Post by Stephen Kingsley on Mar 25, 2008 15:03:58 GMT -5
Lol, just posting one of my stories... uh, you can tell me what you think...and if I should post more chapters... >_< I'm only posting the first two for now.
A being with beautiful golden hair down to Its shoulders was the One that answered. One couldn’t honestly tell if this figure was male or female. High cheek bones and full lips gave the appearance of being female but the obvious lack of chest said otherwise. He-She-It…sat down opposite of the one that was its polar opposite in appearance. “I hadn’t even sat down yet….” It said with a smile. The dark haired one gave a cynical laugh. “I, of all people have most reason to damn you.”
“Hasn’t anyone told you about my wrath?”
“What could you possibly do to me, God?”
God laughed, His golden curls bouncing slightly. “Oh Lucifer, your always good for a good laugh.” A few people were looking over and God snapped His fingers and the scene froze around them. “Now, why exactly have you called this meeting of opposing forces?” He asked, leaning on His elbows. His face was pale, but seemed to radiate an inner light. A smile danced on His lips. “Not often do Ying and Yang meet, but it was your request after all, and I must respect that…”
“Don’t patronize me!” Lucifer snapped, slamming both fists down on the table and leaning in as well. Their noses were nearly touching. Lucifer’s lips twitched into a snarl and God’s lips remained in a light upwards curve of a smile. “I’m not patronizing you, Luce.” He said softly and reached out a hand, steadying the cup of coffee that had nearly fallen again. He lifted it to His smiling lips much to Lucifer’s dismay. “Hey, hey! That’s my cup of coffee….” He complained and made a grab for the cup. God leaned back, just escaping the demon’s grasp. “You can always get a new cup after, what’s a few dollars to the Devil?” God laughed softly and Lucifer growled.
“Fine, fine, whatever, drink my cup of coffee, see how much I care.” God shrugged His shoulders as if to say alright and drained half of it in another gulp. “Umm. They make good coffee here. If I hadn’t frozen time, I’d order my own cup. Now, Lucifer, why is it you’ve called this meeting?” He questioned, leaning back in the coffee shop seat. He managed to make the chairs with backs as stiff as Nazis look comfortable.
“I quit.” Lucifer said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m fucking sick of this job.” A deep frown was plastered over his lips; it seemed to be stuck there with superglue. Deep wrinkles formed under his eyes and around his mouth. He looked absolutely morose.
“You can’t quit.”
“I can’t….”
“Quit. That’s right.” God said cheerfully, His smile like the sun. He laughed lightly. “Sorry to inform you….” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Why can’t I quit?” Lucifer asked, each word weighed down with un-shown emotion. His voice was like hard, empty knocks on a coffin lid. God ran a hand through His hair nervously and gave a timid laugh. The Devil looked up at Him through his hair and shook his head slowly. “Well, heh, you can’t quit…because that’s your job…being the Devil, no one else can do it. You have to…”
“What kind of bullshit response is that?” The Devil snapped angrily. He snarled darkly, hand whipping out across the table and grabbing God’s shirt. He pulled him up and across the table.
“Well, you see….”
“You don’t know….” Lucifer said slowly, thinking. “Do you?” He asked, his eyebrows worked their way together as he thought about this. “But…you…” God laughed again with that nervous undertone. “Yeah, yeah, I created the universe, life, everything! I know I know…I even created you Lucifer, but has it ever crossed your mind to who created me?” He asked. “I don’t know why you can’t quit…I just know that you can’t. You’re the only one that can do your job and you just have to face that. It’s your job to tempt man into sin. It’s your job to keep the scales in balance….”
“I…” Lucifer paused. “I hate you.” He spat and pushed God back down into his chair. “You’re supposed to.” Lucifer simply shook his head and grumbled something. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it. I can’t understand a single word you say when you mumble.” Lucifer’s lips twitched into a snarl.
“I can’t understand a single thing you say when you talk so patronizingly to me.”
“Oh Lucifer, you take everything so personally. You should just relax…”
“That’s easy for you to say. You created the world; I just get to live in it.”
