Rain Melody - Chapter 1
Melody Burns is a sophomore in college, is an amazing singer and artist, has problematic romances to say the least, and apparently an ancient Irish curse that has been for haunting her family for ages. With the not so gentle push from her eccentric psychic best friend will she be able to free her family from the curse and find that once in a lifetime guy?
Hey everyone!
This is Carmela, this is my first story here at Buzzle and I'm very excited to be sharing it with you! Please, please, please comment and tell me if I should continue. I'm always open to some constructive criticism so don't be afraid to tell me what you think! Forgive me for any grammar errors, I am NOT perfect. I should update pretty consistently and now that its summer I should be writing non stop! I hope you enjoy!
-Love,
Carmela
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CHAPTER 1
I walked down the street, sunlight shining, heating my exposed shoulders. I was on my way to Amber's. The streets were crowded with the usual variety; unfortunate homeless, eccentric potheads, starved "up and coming" artists. Venice was a place of oddity, a bit dangerous, culturally diverse and the perfect place for an eccentric off-her-rocker psychic friend. I pressed the buzzer and impatiently waited for the glowing red hand to switch to the bright white walking figure. Balancing my weight back and forth, foot to foot, fidgeting with my long curls, I synchronized my lips with those of the faint sound of Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" drifting out of a hole-in-the-wall cafe.
The light changed, "finally," I thought. I quickly made my way across the crosswalk, cars zooming by and contemplated the truth in Amber's "psychic" powers. Though I still didn't completely believe or trust in her predictions, which as I must say were a bit out of whack depending on what day of the week, time of month, and what her new boyfriend's "job" consisted of, there were times where she was so creepily dead on I wondered why I ever doubted her in the first place. Then of course she would do something so outrageous and embarrassing that I would question my sanity and judgment on even having any type of connection with her. Like right now.
I stopped outside the crumbling red brick building, just behind the crowd of bewildered passersby. Shading my eyes from the sun, I looked up in the general direction of stares. I sighed. "Great." There she was, Amber, in full daylight, standing on the roof, painting with an array of colors some ancient language symbols I had seen earlier that week, scattered around her small apartment. You could hear her chanting, incomprehensibly, alternately beating her bare feet, and swinging her platinum dreaded locks back and forth like a pendulum. Why is it she decided to deface private property? The world may never know! And why is it she decided to attract everyone's attention by performing her insane ritual topless? I didn't get the chance to figure that one out because I was distracted by a break in her constant chant.
"Mels!" bellowed Amber, pivoting quickly, giving everyone a nice clear frontal view.
"Oh God," I whispered.
"Mels! Your just in time! This is big! Big, Mels, huge, humongous! You have to come up here with me!"
"I think I'm gonna pass!" I yelled up, now acutely aware of the many pairs of eyes staring at me. I averted my gaze from the psychopath on the roof and tried to discreetly move away.
"Melody Burn get your ass up here right now or else I'll bring out forlsching!"
I compared the damage in my head. Forlshing, forever shame, and a long time friendship destroyed or risking breaking every bone in my body along with my pride and dignity.
"Shit," I muttered underneath my breath. I was gonna have to haul my ass up a four-story brick building.
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"Can you pass me that big red book over there?" asked Amber, thankfully fully clothed. She was currently kneeling on the worn patchwork quilt that she used as a rug in her match-book sized apartment. Her back is facing towards me, as she's intently digging through a small treasure box of trinkets and who knows what.
"Ummmm... Sure?" I answered, trying to maneuver my way around the cramped and cluttered space. The place is like a friggin' I Spy book. My eyes can't focus on any one thing. I take a deep cleansing breath, trying to rid of my frustration, but instead inhale thousands of dust particles and the intense smoky smell of burning incense and weed hurts my nose. "Achoo!" I sneeze loudly and my body jolts, bumping all my sore spots from my earlier escapade. God, I give up. "I can't find it!" I yell exasperated.
"Jeez," Amber says, as she stretches her body across the small space, "your no help whatsoever." She turns her head sideways as to read the titles of the books on her overflowing shelf. "Magic... creating equilibrium.... Plum facts," she mutters, her fingers stepping onto each book's spine, "Shit, where is it- There you are! Come here rascal." She then continues to shift her weight as to get better leverage for uncovering the massive book. Her toned and tanned arms artfully maneuvering the tome out from underneath a heap of bows, ribbons, and fabrics. She slams the book down on the quilt and proceeds to sit in a yoga pose I have yet to master.
"What is that thing, a dinosaur?" I accused, staring in disbelief at the old tome. It was made of a maroon, red leather, worn and beaten with age.
"Nope," Amber smiled, running her hands along the roughened edges. Her eyes seemed to twinkle. Reminding me of the look people get when reminiscing about an amusing joke. "OK, time to begin," slipping her fingers underneath the front cover, she flipped the book open and announced the title, "Tome: Th' Vintzterbechs Legend."
