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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:40 pm
Place your stories that you have written here, so other people can enjoy your work.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 2:42 pm
Repetitive Life
The same faces I see everyday, the same people I talk to everyday. My life just a revolving wheel that never ends, just continually goes around and around everyday. Always on the go, doing something for someone else, normally never for myself. Though it might benefit me in the end, it benefits more to someone else. Work in this class and work in this class, over piling my mind, with education each day.
I enter hoping for something new to happen, just for anything, but it never happens. I go take off the same clothes, empty the same bag, and grab the same books. Walk to the same spot, here the same things, and talk to the same people. I look around seeing, thinking, and hoping the same things. Finally deciding to continue on one’s boring life, I walk to the same class. Sit there, zoning in and out, while the teacher who I highly look up to talks and tries to teach us, with the vast knowledge that she knows. The class seems to go by slowly, as I am mostly silent through most of it. Finally this class creeps by and is done, and I leave, to go to the next class.
I meet the same person; I spend most of my time with here. One who knows me, but doesn’t truly understand me inside. One person I feel comfortable with, but to, I wonder about her sometimes. We go off to the class, where I see the teacher, who I see is very knowledgeable but I always questions his doings, and his body language. For I have a way to read people, and I always get odd senses. This class one that I find enjoyable goes by, as I am somewhat ignored, but though acknowledge I am there. The one moments of my life, I seem to enjoy, all I hear around me is deep complaining. I wonder how people find this so bad, but then again I am surrounded by people with small attention spans. I grab my instrument to play, no matter what it is and if it even sounds right I play. This class is one that seems to go by fast to me, but slow to others.
Now off to what is supposed to be my break, but is more of a boring hell, slowly ticking by. I finally drop off my materials, and grab my nutrients for the day. Walking up to meet, and talk to the same people once again. I sit there in silent, listening, but not joining for I don’t entirely fit in with this group. I get questioned on my silence from the one boy, who I can’t even grasp why he talks to me in the first place. I answer something to hush him of his thoughts, so I can go off to thinking. This experience seems to go by rather slowly. Finally after everyone has received there nutrients we head up to the silent room. Where I am most likely filling my mind with more education, cause there never seems to be anything better to do. I do my work, as though it appears I am not aware of what is around me, but my sober virtues are very alert. People come and go and talk, no one really bothers with me, that much, I don’t mind. Some stand out to me more than others in this room. Some I don’t understand and honestly don’t bother with, some I trust, and keep an eye on, and then some that always just remain there in the back of my mind.
Then I enter the class, I don’t find all the interesting, but seem to be the only person who pays attention. The teacher might not be the greatest, but from his eyes, I can see he tries really hard. So I try my best to pay attention, for he only seems to be talking to me half the time. He slowly teaches the lesson, as I try to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth, I can notice though he might be saying one thing, but by his eyes he is thinking another. This class I do most of my thinking, if I am not distracted by ones talking to me and keeping me off topic. This class goes extremely fast, depending on what we are doing. The only one who seems to understand me most in the class, but not entirely is the one who sits at the front, thinking of other things to himself, all day. We look to each other in an eye of understand, and adult to adult conversation without talk. For others I know and talk to in the class, are the ones that keep my life amusing, and not so stressful. This class soon ends, and off to more work.
I enter the class; I must take to enhance my knowledge in my future career. This class is one that is interesting and always opens for new surprises. I go and sit down and get prepared for the hour long note, or whatever the unique teacher has in mind today. I sit in that class almost like a mindless zombie, just soaking in the words, that fly out of the teachers mouth, hoping to understand them, and somehow comprehend them down on this paper in front of me. I eye someone in this class from time to time, but knowing nothing will ever happen. I notice recently this person eyeing me back, I think of it, but don’t take much account in this action. Finally this class ends and I am free to my home.
I go and pack my bag, which is normally over flowing of work, this work is so much, and I strain my back everyday carrying this load. I go on the nice quiet walk home, where then I walk in greeted to an empty home, not fully empty, for there are the animals, the ones that are there to love me, there ones I understand. I give them the attention they seek, give them there needs, then I am off to do my work. I do this for however long it takes, and if I am lucky able to squeeze in some relaxing moments for myself.
