BuryYourFlame
February 20th, 2009, 03:25 AM
Preface:
The D.A. walked into the courtroom, confident, the blue ice, deep in his iris’ already wreaking havoc among the Defense. He could feel each pair of eyes in the crowded courtroom following his black suit as he walked. If this were any other crowd of people, he would be shaking in his designer shoes, but a courtroom full of people somehow settled any nerves that he might harbor. He continued down the passage way, examining the delicate carvings of antediluvian wood in front and above him, paying no attention to the hateful glares coming from the entire right side of the room.
He was young, young enough to still cling to his good looks, while at the same time, having enough experience with people to easily bend and twist people to his point of view. The only thing about him more intimidating than his stare was his build, he was frighteningly built for his height, though not so built that people thought he should be a body builder, just enough to intimidate. As he walked his golden hair, neatly combed backwards, bounced slightly, as though it too felt the confidence surging through him. Although some tried to hide it, almost every eye in the courtroom was no focused on this one man, some out of respect, others out of hate and more still out of jealousy. He didn’t care that some people didn’t like him, he actually liked it better that way, the less people like you the less you become attached to them, the more attached to people you are, the more you are let down, that was his philosophy.
He only really started caring about what he was going to be saying to the jury about half-way down the isle. He quickly thought through everything he was going to say and every response of the defense, quite soon he saw the right things that he would have to say to get the attention of the jury and to make them believe him. He took his seat next to the various witnesses, glancing at the folder neatly placed on his desk, in plain print were the words “Blast Off”, the gallery was hushed and the trial against the “ex” arsonist, drug dealer and murderer began…
hope you like, this is my first decent attempt at novel writing xD
i have more chapters that i will put up from time to time, i am in the middle of writing so they might take a while...
another thing, i am thinking of making this chapter 1 instead of the preface...and write something different for the preface.
love you guys/girls,
Dec
The D.A. walked into the courtroom, confident, the blue ice, deep in his iris’ already wreaking havoc among the Defense. He could feel each pair of eyes in the crowded courtroom following his black suit as he walked. If this were any other crowd of people, he would be shaking in his designer shoes, but a courtroom full of people somehow settled any nerves that he might harbor. He continued down the passage way, examining the delicate carvings of antediluvian wood in front and above him, paying no attention to the hateful glares coming from the entire right side of the room.
He was young, young enough to still cling to his good looks, while at the same time, having enough experience with people to easily bend and twist people to his point of view. The only thing about him more intimidating than his stare was his build, he was frighteningly built for his height, though not so built that people thought he should be a body builder, just enough to intimidate. As he walked his golden hair, neatly combed backwards, bounced slightly, as though it too felt the confidence surging through him. Although some tried to hide it, almost every eye in the courtroom was no focused on this one man, some out of respect, others out of hate and more still out of jealousy. He didn’t care that some people didn’t like him, he actually liked it better that way, the less people like you the less you become attached to them, the more attached to people you are, the more you are let down, that was his philosophy.
He only really started caring about what he was going to be saying to the jury about half-way down the isle. He quickly thought through everything he was going to say and every response of the defense, quite soon he saw the right things that he would have to say to get the attention of the jury and to make them believe him. He took his seat next to the various witnesses, glancing at the folder neatly placed on his desk, in plain print were the words “Blast Off”, the gallery was hushed and the trial against the “ex” arsonist, drug dealer and murderer began…
hope you like, this is my first decent attempt at novel writing xD
i have more chapters that i will put up from time to time, i am in the middle of writing so they might take a while...
another thing, i am thinking of making this chapter 1 instead of the preface...and write something different for the preface.
love you guys/girls,
Dec