at his commanders confused look.
"Why are there cartoons on and why is it so loud?" he asked. He could hear Bryan's laughter coming from the couch in front of the small television set that they seldom used.
"Bryan's been in a pretty rotten mood all day and cartoons are one of the few ways to snap him out of it fairly quickly. It's been that way ever since we were young; when he has a problem he can't or wont deal with or he is in a foul mood, the slapstick comedy of cartoons always helps," Mark explained, "And judging from the laughter, he seems to be almost normal again." Mark paused and grinned, "well, at least as normal as any of us ever get."
Island of Peace
A black Camero roared down the sharp turn of the off ramp, nearly sliding into the guardrails. It accelerated wildly as it came out if the turn and onto the flat desert road, nothing but pale dirt, scrubby brush and Joshua Trees as far as could be seen.
David's hands clenched and unclenched on the wheel as the speedometer edged past ninety-five, his face a dark thundercloud, teeth clenched. He only hit the breaks long enough to turn onto a seldom used road, winding and almost overgrown. As David made his final turn a small oasis came into view, tall trees surrounding a tiny lake that shimmered in the afternoon light.
David was stripping off his clothes as he climbed out of the car and walked quickly to the water. As soon as his toes hit the warm natural spring water he started to breathe easier and his face started to clear.
He sloshed quickly into the warm spring of water, the warmth creeping up his body and easing the tension from his muscles. Soon enough he was neck deep in water, suspended in the comforting warmth of the silent spring. With a few twitches of his hands and legs he rotated onto his back and began to float, the water buoying him, seeming to embrace him. He stretched out his arms to the sides, tiny movements keeping him stationary, and listened to his breathing as he felt the sun beating down on him.
David began to breathe easier as he let his eyes fall closed.
For a time, he had peace.
David's hands clenched and unclenched on the wheel as the speedometer edged past ninety-five, his face a dark thundercloud, teeth clenched. He only hit the breaks long enough to turn onto a seldom used road, winding and almost overgrown. As David made his final turn a small oasis came into view, tall trees surrounding a tiny lake that shimmered in the afternoon light.
David was stripping off his clothes as he climbed out of the car and walked quickly to the water. As soon as his toes hit the warm natural spring water he started to breathe easier and his face started to clear.
He sloshed quickly into the warm spring of water, the warmth creeping up his body and easing the tension from his muscles. Soon enough he was neck deep in water, suspended in the comforting warmth of the silent spring. With a few twitches of his hands and legs he rotated onto his back and began to float, the water buoying him, seeming to embrace him. He stretched out his arms to the sides, tiny movements keeping him stationary, and listened to his breathing as he felt the sun beating down on him.
David began to breathe easier as he let his eyes fall closed.
For a time, he had peace.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Hopefully
“I wouldn’t bother him,” Elise said. She and Marsh were huddled at the rickety kitchen table in another run-down safehouse, sharing tepid, watered-down tea and watching Cody out in the rain.
For all that Kyle was the best fighter of the lot, being small and quick and wiry, Cody was physically the strongest. Marsh and Elise were steady fighters, competent, generally quick-witted, but Gabriel had been training Kyle forever, and Cody was just...husky. Not big enough to be imposing, but he had enough weight to make his hits hurt.
And right now he was hurting a tree pretty solidly, over and over again. Half an hour from now, he’d be worn out and his hands would be bruised and scraped raw, and he’d come inside. Even Asrael had given up trying to make Cody see sense. He’d be out there working on his punches until the anger was gone.
Until then, the others would leave him be. Marsh watched a particularly wild swing go awry and cringed. Then he pushed back his chair and went in search of a first aid kit.
Hopefully Cody would get over it soon.
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For all that Kyle was the best fighter of the lot, being small and quick and wiry, Cody was physically the strongest. Marsh and Elise were steady fighters, competent, generally quick-witted, but Gabriel had been training Kyle forever, and Cody was just...husky. Not big enough to be imposing, but he had enough weight to make his hits hurt.
And right now he was hurting a tree pretty solidly, over and over again. Half an hour from now, he’d be worn out and his hands would be bruised and scraped raw, and he’d come inside. Even Asrael had given up trying to make Cody see sense. He’d be out there working on his punches until the anger was gone.