God sighed and shook his head. “But you get the underworld, my friend.” He pointed out with a small, playful smile. Lucifer actually growled in the back of his throat. “Heh, funny.” He muttered sarcastically, his lips twitching up into an attempt of a smile. If a smile could have action, one could say that Lucifer’s smile jumped off his lips and attempted suicide as his lips fell back into his classic frown. “Didn’t you make that to?” He asked, glaring at God from across the table. He imagined the perfect halo of golden hair bursting into flames.
He had once had hair like that and wings too, gorgeous feathery wings. He sighed deeply. “Oh, why don’t you just piss off?” He asked. God shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you say, Lucifer.” He said and vanished in a puff of smoke.
“Goddamnit!” The Devil cried.
Coffee
Chapter One
Discovery
Discovery
A cup of steaming coffee sits in front of me. Steam rises slowly out of the stark white porcelain cup like wisps of dreams. I really don’t like coffee and I still don’t know why I force myself to drink it, but every single day I go down to the local coffee pub and order a large, black coffee. I bring it over to my favourite corner table and I drink it as I watch the masses pass by the store front window. They all look the same to me, when they walk in their great big mass like that, just a blur of clothes, hair and human. It sickens me. I look around the coffee shop one more time. He is late. He is always late. He doesn’t treat me with respect at all. It’s as if he’s the center of the universe. Well, maybe he is. I don’t have much choice but to wait. Wait and write in this bloody journal like so many of those pathetic humans do.
The man writing in the bound leather note book looked up. His hair was straight and fell past his hips in raven locks. His similarly dark eyes had shadowy circles around them. He wore a black, pinstripe suit. It was hard to tell if he was indeed male or female and looked absolutely miserable.
“Top you off, sir?” A voice questioned and the man looked up, glaring at her. “Is it free refills?” He asked the woman dressed in a classy looking red outfit that looked more appropriate for an air-line service. “No sir, that’s Sundays only…”
“Then no thank you, be off with you.” He shooed her away with a weak wave of a sickly pale hand. He grumbled something very impolite along the lines of fucking her cooling corpse and she was fortunate enough to have not heard it. He flicked his hair over a shoulder and ground his teeth together. “He is always late, always bloody fucking late.” He slammed his fist into the table, nearly upsetting his cup of coffee. The dark liquid sloshed around in the cup and split over the edge. “Goddamn!”
“You’re damning me already?”
The man writing in the bound leather note book looked up. His hair was straight and fell past his hips in raven locks. His similarly dark eyes had shadowy circles around them. He wore a black, pinstripe suit. It was hard to tell if he was indeed male or female and looked absolutely miserable.
“Top you off, sir?” A voice questioned and the man looked up, glaring at her. “Is it free refills?” He asked the woman dressed in a classy looking red outfit that looked more appropriate for an air-line service. “No sir, that’s Sundays only…”
“Then no thank you, be off with you.” He shooed her away with a weak wave of a sickly pale hand. He grumbled something very impolite along the lines of fucking her cooling corpse and she was fortunate enough to have not heard it. He flicked his hair over a shoulder and ground his teeth together. “He is always late, always bloody fucking late.” He slammed his fist into the table, nearly upsetting his cup of coffee. The dark liquid sloshed around in the cup and split over the edge. “Goddamn!”
“You’re damning me already?”
Chapter Two
Yin Yang
Yin Yang
A being with beautiful golden hair down to Its shoulders was the One that answered. One couldn’t honestly tell if this figure was male or female. High cheek bones and full lips gave the appearance of being female but the obvious lack of chest said otherwise. He-She-It…sat down opposite of the one that was its polar opposite in appearance. “I hadn’t even sat down yet….” It said with a smile. The dark haired one gave a cynical laugh. “I, of all people have most reason to damn you.”
“Hasn’t anyone told you about my wrath?”
“What could you possibly do to me, God?”
