Picture Story for College Class

If you read my other work you'll find out more on why this piece is written. [http://life-without-creativity-is-normal.blogspot.com/]

Please take no offence from this piece. It is purely fiction and is not meant to offend anyone. I do not know if all of this is true as my research on the subject brought little information.

Short Story:

Mustala looked out her window and deep into the night sky. The stars above glittered across the sky in a painting of ancestral eyes. She thought back to her day. her mother and father had earlier stated she was to prepare for her wedding starting the next morn. It would be a long, pain-stacking task of prepare. Each day she would be stripped of every impurity until her skin was reddened raw. she would not eat the day before her wedding to avoid any embarrassment.

Her last moment of childhood ended when the sun rose. With a sigh she undressed from the sacred cloth that enveloped her, her body, her spirit, her youth and innocence. She let out a throaty sigh as the cool night air graced her body in a loving embrace. Resting her head upon the cloud that was her dream, she drifted off into the nights sleepy calling.

She awoke early the next morning, the sun barely peeking over her window ledge. Quickly, she dressed in the color chosen for the third day before her wedding, blue. Just as her father waling in, she covered her face in flawless grace.
"Mustala, it is time to begin."
"Yes father." She did not look up at him as she started past him. She stifled a gasp when he touched her shoulder.
"...Happy 16th Birthday, Mustala." In shock and awe she stole a hidden glance at him.
"Thank you, father." He nodded and left. Quickly, hoping to hide her delight at her fathers kindness, she rushed to the purity room where her mother awaited her.
Her purity, her torture, began.

The three days had passed quickly. her body swore and her hand on her growling stomach, Mustala looked to the stars once again. Looking into the glittering ancestral eyes that seemed to be her only hope, she prayed to Ala. She had never met her husband to be, she wouldn't meet him until it was too late to back out. Not that she would ever have the choice of backing out.

Small trails of semi-dry tears were vibrant against her deep brown eyes. The stars, her hope, slowly disappeared as the sun awoke upon the wedding day. Mustala was already dressed in her black garb, awaiting the final purification. her door slowly creaked open and she looked up as her mother entered. Silently, the two embraced. Tears flew from her mothers eyes, making Mustala's stop. She became still and clingy, like she had turned to stone by her mothers rare emotion.

When the embrace ended the two went for the last time to the purification room

As she was brought to the wedding chamber, the smell of desert roses engulfed her. For a moment her mind flashed to her childhood friend, Behalan. Quickly, she corrected herself. She was not to think of another man on her wedding day. She stood upon the alter of Ala by her father. A sly smirk was on his lips as he called the groom in.

Mustala almost lost her footing when she saw him.
Tears welded in her eyes as her long time love walked up to her.

On that day, Mustala married Behalan Alhe.

Short story from Writing Class in College

If you read my daily blog you'll see that I am in a college writing class [and art] right now. I've decided that if they like it in my class, I'll post it on my blog so here goes!

Tell me what you think!

Prompt: I like cheating with other guy's girls. & I am afraid of Clowns.

Short story:

It was April Fools day, 1996. I thought the day would be fun. Boy was I wrong.

I had it all planed. Garret was going to come over and we'd call up my girl, Jess, for a little prank. When the phone hung up the night before, Garret was already awaiting the morning sunrise. At 10:00am sharp Garret started pounding on my front door. Waking me up from my usual lazy nap, i answered the door. He was so excited that he was bouncing around like the Easter bunny a month late for Easter.

I quickly got ready, putting on my tank and ripped jeans. After a cup of hot, black coffee, left on the counter, I called Jess. She was happy to come over. We had it timed good. It would take her about twenty minutes to here. At nineteen we started our show.
"Mich, how have you been?"
"Great, Gar! I've been having the time of my life lately."
"Whys that?" This all sounded a little too rehearsed but, hey, it was just a joke.
"Gar let me tell you what! I have recently found out that I like to cheat with other guy's girls."

Just then the front door slammed open and a furious looking Jess walked in. Her black hair rippled around her like the snakes of Medusa. Her bright blue eyes perching my soul, making me stumble and slapping the laughing smile from my face.
"How dare you! I-I..."

She stormed off. I ran after her, leaving Garrett to laugh by himself in the dark room. Jess was fuming. I should have know better. She started to run, her long legs moving in a blur as the track-teams star flew away from me.

I knew I'd never catch her on food so I ran back to my garage and jumped on my Harley. The sound of the reeving engine could have told any near-by cop that I was about to speed way past the speed limit.
And that's just what I did.

I was at Jess's house in under ten minutes. She wasn't there so I started ridding up and down the streets looking for her. When she wasn't at the park or the library, I finally figured out where she'd be. Going back toward my house, I stopped at Garrett's. In his backyard was a old abandoned tree house. Quietly, I climbed the rough, rotted wooden planks into the small shed like structure above me. When I opened the creaking latch door it was oddly dark.

I pulled myself up into the tree house. Shuffling came from the far corners. Suddenly the windows were uncovered and I saw it. Coming toward me slowly was a Garrett sized Clown. I yelped, falling from the tree house and falling onto the hard, rooted ground.

I awoke to the bright, painful lights of a hospital room. In the corner was stifled snickering. Garrett and Jess were laughing, i just knew it had to be them. I found the button that moved the bed into a sitting-up position. As I thought, Garrett and Jess were sitting in the blue padded chairs by the windows.

When they saw me awaken and heard the bed move, Jess rushed over to me. She kissed my forehead softly. Her soft lips made my heart flutter and I knew I wasn't asleep any more. I pulled her close and whispered softly in her ear.
"Good pay back prank. You know very well that i'm afraid of clowns..."