The only moments I seem to give to myself in this busy world, is when the time my head hits the pillow, and I get to go off and dream about the life I wish my was. The one that was less stressful, more easy going, there was more peace, and that more of the people around me where happy. One were all people were appreciated, and less work was assigned. A world where everyone has someone, someone to turn to, to trust, to honour, to get advice from. A world, where your whole life is good, not only just the future ahead of you. Where people can be themselves, and not have to protect themselves from the world around them.
Oh what a life that would be, and then I soon to awake from the annoying sounds of the blaring alarm clock, to relive this nightmare all over again, the same way everyday, until finally something comes and changes it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 10:49 am
"I'm bored."
"Ditto."
"Moi trois."
"WHAT??"
"That's French for me three, right?"
"Yes... And you started speaking French WHEN?"
"When you people started doing it ALL THE TIME."
"Oh yeah... Hey, Jack what are you planning on doing with that dart??"
"NOTHING!"
"Raise your hand if you believe him."
"Criket cricket."
"Not necessary Will. Noelle, it's your turn to choose the activity."
"Pretty Pretty Princess!"
"NOOOOO!!!"
"NONO!! You have to choose something we all want to do!"
"But we've done everything else! You choose something Anna! YOU'RE in charge!"
"HA! As if you act like it when it's not convienent!"
"FINE! I"LL CLEAN MY ROOM, JUST STOP!!"
"Ummm... Jack, what was Will going on about?"
"He stayed up too late trying to think up another plan to take over the world. He's not very far either... Pssh. All you have to do is take the world's supply of gold and hold it ransom in exchange for leadership. And if there's a country that doesn't have gold. BRIBE THEM WITH IT."
"You've really thought this through, haven't you."
"You can't share a room with Will and not pick up a few things. His problem is he won't use his brain and figure out that you need to use NINJAS to get the gold."
"Hey Noelle, want to watch a movie?"
"Yeah, that sounds good, just no LOTR."
"Fine, how about..."
"Did I say something weird, cause now I'm the only one left..."
Basically a conversation between me and my siblings, but with name changes. I trailed off the second to last sentance because they're walking off and because I couldn't thinking of anything.
There are four people, Anna, Will, Jack, and Noelle.
You can choose who said what, as this is a kind of writing style that uses only dialouge.
Yay me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 3:56 pm
This is a part of my story called Twins of Change. Phell and his sister Aniya are shapeshifters that were separated when their parents, Lunaria and Oddarc divorced. Oddarc abuses Phell often, even as a child, and this is a flashback for Phell.
Phell sat outside on the front step watching the rain hit the ground, forming a small “lake” around the smoking fire in the center of the village. Phell’s red, demon eyes were like the pond; streaming and filled with the transparent tears of an eight-year-old boy.
“Why won’t you let me in Father?” Phell cried up into the heavens.
“You are a demon. Do the rules of our village mean nothing to you?” Oddarc’s voice bellowed from behind the large oaken door.
The thunder that came next shook the mountains to the east and left the shape-shifter boy terrified. Lightning illuminated his pale face and thin frame. Phell pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, trying to keep warm against the cold, wet rain that the wind threw at him.
“Father, you know that thunder scares me…don’t you love me, as a father would a son?”
“You are a creature of darkness, though you take the form of a boy. Your sister is more human than you!”
The boy’s eyes welled up with tears, overflowing as he tried to remember the days before his parents became divorced. Aniya was his older, twin sister; a being of light. She was light and he was dark; an angel to counter the demon.
Thunder cackled off in the distance and the boy jumped, shaking from head to toe.
Maybe I don’t have to go in. Maybe he just has to come out. The boy looked down at his left hand and at the glove that covered the symbol of darkness. Better yet…. Phell grasped the yin-yang necklace dangling from a strip of leather about his neck. The demon yanked it off and felt his body change. This was different from his normal transformations however. His hands and feet pulsed. The boy looked down to find large claws in the place of his hands and feet. Black leathery wings sprouted form his back that encompassed him in a dark cocoon. His body scaled over and grew to an outrageous size. Phell now looked like a dragon that was controlled by Death himself. The demon’s eyes wandered across the village before coming to rest and glare at Oddarc’s front door.
