As some of you know I enjoy reading during my pastime. One part of reading that really intrigues me is to how the authors are able to bring the characters to life. Describing everything they see in words. It just amazes me how authors can create people, places, and stories with their intuitive geniuses. So after being so blown away by the creation of characters in stories, I thought I would give it a try. Please be gentle to judge the ensuing short story (grammar and all), but I hope you enjoy my new character Addicus Moore....
On 22nd and Rogue, Addicus Moore sat quietly in a corner of a bar called The Sundown Pub. He sat there smoking monotonously on his Oliva cigar. The inhalation of the smoke, brought on the feeling of pique to the inner membranes of his oral cavity. Holding his breath only until the call for oxygen from his involuntary need to breathe, demanded its release. The poisonous exhaust leaked into the clean air around his face, as he stared off into his nightly day dream.
Addicus Moore, in his late twenties has dark smooth hair that waves across his face falling just above his eyes that are as blue as the waters on the beaches of Cancun. His toned body gives others the thought that he must be an athlete; a runner. In reality, Addicus shudders at the word. He has always had a naturally high metabolism all his life, never exercising beyond his occasional sprint to his car in winter, as the cold bites at his flesh, causing goosebumps across his body. Addicus enjoys his life peacefully, enjoying the easy life. Especially when it comes to his gastronome tendencies, expensive and delicious foods are one of his greatest weaknesses.
As Addicus sits alone, enjoying his Guinness and cigar, he glances around the pub until his gaze falls to one corner of the pub. There his eyes fall upon Her. He has seen many beautiful women before, but there was something about this women that caught his attention. It was not her sun kissed skin, nor the dark hair that flowed to her shoulders and mirrored the movements of her head. Neither was it her crystal ivory smile that made the lights look dim in comparison. It was Her entire being that drew his attention. At that moment she was in complete equilibrium. A women whose exquisiteness that lies within her could be seen radiating around her, just as the moon is stuck in earth's orbit; there but not always seen. In that exact moment she glanced at him, pausing only for a moment. As she paused in her current conversation she looked at Addicus with a silent blandishment.
Addicus was caught, paralyzed as if he was a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck; imposing doom. Never had this feeling ever occurred to him before. As the smoke from his Oliva cigar desiccated his eyes, he saw her smile and nod, returning to her previous engagement.
Addicus looked down at his Swiss watch to find it was getting late. He took the last mouthful of remaining Guinness from his glass, took one last drag from his cigar. He extinguished the red ember end in the nearby ashtray. He had enough for the night. As he left the pub he glanced again to the location where his previous obsession had been sitting, but she was gone. With a subtle grin of disappointment he turned and opened the door to leave and as he started his way out the door he looked up and there She stood. Her Machiavellian smile gave Addicus Moore a thrill that he had never experienced before. They looked at each other for a moment and then walked down the side walk together in coversation as the dim street lights guided them on their way into the darkness of the ensuing dawn....
