Fan Fiction

Fight or Flight *completed*

by vietnies

Forewords

The tale is of a character so wrought with indecision and so emotionally unstable that she partakes in a relationship that costs her something that could have been much more valuable. So, forewarning, it's not a completely happy story, but not completely depressing either. The title stems from the struggle of instinct and rationality, of id versus ego. Casts include:

Charamine Sheh: age 19, member of Blue Devils Marching Band and Pageantry Corps; plays trumpet; was a student at UCLA majoring in music theory and joined the marching band for the summer; always been a kind of a tomboyish character, but lately has tried to change her behavior to fit into societal obstacles...

Chilam Cheung: age 20, drum major for the Blue Devils as well; been within the band since 19 years old; studies music composition and piano performance at Long Beach University; surfs in his free time; is a long time poet and writer; goes against every convention and appears to be genuine and sincere...

Kevin Cheng: age 21, tuba player for Blue Devils; very charismatic and charming; very well-spoken; friendly to all; very affectionate, which at times can become overwhelming to others; plays tennis on a regular basis; self-assured and confident but seems to be distrustful; plans to be an English teacher and band director at his old alma mater, mayor for his town, and an astronaut... yeah... he's something else...

other characters may make guest appearances, but will not be revealed at this time. forewarning, this is my first fanfiction and so may be horridly stupid, but please bare with me. if not...i understand. thanks for your time anyways. =D

Inspired by a poem by Ries Murphy:
Bring me fortune, on
thy wings!
Pray, dear Dreamcloth, pray,
bring it hither.

Tell me of a far of island
rising out—
a greem pillar, crowned in mist,
robed in the Caspion Sea,
Sandals of Froth,
Fish caught in His homes
below.

Tell me of the Paradise,
of a person in a sunset, of
a bird in a tree,
on a branch.

Sing, o Dreamcloth!
Tell me of forgotten times!
Of boys and stones, of
Clouds on Mountain Tops
Of crackling flame
Tell me, o Dreamcloth,
of the travels!
Tell me of your Flutter!
Of the ripples of your
Fabric as you pass
Through the wind!
Telling children of good things,
of frightful things
DEFEATED.
Of Clouds in the sea, of Islands
of mist.

Sing to me, Dreamcloth, as
you blanket the night,
with dewglitter glass blades
and stars sprinkled.
Swallow the cloth of fear,
Billow over the Chidlren’s heads
Dreamcloth, tell me.
Dreamcloth, I am here.