"Amber, isn't your last name Vintz?" I asked, this was getting a bit odd. She look up at me, smiling and winked.
"Here, let me tell you a story," was her answer.
This is Carmela, this is my first story here at Buzzle and I'm very excited to be sharing it with you! Please, please, please comment and tell me if I should continue. I'm always open to some constructive criticism so don't be afraid to tell me what you think! Forgive me for any grammar errors, I am NOT perfect. I should update pretty consistently and now that its summer I should be writing non stop! I hope you enjoy!
-Love,
Carmela
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
CHAPTER 1
I walked down the street, sunlight shining, heating my exposed shoulders. I was on my way to Amber's. The streets were crowded with the usual variety; unfortunate homeless, eccentric potheads, starved "up and coming" artists. Venice was a place of oddity, a bit dangerous, culturally diverse and the perfect place for an eccentric off-her-rocker psychic friend. I pressed the buzzer and impatiently waited for the glowing red hand to switch to the bright white walking figure. Balancing my weight back and forth, foot to foot, fidgeting with my long curls, I synchronized my lips with those of the faint sound of Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" drifting out of a hole-in-the-wall cafe.
The light changed, "finally," I thought. I quickly made my way across the crosswalk, cars zooming by and contemplated the truth in Amber's "psychic" powers. Though I still didn't completely believe or trust in her predictions, which as I must say were a bit out of whack depending on what day of the week, time of month, and what her new boyfriend's "job" consisted of, there were times where she was so creepily dead on I wondered why I ever doubted her in the first place. Then of course she would do something so outrageous and embarrassing that I would question my sanity and judgment on even having any type of connection with her. Like right now.
I stopped outside the crumbling red brick building, just behind the crowd of bewildered passersby. Shading my eyes from the sun, I looked up in the general direction of stares. I sighed. "Great." There she was, Amber, in full daylight, standing on the roof, painting with an array of colors some ancient language symbols I had seen earlier that week, scattered around her small apartment. You could hear her chanting, incomprehensibly, alternately beating her bare feet, and swinging her platinum dreaded locks back and forth like a pendulum. Why is it she decided to deface private property? The world may never know! And why is it she decided to attract everyone's attention by performing her insane ritual topless? I didn't get the chance to figure that one out because I was distracted by a break in her constant chant.
"Mels!" bellowed Amber, pivoting quickly, giving everyone a nice clear frontal view.
"Oh God," I whispered.
"Mels! Your just in time! This is big! Big, Mels, huge, humongous! You have to come up here with me!"
"I think I'm gonna pass!" I yelled up, now acutely aware of the many pairs of eyes staring at me. I averted my gaze from the psychopath on the roof and tried to discreetly move away.
"Melody Burn get your ass up here right now or else I'll bring out forlsching!"
I compared the damage in my head. Forlshing, forever shame, and a long time friendship destroyed or risking breaking every bone in my body along with my pride and dignity.
"Shit," I muttered underneath my breath. I was gonna have to haul my ass up a four-story brick building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Can you pass me that big red book over there?" asked Amber, thankfully fully clothed. She was currently kneeling on the worn patchwork quilt that she used as a rug in her match-book sized apartment. Her back is facing towards me, as she's intently digging through a small treasure box of trinkets and who knows what.
"Ummmm... Sure?" I answered, trying to maneuver my way around the cramped and cluttered space. The place is like a friggin' I Spy book. My eyes can't focus on any one thing. I take a deep cleansing breath, trying to rid of my frustration, but instead inhale thousands of dust particles and the intense smoky smell of burning incense and weed hurts my nose. "Achoo!" I sneeze loudly and my body jolts, bumping all my sore spots from my earlier escapade. God, I give up. "I can't find it!" I yell exasperated.
"Jeez," Amber says, as she stretches her body across the small space, "your no help whatsoever." She turns her head sideways as to read the titles of the books on her overflowing shelf. "Magic... creating equilibrium.... Plum facts," she mutters, her fingers stepping onto each book's spine, "Shit, where is it- There you are! Come here rascal." She then continues to shift her weight as to get better leverage for uncovering the massive book. Her toned and tanned arms artfully maneuvering the tome out from underneath a heap of bows, ribbons, and fabrics. She slams the book down on the quilt and proceeds to sit in a yoga pose I have yet to master.
"What is that thing, a dinosaur?" I accused, staring in disbelief at the old tome. It was made of a maroon, red leather, worn and beaten with age.
"Nope," Amber smiled, running her hands along the roughened edges. Her eyes seemed to twinkle. Reminding me of the look people get when reminiscing about an amusing joke. "OK, time to begin," slipping her fingers underneath the front cover, she flipped the book open and announced the title, "Tome: Th' Vintzterbechs Legend."
"Amber, isn't your last name Vintz?" I asked, this was getting a bit odd. She look up at me, smiling and winked.
"Here, let me tell you a story," was her answer.
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