Ste Letto
12-19-2002, 10:16 AM
I hope you like this. It is inspired by some of Ogilthorpe's stuff, sort of a tribute in a way. I fully intend writng at least a part 2 and 3.
Let me know if you like it, also if you have any suggestions.
Poreolight School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Part 1 (Ste Letto)
Jennifer turned her head to the right to look over her shoulder when Lynsey touched the top of her arm. "Here you go Jen," the pretty teenage girl said, handing her friend an ice-cold soda. Jennifer, looking extremely pretty and extremely hot (both literally and figuratively), reached out her slender hand, took the ice cold can and smiled broady. As she turned her head to face forward again she said a simple, chirpy "Thanks".
Long legged Lynsey came round the sofa, edged between it and the coffee table and said, "No probs." After lining herself up with the centre seat cushion, Lynsey let her weight plomp her down with a bump. Both girls giggled, then fell silent as thet sat drinking sodas on what was one of the hottest days on record. Both were first year students at Poreolight School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.
Jennifer Blaze had just turned 18. Originally from Kansas, she now lived permanently on campus at the Poreolight school. Everyone who met her was struck by her intense beauty, her emerald green eyes and her hair. Her hair really did look like flames. It shimmered, danced and moved in hypnotic waves. It seemed to glow with an inner light, a luminescence that was literally magical. Even dressed as she was today, in a simple pink Barbie T-shirt and a pair of blue cut-off jeans shorts, she looked stunning. Her perfect tan only served to magnify her beauty.
Lynsey Dream was a few months older than her friend. Her raven black hair was cut in a short, elfin bob, that matched her delicately etched face. Tall and slender, one might also say wispy, she had a delicate quality that belied her inner strength. She was like a piece of silk. She had long hands, long fingers, long feet and long toes, known for their dexterity. She was dressed similarly to her friend, lightly to cope with the hot weather. She wore a black bikini top, and a pair of grey/green shorts. Despite the long days of sun, she had alabaster skin.
Jennifer didn't even look down as she lowered her feet onto Rupert Feeble's face. Rupert was a boy who developed a crush on her when she was only 13 years old. Of course he'd been only 11 so she'd seemed very grown up to him. His family had moved to live next door to her family several years ago. When a witch reaches 13, her powers start to mature, just like her body. Jennifer had become fully aware of her powers.
The presence of an awestruck, lovestruck, luststruck boy had gone from being a novelty, to an irritation, to a nuisance to a joke. Rupert seemed to always find a way to be near her, watching her, wanting her. Jennifer slowly started to notice that when Rupert was near her, she felt more energised, more vibrant, more alert and aware. She'd asked her mother Jacklyn Blaze, a witch of long standing, who explained that a lovestruck male could enhance a witche's power and prolong her life. The right worshipper would grant her 200 years of energy, after which another would be needed as the first would be all but burnt out.
Her mother had explained how she had two worshippers at any time. One current, one former. Her current worshipper was Jennifer's father. Her past, a man she'd met long ago who made it clear he wanted to serve. When Jennifer asked where the man was, her mother had stood on one long, toned leg and slipped off her flat sandal from her right foot. There, ingrained into the innersole, was the distorted, flattened, shrunk and deformed shape of a man's face. His entire face filled the insole of her battered sandal. When Jennifer asked about the rest of him, Jacklyn turned over the shoe and showed how the rest of his body, from the neck down, was mapped onto the tread. When she'd turned the shoe back over, the man's eyes had swivelled to look at Jacklyn. Jennifer had seen such adoration in those eyes that she'd found it hard to breathe. The man siled, her mother smiled back, then she reached out to caress the leathery, sweat ingrained insole of her shoe with her finger, before popping the sandal back on her foot.
Let me know if you like it, also if you have any suggestions.
Poreolight School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Part 1 (Ste Letto)
Jennifer turned her head to the right to look over her shoulder when Lynsey touched the top of her arm. "Here you go Jen," the pretty teenage girl said, handing her friend an ice-cold soda. Jennifer, looking extremely pretty and extremely hot (both literally and figuratively), reached out her slender hand, took the ice cold can and smiled broady. As she turned her head to face forward again she said a simple, chirpy "Thanks".
Long legged Lynsey came round the sofa, edged between it and the coffee table and said, "No probs." After lining herself up with the centre seat cushion, Lynsey let her weight plomp her down with a bump. Both girls giggled, then fell silent as thet sat drinking sodas on what was one of the hottest days on record. Both were first year students at Poreolight School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.
Jennifer Blaze had just turned 18. Originally from Kansas, she now lived permanently on campus at the Poreolight school. Everyone who met her was struck by her intense beauty, her emerald green eyes and her hair. Her hair really did look like flames. It shimmered, danced and moved in hypnotic waves. It seemed to glow with an inner light, a luminescence that was literally magical. Even dressed as she was today, in a simple pink Barbie T-shirt and a pair of blue cut-off jeans shorts, she looked stunning. Her perfect tan only served to magnify her beauty.
Lynsey Dream was a few months older than her friend. Her raven black hair was cut in a short, elfin bob, that matched her delicately etched face. Tall and slender, one might also say wispy, she had a delicate quality that belied her inner strength. She was like a piece of silk. She had long hands, long fingers, long feet and long toes, known for their dexterity. She was dressed similarly to her friend, lightly to cope with the hot weather. She wore a black bikini top, and a pair of grey/green shorts. Despite the long days of sun, she had alabaster skin.
Jennifer didn't even look down as she lowered her feet onto Rupert Feeble's face. Rupert was a boy who developed a crush on her when she was only 13 years old. Of course he'd been only 11 so she'd seemed very grown up to him. His family had moved to live next door to her family several years ago. When a witch reaches 13, her powers start to mature, just like her body. Jennifer had become fully aware of her powers.
The presence of an awestruck, lovestruck, luststruck boy had gone from being a novelty, to an irritation, to a nuisance to a joke. Rupert seemed to always find a way to be near her, watching her, wanting her. Jennifer slowly started to notice that when Rupert was near her, she felt more energised, more vibrant, more alert and aware. She'd asked her mother Jacklyn Blaze, a witch of long standing, who explained that a lovestruck male could enhance a witche's power and prolong her life. The right worshipper would grant her 200 years of energy, after which another would be needed as the first would be all but burnt out.
Her mother had explained how she had two worshippers at any time. One current, one former. Her current worshipper was Jennifer's father. Her past, a man she'd met long ago who made it clear he wanted to serve. When Jennifer asked where the man was, her mother had stood on one long, toned leg and slipped off her flat sandal from her right foot. There, ingrained into the innersole, was the distorted, flattened, shrunk and deformed shape of a man's face. His entire face filled the insole of her battered sandal. When Jennifer asked about the rest of him, Jacklyn turned over the shoe and showed how the rest of his body, from the neck down, was mapped onto the tread. When she'd turned the shoe back over, the man's eyes had swivelled to look at Jacklyn. Jennifer had seen such adoration in those eyes that she'd found it hard to breathe. The man siled, her mother smiled back, then she reached out to caress the leathery, sweat ingrained insole of her shoe with her finger, before popping the sandal back on her foot.