Stars FromThe Moon (Preview.)

Jan 31, 2008 - 14:27 PM PST

The first chapter for your enjoyment. Tell me what you think:


Movement I.

Chapter one:

Not Quite Science Fiction.

Trees.
Fields.
Cows.
More trees.
Dessert.
Clouds.
Traffic. A lot Of Traffic.
This was the scenery outside of the bus as Issac's eyes surveyed the view, his mind composing distinct music with each new landscape they passed though. 'Twixt the sleeping and the bus transfers, this was Issac's long awaited westward odyssey. Partly, he wished for the bus to wander into a wormhole off the highway and magically get teleported to the bus stop in southern California, already. However, he also partly wished for hat same imaginary wormhole to take him back home to Ohio, or the Bahamas, or anywhere else for that matter, but alas, wormholes only exist in dramatic science fiction stories, And Isaac's life was by far not a science fiction story. Although, his beginnings where not unlike something from a fairytale. Issac's mind drifted back. He didn't know whether it was a dream he had once, or a distant memory he managed to keep hold of all these years.
Her hair was black, like his. The tears made her bronze eyes glisten in the light form the nearby headlights. Issac reached his little baby hands to grab for her hair. She pushed them away with a forced smile on her face, as she set his cradle down and prepared to do the unthinkable. "Issac, I love you. I'm doing this because I love you, Issac."A muffled car horn sounded. She began crying again, and her makeup ran. "Mommy's gotta go now, I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry." She ran off to the car as she teared up once again. Little Issac's heart stopped as the tires turned and the vehicle sped off into the night.
Issac wiped a lone tear from his cheek. His mind turned to the years that followed. A montage of firsts:
His first day of school.
His first Crush - Diana Grey (The girl who sat behind him in third grade).
His First Love- The piano.
His first song.
His first lover- Mackenzie Martin (She sat behind Diana in third grade.)
His first collage acceptance letter.
His first time away from home.
His arrival to California, and success in seemingly defying his fate.
As Issac exited the bus that afternoon, he had total control of his destiny, for once in his life. Looking back now, I don't know if it was fate that had brought Issac Murphy to us, or if it was a miraculous series of coincidences. Either way, it all started with a key.

Albert Crum was a short, fat man. He had a nearly toothless grin on his face when he handed Issac the silver key to his apartment. Despite his homely appearance, Albert had a lot going for him as the new owner and superintendent of West End Place. He had the overpowering scent of overpriced cologne that made Issac want to choke in his presence.
"Yer apartment sixteen." He said, while jotting something down on a legal pad, perhaps to seem more important. "Not a big place, but it's...um..." Albert stopped writing for a moment to find the word he was looking for. "Cozy., Yeah, cozy. So, uh, rent's four hundie a month. That includes sewer and shit like that. Maybe water too, I'll have to get back to ya on that. So Um...any questions?" Issac did not, in fact, have any questions; but if he had any , he certainly was not about to ask then, for fear of breathing in too much Calvin Klein and sneezing all over the man.
Cozy was not the word to describe apartment sixteen. Small, cramped, and empty would have been better words. Issac layed down on his new floor with his four suitcases and gym bag, closed his eyes and imagined notes floating around him, coming together to form a soothing song. When he had his inspiration, he opened up his suitcase and began to play the melody on his keyboard.
That is when he heard a voice though the went, singing along with the music. She made up her own lyrics as he played., in perfect harmony with the music. Issac smiled to himself and cleverly coined a title to the piece: Angel In The Attic...