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Walking down the dark street, I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets. My palms were itchy. My eyes snapped from one person to the next as I watched them warily. Please don’t hurt me, I thought.
Someone tapped my shoulder and I spun around. My hand flew out of my pocket and slammed into their chest, sending them flying backwards. “Shit…” The person laying on the ground was an older woman. She wasn’t moving. My palm glowed white-teal. I stared, wide-eyed.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Where I grew up glowing hands were the norm, the colour they glowed indicated what type of power you had, most people had blue or green which was water and healing, some had fire power red. The King even had purple which was mind reading. The glowing started at age 10, it was a joyous moment for families, when their children started down their working page.
Today is my 10th birthday, along with 5 other children, I attended a ceremony to release my power. Elise went first her hand flashed yellow when she touched the alter, bright yellow, showing she had strong nature power. The bright the glow the stronger the power. Chrissie, Daniel and Finn were next, blue, green and green, sll should be proud. Cami was before me, her hand light up a deep pink, very rare, alchemy was thought to be her power, it was rare enough that not much was known about it.
My turn, I was hoping for green or yellow, I would to help people or work with plants. I walked up to the alter, shakily put my hand on it. My fingertips turned cold, slowly making it’s way up my hand. I took a deep breath and held up my hand for everyone to see, as tradition dictates, the King and the people are first to see, everyone gasped, I turned my hand around, it was glowing black, I almost collapsed, never had anyone had that colour, it was thought to mean death power, I looked up and the King was barking out orders to have me arrested.
Yours is really good, I want to know who the older woman is 😦
The death power can be very dangerous, even in a good person’s hands. I suppose you can’t blame the king for that. Good piece!
Thank you, I like how so there’s so many different ideas from everyone from one picture, it’s great 🙂
Ooooh. Very cool idea. You have a fantasy series here! I think the King would keep them since what King wouldn’t want the power of death on their side? She could be the King’s assassin.
Thank you, and ye I was thinking that, possibly it would give him the advantage to go to war on his neighbour or something 🙂
Shades of Divergent there. I’d be like, “Arrest her yourself, Majesty!”
I like that very much 😀
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Here is my effort Ermilia and friends~ Peace~
http://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2014/06/08/electric-after-shock/
If I had that power, I too would keep it a secret. I don’t want to become a lab rat! Cool story. 🙂
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The danger of fear Good piece Ermi. Here’s mine! http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2014/06/08/picture-it-and-write-the-beach/
Enjoy!
Lovely story. I really liked the bioluminescent edge. I didn’t see that originally. I wonder what other cool things exist in this new place.
If you ask nicely I’ll let you know!
Ew. Got a little something on ya. Hope she wasn’t ALF-postive!
She stood there. Staring directly at me, our eyes locked as if nothing else mattered in the world. But she was a stranger. I was coming home from a busy night at the bar, turned down a different alley than usual to avoid the late night drunks but one thing led to another and… I ended up here.
I realized eventually that I had to avert my gaze. It had been too long, I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but something was stopping me. Literally. I couldn’t move my eyes away from hers and that was when the panic struck. My heart beating faster, sweat starting to drip down my face, I tried moving my fingers- arms- legs- head… they all remained routed to the spot. And that’s when her sky blue eyes started to… glow? This couldn’t be real. They became brighter and brighter until I had to squint- if I could, of course- and then this bright white started to appear on the rest of her body, following her veins from head to foot. It was her hands that got my attention though. The palms were completely white now, and her fingers and wrists were twitching violently until it looked like she was fitting. Suddenly a blast of white light exploded from her shaking hands, and rammed straight into my chest, knocking me backwards into a group of bins.
Everything went white.
Sort of a reverse-perspective on Ermi’s piece if I got that right. Haven’t seen that in a while. I like it.
Thanks!
Blasting away some poor bloke on his way home. Rather rude don’t you say?
Super cool. Loved your perspective! It really feels like the beginning to a longggg story. Thanks for contributing this week. 😀
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I had fun with this one! http://hotchocolateandbooks.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/picture-it-and-write-shockwave/