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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 11:47 am
"You don't know what I'm capable of... ♫ >_< I can't write poetry, not very well at least xD And I simply cant write short stories either xD So what can I write? NOVELS! xD
I love novels, and I've managed to write 7 chapters of a story before giving it up. I would give examples, but we'd be here for days xD
I must say though, all these poems I've read on this thread are so creative <3 I love any kind of literature, good luck to all the writers here in this Guild! ♫ You don't know what I've done!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 6:06 pm
ah i'll try, ive been meaning to write this story....I'll give all I got right now,
It was raining.
I sat there on the uncomfortable bus seat, watching the drizzle evaporate quick, it was warm rain. I listened to my I-pod, drowsing, like any other day, the annoying shallow group in the back behind me, I was late today, thus I was left a seat 3 seats behind my usual, seat 7. Adam was ranting to the group of girls, as usual, I always wondered why everyone liked him so much. He was one of the biggest jerks I ever knew. One day he actually had the nerve to grab a piece of gum and put it on my hat. The a**. He should really get a life. Always saying how much better he is than everyone else, and yet he seems so meek and more like a inconvenience than a actual person. He did say that he was probably the coolest person on the bus,
"Oh come on! Besides me, Kyle, Sam, and Curtis, everyone on this bus is a loser!"
I remember him ranting after being told to come to the front again, he had punched that 6th grader, Sean I think his name was.
I wasn't gonna take that, not anymore.
"Why do you think your so much better?"
I had said meekly.
He was bewildered.
"Oh? well all you do is sleep! It was so easy putting that piece of gum on your head."
I touched the stain on my hat meekly, then I was furious.
"You have no idea what the hell your talking about!"
He had a puzzled, mocking look on his half-visible face. Adam was a slightly cubby kid, yet he was lanky. He wore a red jacket, open with An Afi shirt on, and ripped jeans. His brown fluffed hair covered half of his lightly freckled face. Just looking at him screamed 'Suicide' to me. I wish he would.
I went on,
"My Dad is dead, My brother is a druggie, My sister is disowned, My sister is in denial, My mom works 3rd shift, that's the one that's up all night in case you didn't know, and I can't sleep at night. tell me,"
I grabbed his ratty old coat by the collar,
"Would you be sleeping if you had to deal with those thoughts every day?"
and I slapped him.
He never even looked at me again.
I regretted this eventually, though no consequence came to me though it.
I really am a weak geeky kid.
I am Jessi. Jessi Thom Esail.
and I was in for the most unusual thing to happen to me ever.
Thats all I can muster now.... Im shaking from doing that....strange really.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:33 pm
.J.A.P. "You don't know what I'm capable of... ♫ >_< I can't write poetry, not very well at least xD And I simply cant write short stories either xD So what can I write? NOVELS! xD
I love novels, and I've managed to write 7 chapters of a story before giving it up. I would give examples, but we'd be here for days xD
I must say though, all these poems I've read on this thread are so creative <3 I love any kind of literature, good luck to all the writers here in this Guild! ♫ You don't know what I've done!"
I would love to read.
3nodding
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 2:35 am
"You don't know what I'm capable of... ♫ ><;; Well...okay, I'll think up something random now!
I usually write in third person, but there are times when I write in first O_o It's kind of hard, but fun xD
Okay, let's see what I can think of:
She fell to her knees as she caught her breath. She knew she couldn't stay here for much longer, They would catch her otherwise, and that was something that would simply cause her some inconvenience.
She liked the chase, it was addictive, just like the addiction of Assassination.
It was just another Monday for her, running through the inner streets of Fremantle, sliding through crowds of people searching for something new to add to their meaningless lives. She would sometimes stop to watch the ocean flow, or children run around unaware of the dangers that could come to them. She felt sorry for them, children were so weak and so innocent...
Kalira made it her career to be an Assassin. But not just any old assassin, she destroyed the ones that mutilated children and teenagers lives, like rapists and murderers, she hates them. To inflict such pain onto a minor is a disgusting thing, she thought, they do not need to grow up so fast, there needs to be no more of this horrid nightmare.
At only 16, it was considered to be too young to handle guns and knives, or even to kill a person, but she knew she was different. She sees the world differently from others, she feels others emotions strongly. She is the kind of hero that would do anything for a child's safety and sanity.
But, she had become quite well known after a few problems with gangs in Northbridge, so any member from any gang that caught and killed her, would be prized beyond any other. She has been lucky so far, she has only taken 3 shots; one in her leg and two in her shoulder. But she is strong, all she has now are scars that remind her of that chase, she would look back and smile.
Police, though, have never realised what she was doing, she just seemed to be an innocent girl that seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, they never knew she has a gun hidden inside her bra, never knew about the chain around her waist that's used to hang those who find out her identity...they know nothing about Kalira.
