His body snaps up violently as he coughs out the white substance. Hands begin to hammer at his back, forcing him to crouch down while more snow pours out from his mouth and gathers up into tiny hills. He breathes in deeply when the snow finally stops its flow. Black dots gather at the edges of his eyes as his body falls onto its side. Then all is calm. He hears nothing other than the sound of his own weak, shallow breathing.
Did he imagine the voice?
“A-are you okay?” A young voice breaks the silence. He brings himself up then, after nodding lightly in response, drops back open-armed into the snow. His eyes are still closed, and he is too tired to force them open. His mind spins and aches without an end.
“Ah…ah…”
“Does your head hurt?” He nods again, moaning a little this time when the pain hits. “This is why you shouldn’t eat snow. It’s just like eating ice cream: you get brain freezes.” “Brain…freezes?” He rubs the side of his head with utter annoyance. “Yeah! I always have them when I eat a second popsicle…Then mom knows I stole one without her permission and I get into trouble-”
“Pop…sicle? Ice…cream?” The unfamiliar words slur when he repeats them. The headaches are still coming strong. “What, you don’t what they are? But you-” The voice pauses. He then hears footsteps shifting from side to side, as if to examine him closer. “You look like an adult. An older teen, at least. Why don’t you know what an ‘ice cream’ is?” “Ugh….” He curls up into a ball. The pain is unbearable.
“Where do you live?” The voice asks. “Or do you sleep on the streets? I mean, you look clean n’ stuff so…maybe not?” “I…” He sits up, eyes still closed. “I…don’t…know.” “Gee golly.” The voice considers his response.
Slowly, he opens his eyes and peers up. There, half-kneeing in the snow, a young boy meets his graze with his own pair of bright brown eyes. Messy streaks of dark-colored hair ruffle back as the youngster gives a warming smile.
“There you are! You have pretty eyes, mister.”
~~~~~~~~ Still working out the story. But in the meantime, have some dialogues.
“Does your head hurt?” He nods again, moaning a little this time when the pain hits. “This is why you shouldn’t eat snow. It’s just like eating ice cream: you get brain freezes.” “Brain…freezes?” He rubs the side of his head with utter annoyance. “Yeah! I always have them when I eat a second popsicle…Then mom knows I stole one without her permission and I get into trouble-”
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Slowly, he opens his eyes and peers up. There, half-kneeing in the snow, a young boy meets his graze with his own pair of bright brown eyes. Messy streaks of dark-colored hair ruffle back as the youngster gives a warming smile.
“There you are! You have pretty eyes, mister.”
~~~~~~~~ Still working out the story. But in the meantime, have some dialogues.
1. Yes, pleez, he's scaring me 2. I think I like this guy already. 3. Now I want to see his eyes just cuz. 4. I'm intrigued!! ^.^ This is really well-written! I'm looking forward to more!
I might go reread that since we know that the voice is a male.
Same. Before we saw it was a guy I couldn't decide if the speech-pattern was more male or female, so it came out sounding like a mix of Batman and my own voice in my head.
I might go reread that since we know that the voice is a male.
Same. Before we saw it was a guy I couldn't decide if the speech-pattern was more male or female, so it came out sounding like a mix of Batman and my own voice in my head.
I might go reread that since we know that the voice is a male.
Same. Before we saw it was a guy I couldn't decide if the speech-pattern was more male or female, so it came out sounding like a mix of Batman and my own voice in my head.
Two things went through my head: 1. Batman? 2. Which Batman?
Same. Before we saw it was a guy I couldn't decide if the speech-pattern was more male or female, so it came out sounding like a mix of Batman and my own voice in my head.
Same. Before we saw it was a guy I couldn't decide if the speech-pattern was more male or female, so it came out sounding like a mix of Batman and my own voice in my head.
Two things went through my head: 1. Batman? 2. Which Batman?
Why is it so weird for Batman's voice to be in my head when I'm reading the lines of a mysterious stranger whose gender of which we had no clue to at the time?? I dunno, the Lego Batman Movie-Batman, I suppose.
Two things went through my head: 1. Batman? 2. Which Batman?
Why is it so weird for Batman's voice to be in my head when I'm reading the lines of a mysterious stranger whose gender of which we had no clue to at the time?? I dunno, the Lego Batman Movie-Batman, I suppose.
I don't know. You could of done Anakin Skywalker. Ah.
Why is it so weird for Batman's voice to be in my head when I'm reading the lines of a mysterious stranger whose gender of which we had no clue to at the time?? I dunno, the Lego Batman Movie-Batman, I suppose.
I don't know. You could of done Anakin Skywalker. Ah.
I believe Anakin Skywalker's voice is decidedly male. It's a little harder to tell with Batman.
I believe Anakin Skywalker's voice is decidedly male. It's a little harder to tell with Batman.
And Batman isn’t?
What, you don't think a woman can sound that raspy? And anyway, the word "man" is in the word "woman" -- maybe Batman's actually a woman who took out the "wo" and replaced it with "Bat"-- --Actually, no, that's too weird and creepy, even for Batman.
What, you don't think a woman can sound that raspy? And anyway, the word "man" is in the word "woman" -- maybe Batman's actually a woman who took out the "wo" and replaced it with "Bat"-- --Actually, no, that's too weird and creepy, even for Batman.
Bruce Wayne (a male, thank you very much. ) is Batman. Have you seen nothing?
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