Green fire erupted from his jaws, burning through the door and nearly catching the man’s arm. Other villagers cautiously opened their doors at the crackling of the flames. Many of them grabbed their guns while the wives took hold of the wide-eyed children and pulled them back inside. The men began to shoot at the demon’s large form, only to watch their bullets ricochet off of the ebony black scales and clatter on the ground. The few courageous ones drew their swords, climbed up the dragon’s tail, and began to swing at Phell’s armored skin. Phell’s tail swung upwards, knocking the men off of his back, and watching them fly into the roofs of other houses. He let out a ferocious roar that sent the rest of the villagers scurrying back home.
Oddarc was the only one left. The man’s sword hung at his side, lightly touching the cobblestone road. The demon turned away from the remains of Oddarc’s house and the other villagers to look at his father. Green flames awoke in Phell’s throat once more as he sent them lancing at his father. Oddarc side-stepped the fire, keeping constant eye contact with the black dragon. The man started to slowly walk over to his morphed son, dodging fire balls all the while. Oddarc reached the dragon, aiming his sword at the creature’s soft underbelly. He thrust the sword at the demon’s chest, black sparks running along the length of the blade. The sparks became more prominent as Phell’s father, pushed it deeper into the dragons’ breast bone. Phell roared in pain, spitting fire one last time as his body began to revert back to human form. The elder man had not expected the monster to still be able to harm him, thus the flames engulfed his terrified features. The large man pivoted away from Phell and dropped to the ground to try and put out the flames. The dragon had collapsed and as a cloud of black dust cleared away, Phell’s worn out form became visible. The boy’s red eyes stared blankly at the man now lying still in the street. Clutching his chest with his right hand, the boy rose and stumbled over to his father. Satisfied with his work, Phell staggered out of the village and into the night.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 5:49 pm
My break from an actual story... And something I think we didn't get enough of (even though we sometimes had too much down time) in Nation Divided. It's been in my head a while, I finally got around to writing it Takes place sometime inbetween the second timeskip and can be read on it's own, non ND-ers.
Warmth
Meryl hated snow. Basic, simple fact to know about her if you plan on having an acquaintence for more than five seconds. Crimea was nowhere NEAR as bad as Daein, where she'd grown up, but still. The cold in general was considered evil in her mind.
One winter evening, Meryl rereated to her customary pile-o-blankets after making sure the fire would last to be hot embers in the morning. She fell asleep quickly, Queenly duties of the day having included cleaning up after birds and shouting at cooks while dodging frying pans.
Still, she was accoustomed to waking up from being cold or when she actualy was warm, something going wrong.
So when she shifted positions sometime in the very early morning and hit something solid, she woke up confused. She was met with brown eyes to two very warm, LIVE beings on either side of her. After five seconds of paranoid-driven panic, she realised.
"Jack? Holly? What are you two doing? What time is it?" Her voice came out horse and slow, not awake fully.
Holly's weight behind her was steadfastedly silent, so Meryl stared at Jack and waited for an answer. "We-- We got cold. And then heard... Something. And Holly knew we'd be safe in here, with you and Tamm and... Can we stay?"
Meryl closed her eyes again and rolled onto her back, pulling them in as she dozed off again.
"Sure... You two are nice and warm, just keep your feet away from me..."
Yay me. Rather pointless, but it made me feel better and I found it cute and heart-warming. (I'M NOT BEING DEFENSIVE! (for those of you who've seen Ave. Q) I'll write something less family-ish later.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 7:29 pm
I Have a Problem
She turned the knob ever so slowly afraid to face what was on the other side of the door. She finally had to confront her problems whether she wanted to or not. With little force the door was open, and located in the middle of this bland room where people just like her. The only thing was that she was the only female in the room. She took a large breath as all the lost eyes stared her down as she walked in and silently shut the door behind herself.
She walked over to the nearest empty chair and sat down. Her eyes then began to glance around at each individual gentleman that was there that evening. Some were young, some were old, and some were about average like her. As her eyes scanned one man stood out to her, though his head was down, and he looked very shy and nervous, she didn’t blame him she felt the same way. Her eyes then searched for the instructor hoping to get this meeting started ASAP.