Kalira works for no one. She has no friends. She just has sources.
But, sometimes things just don't go your way...
If only she'd looked behind her only moments ago, she might have survived the attack.
Turn on the television right now, you will see what the 6 o'clock News has for they're latest report:
"Kalira Mackenzi, 16, was brutally murdered today on the corners of Hay and Barrack street in Perth City this afternoon at 4:25pm, it is believed that she had gotten involved in a gang that emersed themselves into sacrificial practices and attempted to stop them from murdering two 11 year old girls, but was publicly gunned down in front of over 100 witnesses. It was believed that 18 shots were fired..."
Let me tell you a secret...
Kalira didn't die that day, someone else did, just with her ID. That other 16 year old girl was a sneak, the one who'd told that Tribal Gang of her existence...
She will live on to destroy those who harm children and teenagers, she will make sure those who cause their pain and suicide will be eradicated...
I hope you don't become one of those people, because your future doesn't look bright...
Edit: O_O Zomg...short story...I have never written one in my LIFE [successfully that is xD] =O It must be the inspiration seeping through me from all the other talented people! THANK YOU!!♫ You don't know what I've done!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 8:57 pm
Ive been looking it over, and think I'm gonna revamp it, BIG TIME.....
Like tottaly flipped but same surcumstances...
eh I'll see what happenes.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:57 pm
JessiDlux93 ah i'll try, ive been meaning to write this story....I'll give all I got right now, It was raining. I sat there on the uncomfortable bus seat, watching the drizzle evaporate quick, it was warm rain. I listened to my I-pod, drowsing, like any other day, the annoying shallow group in the back behind me, I was late today, thus I was left a seat 3 seats behind my usual, seat 7. Adam was ranting to the group of girls, as usual, I always wondered why everyone liked him so much. He was one of the biggest jerks I ever knew. One day he actually had the nerve to grab a piece of gum and put it on my hat. The a**. He should really get a life. Always saying how much better he is than everyone else, and yet he seems so meek and more like a inconvenience than a actual person. He did say that he was probably the coolest person on the bus, "Oh come on! Besides me, Kyle, Sam, and Curtis, everyone on this bus is a loser!" I remember him ranting after being told to come to the front again, he had punched that 6th grader, Sean I think his name was. I wasn't gonna take that, not anymore. "Why do you think your so much better?" I had said meekly. He was bewildered. "Oh? well all you do is sleep! It was so easy putting that piece of gum on your head." I touched the stain on my hat meekly, then I was furious. "You have no idea what the hell your talking about!" He had a puzzled, mocking look on his half-visible face. Adam was a slightly cubby kid, yet he was lanky. He wore a red jacket, open with An Afi shirt on, and ripped jeans. His brown fluffed hair covered half of his lightly freckled face. Just looking at him screamed 'Suicide' to me. I wish he would. I went on, "My Dad is dead, My brother is a druggie, My sister is disowned, My sister is in denial, My mom works 3rd shift, that's the one that's up all night in case you didn't know, and I can't sleep at night. tell me," I grabbed his ratty old coat by the collar, "Would you be sleeping if you had to deal with those thoughts every day?" and I slapped him. He never even looked at me again. I regretted this eventually, though no consequence came to me though it. I really am a weak geeky kid. I am Jessi. Jessi Thom Esail. and I was in for the most unusual thing to happen to me ever. Thats all I can muster now.... Im shaking from doing that....strange really. i love it so far
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:37 pm
0Jackie0 JessiDlux93 ah i'll try, ive been meaning to write this story....I'll give all I got right now, It was raining. I sat there on the uncomfortable bus seat, watching the drizzle evaporate quick, it was warm rain. I listened to my I-pod, drowsing, like any other day, the annoying shallow group in the back behind me, I was late today, thus I was left a seat 3 seats behind my usual, seat 7. Adam was ranting to the group of girls, as usual, I always wondered why everyone liked him so much. He was one of the biggest jerks I ever knew. One day he actually had the nerve to grab a piece of gum and put it on my hat. The a**. He should really get a life. Always saying how much better he is than everyone else, and yet he seems so meek and more like a inconvenience than a actual person. He did say that he was probably the coolest person on the bus, "Oh come on! Besides me, Kyle, Sam, and Curtis, everyone on this bus is a loser!" I remember him ranting after being told to come to the front again, he had punched that 6th grader, Sean I think his name was. I wasn't gonna take that, not anymore. "Why do you think your so much better?" I had said meekly. He was bewildered. "Oh? well all you do is sleep! It was so easy putting that piece of gum on your head." I touched the stain on my hat meekly, then I was furious. "You have no idea what the hell your talking about!" He had a puzzled, mocking look on his half-visible