Post by Akbar Le Grey on May 12, 2005 9:35:31 GMT -5
A little something I wrote when 667 was down and I was bored. Dante called it intriguing, so I felt it would be good enough to post.
Chapter One[/b]
The sun’s rays bounced off the shiny glass of the office windows. Kimia looked down. Forty stories below her were the crowded, bustling streets of Tehran. Resting her head on her palm, she noticed a rather odd woman. She was, of course, wearing a burka but she didn’t seem familiar with Tehran. Or burkas. She walked awkwardly, avoiding the bearded mullahs. Suddenly she looked up, and the half of the burka covering her face slipped down. She had a pretty face, high cheekbones combining with bright eyes. But it was not an Irani face. A lock of pale brown hair fell over her forehead. Suddenly her face adopted a sad look and Kimia recognized her. It was Amber.
Nearly tripping over the carpet, she ran to the phone. “Hello? Ikram?” she yelled into it.
“Yes Madam.” Replied Ikram listlessly.
“Go out there and bring in the thin woman in the burka. Tell her Kimia is calling her.” Said Kimia, slamming down the phone.
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Amber bit her lip. The heat of the Tehran sun seemed unbearable, but to wear something other than the burka in public would mean certain death.
Drawing her burka tighter, Amber noticed a mustachioed man walking towards her. He told her that Kimia was calling her. Finally, she thought, I’ve found her.
She followed the man into a huge, shiny skyscraper and went up to the top floor via the elevator. Running out, she saw a familiar face and cried out “Kimia!” with joy.
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Amber hurriedly took off the burka, revealing normal clothes underneath. The only strange thing was the cape. It had the Welsh flag on it. It clashed horribly with her pinstriped shirt.
After Amber had changed, Kimia asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to find you.” was the reply.
“Why?”
This, Amber felt, could only be expressed in numbers. “667.” She replied calmly.
Kimia jumped up. Amber held out her hand. On the ring finger was a rather strange ornament. A gold band, with the number ‘667’ in the center. It sparkled in the sunlight. The number was encrusted with diamonds. Hanging from the band was a thin tag. It was pinstriped and had ‘Amber’ written in the center.
“667.” She repeated.
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I've done two chapters so far. In the words of The Beatles ,"I could could make it longer if you like the style..."
Chapter One[/b]
The sun’s rays bounced off the shiny glass of the office windows. Kimia looked down. Forty stories below her were the crowded, bustling streets of Tehran. Resting her head on her palm, she noticed a rather odd woman. She was, of course, wearing a burka but she didn’t seem familiar with Tehran. Or burkas. She walked awkwardly, avoiding the bearded mullahs. Suddenly she looked up, and the half of the burka covering her face slipped down. She had a pretty face, high cheekbones combining with bright eyes. But it was not an Irani face. A lock of pale brown hair fell over her forehead. Suddenly her face adopted a sad look and Kimia recognized her. It was Amber.
Nearly tripping over the carpet, she ran to the phone. “Hello? Ikram?” she yelled into it.
“Yes Madam.” Replied Ikram listlessly.
“Go out there and bring in the thin woman in the burka. Tell her Kimia is calling her.” Said Kimia, slamming down the phone.
--
Amber bit her lip. The heat of the Tehran sun seemed unbearable, but to wear something other than the burka in public would mean certain death.
Drawing her burka tighter, Amber noticed a mustachioed man walking towards her. He told her that Kimia was calling her. Finally, she thought, I’ve found her.
She followed the man into a huge, shiny skyscraper and went up to the top floor via the elevator. Running out, she saw a familiar face and cried out “Kimia!” with joy.
--
Amber hurriedly took off the burka, revealing normal clothes underneath. The only strange thing was the cape. It had the Welsh flag on it. It clashed horribly with her pinstriped shirt.
After Amber had changed, Kimia asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to find you.” was the reply.
“Why?”
This, Amber felt, could only be expressed in numbers. “667.” She replied calmly.
Kimia jumped up. Amber held out her hand. On the ring finger was a rather strange ornament. A gold band, with the number ‘667’ in the center. It sparkled in the sunlight. The number was encrusted with diamonds. Hanging from the band was a thin tag. It was pinstriped and had ‘Amber’ written in the center.
“667.” She repeated.
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I've done two chapters so far. In the words of The Beatles ,"I could could make it longer if you like the style..."