Until then, the others would leave him be. Marsh watched a particularly wild swing go awry and cringed. Then he pushed back his chair and went in search of a first aid kit.
Hopefully Cody would get over it soon.
(193 words)
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Gonna Kill Him
An irritated growl issued from the nest of blankets on the bed when Bryan flipped on the lights in the room that he shared with his twin. The blankets shifted slightly, curling tighter into itself as another hiss of displeasure came from Mark's general direction.
"Hey, you okay?" Bryan asked casually, knowing the answer before his brother spoke.
"Go away," Bryan's muffled voice came from the bed, clipped and tense.
"You know, there are better ways to deal with a bad mood," Bryan said flippantly as he poked the pile of blankest that enshrouded Mark.
"Nothing will help as much as sleep and your absence from this room," Mark said, poking his head out of the covers and glaring at his brother.
"Okay, chill bro. I'm outta here," he tweaked Mark's ear and then scooted through the door just as the shoe that Mark threw hit the wall where he had been standing.
Mark huddled back into the blankets and pulled them over his head, the warmth and darkness beginning to work their magic.
He sat bolt upright in bed as a shattering beat started pounding through the house. Every muscle tensed and his fists began to clench and unclench.
"I'm gonna kill him."
"Hey, you okay?" Bryan asked casually, knowing the answer before his brother spoke.
"Go away," Bryan's muffled voice came from the bed, clipped and tense.
"You know, there are better ways to deal with a bad mood," Bryan said flippantly as he poked the pile of blankest that enshrouded Mark.
"Nothing will help as much as sleep and your absence from this room," Mark said, poking his head out of the covers and glaring at his brother.
"Okay, chill bro. I'm outta here," he tweaked Mark's ear and then scooted through the door just as the shoe that Mark threw hit the wall where he had been standing.
Mark huddled back into the blankets and pulled them over his head, the warmth and darkness beginning to work their magic.
He sat bolt upright in bed as a shattering beat started pounding through the house. Every muscle tensed and his fists began to clench and unclench.
"I'm gonna kill him."
Meanings Change
“This isn’t going to end well, is it?” Elise asked.
Cody shook his head and jammed his hands into his pockets. “Nope. Not at all.”
Marsh had strutted into the bar with probably more arrogance than he’d deserve if he didn’t have Tabris at his back. The other choirboys knew, of course, that having Tabris at one’s back meant taking a chance, because Tabris was all about chances, but when Marsh was in a mood like this, he didn’t care.
The pool game started off well enough; Marsh was cautious, but the others could see tension lining his every limb, taut in every motion. He won a little, lost a little, came out marginally ahead. And then he slipped up, showed off, proved he had too much skill for an easy bar game like this.
The fools betting money on a pretty blond dandy like Marsh regretted it quickly, quickly enough for Marsh to earn a black eye and a split lip before he dove into the fray.
“He always did say he liked to use his hands,” Elise said.
“I don’t think,” Kyle said, “that’s what he meant.”
Cody shrugged. “Sometimes meanings change.”
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Cody shook his head and jammed his hands into his pockets. “Nope. Not at all.”
Marsh had strutted into the bar with probably more arrogance than he’d deserve if he didn’t have Tabris at his back. The other choirboys knew, of course, that having Tabris at one’s back meant taking a chance, because Tabris was all about chances, but when Marsh was in a mood like this, he didn’t care.
The pool game started off well enough; Marsh was cautious, but the others could see tension lining his every limb, taut in every motion. He won a little, lost a little, came out marginally ahead. And then he slipped up, showed off, proved he had too much skill for an easy bar game like this.
The fools betting money on a pretty blond dandy like Marsh regretted it quickly, quickly enough for Marsh to earn a black eye and a split lip before he dove into the fray.
“He always did say he liked to use his hands,” Elise said.
“I don’t think,” Kyle said, “that’s what he meant.”
Cody shrugged. “Sometimes meanings change.”
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Around and Around
The pavement flowed under Steve's feet as he ran through the dark streets. His hands were clenched and his body ridged; jarring with every step as his feet pounded the ground. Narrow eyes took in his surroundings, irritation radiating from his body.