face. Adam was a slightly cubby kid, yet he was lanky. He wore a red jacket, open with An Afi shirt on, and ripped jeans. His brown fluffed hair covered half of his lightly freckled face. Just looking at him screamed 'Suicide' to me. I wish he would. I went on, "My Dad is dead, My brother is a druggie, My sister is disowned, My sister is in denial, My mom works 3rd shift, that's the one that's up all night in case you didn't know, and I can't sleep at night. tell me," I grabbed his ratty old coat by the collar, "Would you be sleeping if you had to deal with those thoughts every day?" and I slapped him. He never even looked at me again. I regretted this eventually, though no consequence came to me though it. I really am a weak geeky kid. I am Jessi. Jessi Thom Esail. and I was in for the most unusual thing to happen to me ever. Thats all I can muster now.... Im shaking from doing that....strange really. i love it so far Thank you!!! heart
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 7:03 pm
JessiDlux93 Chapter 1 part 1 It was raining. I sat there on the uncomfortable bus seat, watching the drizzle evaporate quick, it was warm rain. I listened to my I-pod, drowsing, like any other day, the annoying shallow group in the back behind me, I was late today, thus I was left a seat 3 seats behind my usual, seat 7. Adam was ranting to the group of girls, as usual, I always wondered why everyone liked him so much. He was one of the biggest jerks I ever knew. One day he actually had the nerve to grab a piece of gum and put it on my hat. The a**. He should really get a life. Always saying how much better he is than everyone else, and yet he seems so meek and more like a inconvenience than a actual person. He did say that he was probably the coolest person on the bus, "Oh come on! Besides me, Kyle, Sam, and Curtis, everyone on this bus is a loser!" I remember him ranting after being told to come to the front again, he had punched that 6th grader, Sean I think his name was. I wasn't gonna take that, not anymore. "Why do you think your so much better?" I had said meekly. He was bewildered. "Oh? well all you do is sleep! It was so easy putting that piece of gum on your head." I touched the stain on my hat meekly, then I was furious. "You have no idea what the hell your talking about!" He had a puzzled, mocking look on his half-visible face. Adam was a slightly cubby kid, yet he was lanky. He wore a red jacket, open with An Afi shirt on, and ripped jeans. His brown fluffed hair covered half of his lightly freckled face. Just looking at him screamed 'Suicide' to me. I wish he would. I went on, "My Dad is dead, My brother is a druggie, My sister is disowned, My sister is in denial, My mom works 3rd shift, that's the one that's up all night in case you didn't know, and I can't sleep at night. tell me," I grabbed his ratty old coat by the collar, "Would you be sleeping if you had to deal with those thoughts every day?" and I slapped him. He never even looked at me again. I regretted this eventually, though no consequence came to me though it. I really am a weak geeky kid. I am Jessi. Jessi Thom Esail. and I was in for the most unusual thing to happen to me ever. Chapter 1 Part 2 We rode further and Curtis got up, a sweet guy, he always was kind to everyone and was a awsome person to know. He pushed though with his huge baritone sax, bumping into numerous people, then saying sorry. He had a way of making me giggle just be being this kind. Just seemed unusual cause' everyone else is typically an a** hole. I continued to look out at the fields of wet wheat grass and trees, I Hated being in Wisconsin. This hick state, stereotypes itself. I remember my dad, Who was born in Maryland, but lived most of his life in Texas, saying, "When I finally agreed to move up here with your mom, all the guys at the bars would poke fun at me for being from Texas. They would say, 'Oh lookit y'all, hick boy wants to play pool wit' us!' or things of the order, I always thought, 'and they call me hick?'" I miss him and regret ever letting him think I didn't love him. We rode further more kids getting off, Ashley, Hannah, Chris, Sam, I finally saw Jazz get off and started to get my stuff together and turned down my I-pod. I sat up straight and no longer leant against the window. I then heard the two preps who were more like Adams 'posse' say something to me. "Hey, Hey, What's her name?" "uh....Jessi I think." "Yo! Jessi!" "What?" I said with a glare. I hated these two, I had been at many the butt of their cruel jokes as well. "Don't you like Adam?" I had heard this one before. I decided to play a new card today. "Yeah. But that's cause he's my cousin." The retards exchanged glances and asked Adam if this was true. "Adam! are you her cousin?" "Who's....oh No!" "He says you're not his cousin." "oh The a*****e? Naw I thought you were referring to my cousin Adam. Be more," and we reached my stop and I leant into their seat as I got up, and lowered my eyelids to a lustful glare " specific." I got them on this cause the way this 'wordplay' goes is, They ask me, I say no, Then they usually come out with 'oh so you don't like that friend of yours?' I had a good high school friend of the same name. And then I say 'oh I thought you meant him.' and they giggle and say "Oh sorry I shoulda been more specific!" I still have no clue why this was funny to them.
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