It is 2 o' clock in the evening, the sun is burning, but the air is cool. The year is 2016 in the warm city of Springwells. In a very large room where shelves are sorted in rows and columns, the door with a name and profession scribbled on the engraved glass opens. The man placed his bag down on a chair beside his desk, a brown engraved table with a coat of Mother Pearl at specific parts such as the frame of the rectangle shaped center and a 4 sided inscription of many symbols and icons.
In a white buttoned shirt and jeans, he took out a object and placed it on a shelf. The object is a headpiece with the head of a eagle and wings, gold with red stones around the shape and Egyptian symbols below and above them. "The Headpiece of Skylar", he speaks as he looks at the eyes of the eagle surrounded by many other artifacts.
But at the moment, the door opens to a clue suited man with a brown fedora and black tie. He looks up to the man in his long, waist sized coat. "what's up lil' Brother"
"Nothing much. Here and there." He looks around at the artifacts from Kryptonite to a golden Scarab to an ancient armor that was said to be worn from a warrior at Apokolips. "I see you got a head dress"
"So I do"
"Where is the Tablet, Jack?"
Jack waves his finger to follow him to broken rock that was placed on a red cloth over a table. "Here we are," The rock was a dusty old piece of a temple. The temple was the home to a dictator and the rock was stolen. The rock contains a inscription that was carved into it, the inscription was 13th century music symbols. "The Tablet of Apollo."
"Said to have a power, to contain a power from Apollo himself."
"The God of Music and Poetry"
Jack and his brother bowed to it.
'What is the music that is scripted?"
"I don't know. Never tried it."
Jack gets up followed by his brother.
"You should do some singing" Jacks brother joked
"Another time, another time." Jack jokes back
The brothers walk back to the door. "Ill see you tonight."
He nodded, walked out and Jack looked the music inscription again.
In the distance from Springwells, a city was awake with metas and a speedster called The Flash. The city is being threatened by another black suited speedster called Zoom. The city, Central City, has a lab called Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Labs or S.T.A.R. Labs. In the basement is a group of people: Cisco, Snow, Harrison Wells, Jessie and Joe West. In the center of the room was a machine with Berry Allan in its center. The machine turned on....
and Berry evaporated after a blast that changed the city a second time.
Jack was still facing The Tablet of Apollo when suddenly a tingle was felt on his skin and he shook as if having goosebumps. "Goosebumps from the tablet?"
As he stood and went by the door, the lights went out and he fell towards the chair with his bag.
"Huh! I should fix that so the Janitor doesn't give me a speech."
Jack went to the door, and placed his hand on the door knob. He twisted it but it wont spin.
"Well...Thats brilliant."
Jack was sarcastic in his fake British accent and at that moment the stone enlightened with its inscription lit reddish-pink. Jack noticed light rays from behind him in the pitch black room, He turned and the light was beginning to dim. Jack walks over to the stone and sees the lit inscription followed by music.
"The sound...The stone is playing music!"
Jack was almost amused but wondering how does it even play the notes. Jack froze and knelt down as the light dimmed bit more. He reached his right hand onto the stone. Jack was sure he knew what he was doing. And at that very moment, when his hand laid flat on the stone, the light lit bright again, channeling some surge to his body. Waves of light swarmed around him, his body stiffened and head leaned back with his now straightened arms as if he was being pulled and levitated. His eyes filled in with the colors of the anomaly leaving a scream.
Jacks door opened and his brother came in.
jack and his brother laid upon ones shoulder of the other as they trotted back to the car. It was morning and rings of a melody ranged in Jacks ears. He was placed in the car at the back seat, his right hand over the door where the window was and it lit with waves of light.
"A story is not a machine that does what u tell it, a story is a beast with a life of its own. You can create it, shape it, but as the story grows it starts wanting things of its own. You change one thing and it starts a chain reaction of events that changes the whole thing. The characters has to be true to themselves. Events has to follow a logic that fits the story. A single flaw and the magic is gone. The story dies..."-Alan Wake
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
The Flash: A Day in a Life
Dearborn, Michigan, 8 o' clock, wind is blowing cold air through the house of 24 year old Ali Doppke. Ali is sleeping in his bedroom under the kitchen of the second floor. The bedroom was a 4-wall sided room with a slider door and the eyes of a wakened man. He got up, went upstairs in his robes and placed the coffee machine on with his cup in place. His eyes are barely opened and he senses rays of sun light drawing through a wide window behind him.
Ali did not have anything planned, not a single idea what will happen. He does not work, he no longer goes to school, at least current, he dos have certain things thou. He went on the computer and spotted a article on the search engine. The article was about "The Flash":"The Flash Plays Tricks No Longer". It isn't known who he is, The Flash has bee around since the 90's fighting criminals like the headlines focus on The Trickster.
There are other icons around somewhere in this world, reports of a bat included.
Other articles on secret projects and places like a company called S.T.A.R. LABS that Christina McGee works in. Ali thinks its Area 51.
Ali went outside to his backyard to feel the morning weather on his skin and took deep breaths and the very moment got his sweat pants, a dark t-shirt and Nikes and started to run. In his right pocket was his phone with high paced Rock music on to almost max volume. He used to run a lot now he has to push himself to be on a healthy path. He ran for blocks but also stopped and walked more and more that was not as equal to how long he runs for.
From his house to a school to a park and beyond before heading back home on the other end of his street.
He dived in the hot streaming shower after placing his hearing equipment on the sink counter. Later dried off and headed to a comic store and brought comics telling the adventures of the world heroes, real adventures. One did pop thou "The Blur". A mysterious blur in Metropolis that runs fast. Some say he's bulletproof at least the comics do anyway.
He would read them and than play games on his console and watch T.V.
The life of normal kid.
On this day, he thought about something and day dreamed of him in another life.
Ali did not have anything planned, not a single idea what will happen. He does not work, he no longer goes to school, at least current, he dos have certain things thou. He went on the computer and spotted a article on the search engine. The article was about "The Flash":"The Flash Plays Tricks No Longer". It isn't known who he is, The Flash has bee around since the 90's fighting criminals like the headlines focus on The Trickster.
There are other icons around somewhere in this world, reports of a bat included.
Other articles on secret projects and places like a company called S.T.A.R. LABS that Christina McGee works in. Ali thinks its Area 51.
Ali went outside to his backyard to feel the morning weather on his skin and took deep breaths and the very moment got his sweat pants, a dark t-shirt and Nikes and started to run. In his right pocket was his phone with high paced Rock music on to almost max volume. He used to run a lot now he has to push himself to be on a healthy path. He ran for blocks but also stopped and walked more and more that was not as equal to how long he runs for.
From his house to a school to a park and beyond before heading back home on the other end of his street.
He dived in the hot streaming shower after placing his hearing equipment on the sink counter. Later dried off and headed to a comic store and brought comics telling the adventures of the world heroes, real adventures. One did pop thou "The Blur". A mysterious blur in Metropolis that runs fast. Some say he's bulletproof at least the comics do anyway.
He would read them and than play games on his console and watch T.V.
The life of normal kid.
On this day, he thought about something and day dreamed of him in another life.
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