God laughed, His golden curls bouncing slightly. “Oh Lucifer, your always good for a good laugh.” A few people were looking over and God snapped His fingers and the scene froze around them. “Now, why exactly have you called this meeting of opposing forces?” He asked, leaning on His elbows. His face was pale, but seemed to radiate an inner light. A smile danced on His lips. “Not often do Ying and Yang meet, but it was your request after all, and I must respect that…”
“Don’t patronize me!” Lucifer snapped, slamming both fists down on the table and leaning in as well. Their noses were nearly touching. Lucifer’s lips twitched into a snarl and God’s lips remained in a light upwards curve of a smile. “I’m not patronizing you, Luce.” He said softly and reached out a hand, steadying the cup of coffee that had nearly fallen again. He lifted it to His smiling lips much to Lucifer’s dismay. “Hey, hey! That’s my cup of coffee….” He complained and made a grab for the cup. God leaned back, just escaping the demon’s grasp. “You can always get a new cup after, what’s a few dollars to the Devil?” God laughed softly and Lucifer growled.
“Fine, fine, whatever, drink my cup of coffee, see how much I care.” God shrugged His shoulders as if to say alright and drained half of it in another gulp. “Umm. They make good coffee here. If I hadn’t frozen time, I’d order my own cup. Now, Lucifer, why is it you’ve called this meeting?” He questioned, leaning back in the coffee shop seat. He managed to make the chairs with backs as stiff as Nazis look comfortable.
“I quit.” Lucifer said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m fucking sick of this job.” A deep frown was plastered over his lips; it seemed to be stuck there with superglue. Deep wrinkles formed under his eyes and around his mouth. He looked absolutely morose.
“You can’t quit.”
“I can’t….”
“Quit. That’s right.” God said cheerfully, His smile like the sun. He laughed lightly. “Sorry to inform you….” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Why can’t I quit?” Lucifer asked, each word weighed down with un-shown emotion. His voice was like hard, empty knocks on a coffin lid. God ran a hand through His hair nervously and gave a timid laugh. The Devil looked up at Him through his hair and shook his head slowly. “Well, heh, you can’t quit…because that’s your job…being the Devil, no one else can do it. You have to…”
“What kind of bullshit response is that?” The Devil snapped angrily. He snarled darkly, hand whipping out across the table and grabbing God’s shirt. He pulled him up and across the table.
“Well, you see….”
“You don’t know….” Lucifer said slowly, thinking. “Do you?” He asked, his eyebrows worked their way together as he thought about this. “But…you…” God laughed again with that nervous undertone. “Yeah, yeah, I created the universe, life, everything! I know I know…I even created you Lucifer, but has it ever crossed your mind to who created me?” He asked. “I don’t know why you can’t quit…I just know that you can’t. You’re the only one that can do your job and you just have to face that. It’s your job to tempt man into sin. It’s your job to keep the scales in balance….”
“I…” Lucifer paused. “I hate you.” He spat and pushed God back down into his chair. “You’re supposed to.” Lucifer simply shook his head and grumbled something. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch it. I can’t understand a single word you say when you mumble.” Lucifer’s lips twitched into a snarl.
“I can’t understand a single thing you say when you talk so patronizingly to me.”
“Oh Lucifer, you take everything so personally. You should just relax…”
“That’s easy for you to say. You created the world; I just get to live in it.”
God sighed and shook his head. “But you get the underworld, my friend.” He pointed out with a small, playful smile. Lucifer actually growled in the back of his throat. “Heh, funny.” He muttered sarcastically, his lips twitching up into an attempt of a smile. If a smile could have action, one could say that Lucifer’s smile jumped off his lips and attempted suicide as his lips fell back into his classic frown. “Didn’t you make that to?” He asked, glaring at God from across the table. He imagined the perfect halo of golden hair bursting into flames.
He had once had hair like that and wings too, gorgeous feathery wings. He sighed deeply. “Oh, why don’t you just piss off?” He asked. God shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you say, Lucifer.” He said and vanished in a puff of smoke.
“Goddamnit!” The Devil cried.
