Oriphiel

Hey, i'm back! Lately I've been reading other member's journals, and have noticed that many of them have some very good writing beyond just reviews. Stories, poetry, all very well-made and a pleasure to read. I figured that I may as well try my hand at it, too. Worst case scenario, if my writing is awful, at least you'll all have something to laugh at for awhile! Anyway, let's get to it. I've decided to go with a Western, because I grew up watching the old Spaghetti flicks and have always wanted to write one of my own (and yes, before you ask, my story is going to be very cheesy, over-dramatic, and super-violent. I'm going for authenticity here!). And since I'm terrible at coming up with names (with the name of this journal as a prime example), I'll just call it "A Western" for now. I'll probably update it weekly, putting up one section at a time. Well, here goes...

A Western

Every now and then, a person is born who doesn’t quite fit in with life, yet can’t stand to embrace death. Often, they spend their time in amusement and distraction, whittling away the moments of their life in a noble selfishness. Others, upon seeing a world that displeases them, resolve to shape it into a figure that is more to their liking. Rachel Kay, ever the outcast, couldn’t lay claim to either lifestyle, being too ambitious to let her life simply pass by, and being too cynical and self-doubting to believe that the world could ever truly be changed by her hand. If you’re curious as to what became of her, then know that her life was of the sort that is remembered not for it’s length, but in awe of the astonishing violence therein. It is quite a story, but before it is told I must mention one thing; in this story, Rachel Kay is the villain.

As a young girl, Rachel spent her days in the same fashion that most all uneducated children in the times of the “wild west” did; every day was three meals, with many chores in between. Of course, even the strictest parents with the most unforgiving schedules can’t keep their children from finding ways to slip away. Whenever Rachel found such laxity in her parent’s attentiveness, she’d escape to the world outside, chasing the local wildlife and rolling down hills with a simple sense of excitement. And when the evening came, and she fell asleep in her simple yet comfortable bed, her thoughts raced with the powers that dreams oft grant them. And in these dreams she was something grand, a gallant hero who travelled around the world in search of adventure.

Rachel’s dreams became much more animated after Lady Fate provided her with a firearm. It should be noted here that, as Rachel had no friends of her own beyond the association by proxy that all children in a small town share, she had created her own. Her name was, in point of fact, “Lady Fate”, and she was both an imaginary friend and enemy. If something good happened, Rachel would see her there, pulling the strings of destiny in her favor. Likewise, she was also the laughing devil behind all of Rachel’s misfortunes. It was during one of her “good” streaks that she delivered a gun into Rachel’s hands.

At this time, Rachel had slipped away from her parents, and was rolling down a hill outside of town. As she reached the bottom and stopped, she looked up to see none other than Lady Fate, standing tall and drumming her fingers on her hips. She gave Rachel a wide smile, and said “Come on, little chalk. I’ve found somethin’ real keen for you.” “What is it?” answered Rachel. “Well, would you rather have a gift, or a surprise?” “A surprise!” “Then I can’t tell you! Now come on.” The two walked off towards a hill in the distance, with Lady Fate leading the way. Suddenly, Rachel stopped.

She remembered how Lady Fate had tricked her so many times before, and refused to fall victim to her schemes. Lady Fate noticed that she had stopped, and turned around to face her. “What’s wrong, Rachel?” she asked. Rachel shook her head. “Oh, you’re not still mad about the thing with the fire, are you?” she asked with a sly smile and a slight tone of chiding disbelief. Rachel nodded her head angrily. Lady Fate took on a sympathetic expression, saying “Oh sweety, I didn’t want to get you scolded, but I simply had to. The web of fate is spun so intricately; if you stare unmoving at one tiny thread, you’ll never see where that thread leads, and how it connects to the rest of the mess.” Rachel continued to stare angrily at her, though she now took on more of a blank expression. Lady Fate sighed, and said “Well, I suppose I could tell you about breaking eggs to make omelettes, but I’m sure it’d be lost on you.” Rachel narrowed her eyes and ignored Lady Fate, saying “You laughed at me. When I got caught.” Lady Fate shrugged and smiled. “Well, if you absolutely have to do something, you may as well enjoy yourself while you do it. I’m a silver-lined girl, you know.”

Rachel had grown tired of Lady Fate’s incoherence, and turned to leave. Lady Fate quickly spoke up, saying “Now, Rachel, I know you don’t trust me, but I promise you that if you follow me, you’ll have the happiest moment of your life. Within reason, anyway.” Rachel kept walking. “I know about your dreams, little chalk. I know that you’re not satisfied with doing chores and rolling down hills.” Rachel stopped. “You want to be a something grand, don’t you? A legend?” Turning to face her, Rachel smiled. “There we go,” said Lady Fate. She smiled back at Rachel, and said “Well, today is the day that your dreams come true. If you follow me, that is.” Rachel eyed her suspiciously, saying “And I won’t get into trouble?” Lady Fate laughed, and replied “Oh honey, you’ll be trouble.”