Steve shook his head, trying to dislodge his dark thoughts, but his mind kept skittering back to his problems; brooding.
Left right; Left right.
Breath in; Breath out.
His mind circled his problems as he circled the base. Again and again, around and around, from every angle, every possible solution. Sweat poured from his body, his shirt sticking to his sculpted abs and chest.
Gradually he settled into a rhythm, his pace becoming smoother, his strides long and controlled, his breathing easier.
As he slowed to a stop he stretched his long limbs, shaking out the tingling that came with a long run, and wiping the sweat from his brow.
His problems weren't gone, the darkness still lingered, but he could ignore them for a while longer.
Steve shook his head, trying to dislodge his dark thoughts, but his mind kept skittering back to his problems; brooding.
Left right; Left right.
Breath in; Breath out.
His mind circled his problems as he circled the base. Again and again, around and around, from every angle, every possible solution. Sweat poured from his body, his shirt sticking to his sculpted abs and chest.
Gradually he settled into a rhythm, his pace becoming smoother, his strides long and controlled, his breathing easier.
As he slowed to a stop he stretched his long limbs, shaking out the tingling that came with a long run, and wiping the sweat from his brow.
His problems weren't gone, the darkness still lingered, but he could ignore them for a while longer.
Chain of Balances
“Where is he?” Serena asked.
“Out on the grass, likely sending wardrobe into a tizzy because he’s still in costume,” Fiona said.
Riley peered out the window of the catering tent and saw James standing on the grass in full armor where they’d shot a duel earlier during the day. James was bouncing a soccer ball on one knee, over and over and over again, a surprising display of coordination and concentration given how James usually acted like an overfed, over-caffeinated puppy between takes.
“He’s not happy at all,” Stuart mused and sipped his tea.
“Yes, well, that harpy woman hit a sore spot,” Serena said, “asking about Asia like that.”
Stuart almost choked on his tea.
“It’s all right to say her name when he’s not around to hear,” Fiona said.
“Is he going to keep that up all night?” Stuart asked.
“At least until the director calls him back, but I suspect it’ll take a while to fix the lights down in the cave.” Riley sighed and rested his chin on his hands. He wouldn’t admit to the others, but he’d been counting James’s successful chain of balances, and James was nearing two hundred.
He was furious.
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“Out on the grass, likely sending wardrobe into a tizzy because he’s still in costume,” Fiona said.
Riley peered out the window of the catering tent and saw James standing on the grass in full armor where they’d shot a duel earlier during the day. James was bouncing a soccer ball on one knee, over and over and over again, a surprising display of coordination and concentration given how James usually acted like an overfed, over-caffeinated puppy between takes.
“He’s not happy at all,” Stuart mused and sipped his tea.
“Yes, well, that harpy woman hit a sore spot,” Serena said, “asking about Asia like that.”
Stuart almost choked on his tea.
“It’s all right to say her name when he’s not around to hear,” Fiona said.
“Is he going to keep that up all night?” Stuart asked.
“At least until the director calls him back, but I suspect it’ll take a while to fix the lights down in the cave.” Riley sighed and rested his chin on his hands. He wouldn’t admit to the others, but he’d been counting James’s successful chain of balances, and James was nearing two hundred.
He was furious.
(200 words)
Project Assignment # 66 - Bad Moods
How do your characters deal with a bad mood? Does Keith start burning random things to cheer himself up? Does Bryan drive Mark mad when he is in a bad mood? How do our boys exhibit their powers, or lack thereof?
let set a limit of 200. Short and simple
happy writing!
Prize to the winner at the end of the week.
let set a limit of 200. Short and simple
happy writing!
Prize to the winner at the end of the week.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Overview #65: Armed & Dangerous
So this was a lot of fun. A very short word count each day helped a lot - I think my understanding of brevity has gotten a little lax with such massive word counts as of late. Certain things are sacrificed in the name of brevity, certain things that maybe don't have to be sacrificed. I definitely learned from this week's exercise, not just about my characters but also about writing short again.
And...I take it back.
This week's winner is totally me. Self-prize to follow at the usual place.
And...I take it back.
This week's winner is totally me. Self-prize to follow at the usual place.
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