The male instructor began, “Hello everyone, I imagine we all know why we are here this evening, My name is Dale, now I want everyone in the circle to go around and say there names and explain why they are here.” As she looked into his eyes, she knew he didn’t want to be there, he noticed she was looking, he smiled, she knew it was as fake as his happy voice he attempted to pull off. Luckily she sat generally in the middle so she wasn’t first. Soon enough it slowly went around the circle, and it finally reached that guy, the one who stood out to her.
Very slowly he raised his head up to view everyone at eye level, his face appeared to be prickly, with short brown hairs, identical to the hairs on his head. Before he said anything he glanced around the room, and at one moment their eyes met, she felt something, but she couldn’t explain it. He then sighed and said, “Hi….my name is….Clive, and…I am here today because I am an alcoholic…” His head quickly shot down to the floor again.
Yes, it was an AA meeting, but she didn’t come because she was forced, because she knew she had a problem. Soon enough it reached her, and she said, “Hi, my name is Elly, and I am here today because I am an alcoholic….”She pointed her head to the floor in shame; she hadn’t been able to admit it to anyone else but to herself in her mind. With her head remaining to the floor she took a glance at Clive, who looked as upset as her.
Soon enough everyone stated their names, and the same line. Dale then began to speak again, “Good job everyone, the first step is admitting it! If there no other problems, then the meeting is over, the next one is next week, same day, same time….Thanks for showing up.” He finished and smiled, and got up to signal that everyone could leave. Elly wanted to jump up and leave quickly, but she couldn’t find herself to do that, until she went over and talked to Clive. She slunk over to him as he just began to stand. She looked down at the floor shyly then said, “Hi, I’m…a….Elly…and …a…I…a..just wanted to say hi….and…a..It’s nice to meet you. .” She looked up smiling, his head began to lift up and his eyes met with his, this expression of true life strong across the man’s face. Then moments later, a light blush appeared on his cheeks.
He managed to say, “It’s….ni…ni…nice..to…meet..you..to.” He smiled then started to panic not knowing what to say he quickly yelled, “I GOT TO GO!” He quickly grabbed his jacket dodged around the chair and went out the door. She stood there shocked but knew nervousness must have hit him. Not long after she walked out the door, and went down the steps, and over to her jeep. She got in, turned on the car and began to drive home.
Elly was a writer, and an amazing one at that. She got paid a lot to write, her books were so popular, they were literally flying off the shelves. But then there was that time, were a lot of stress came over her, and they were in demand for more, and more. The day she started drinking, and then the next day, and the next, and now a year has gone. She finally realized she had a problem, and she didn’t need anything sort of alcoholic beverage to write. She could do it on her own like she used to. She needed to get her head on straight, and just continue on, the reason she started to attempt to go to the AA meeting. It was her first one and certainly not her last.
She got home, park in the driveway and walked to the front door, she had the house she always wanted, the animals, the writing, but she had one problem that couldn’t make everything seem so great. She went in and she kicked off her shoes and tossed her jacket on the couch, and went up stairs to her room where she immediately lied on the bed. She had the urge to whip out the bottle under the bed but she didn’t. She had the urge to just want to get up and dive out of the nearest open window but she didn’t. All she did was lay there, and eventually after some time went to rest.
(to be continued someday!)
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Shale Darksnow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 6:46 pm
RAWR!
*Ahem* Here's a story i wrote today for one of mah classes:
There once was a time when all life died, and the earth started over. A gargantuan visitor loomed over the mountains and left a dent in the sea.
The eye snapped open, the pupil constricting to form a jagged line of black in the center of the golden iris. The first thing the creature did was taste the air; the sweet, humid morning air seemed to kick the creature’s instincts into motion. The first thing it thought of was simply food. Not where it was, or what time it was, just food. It raised its snout and inhaled sharply, before dashing off into the forest, its mind set on its hunger. As it ran, it felt the subtle warmth of the sun on its skin, something that told the creature that it was out of the lush, green dome of ferns; out of the safety of the large jungle. Thunder rumbled in the distance, raindrops began to splatter the creature’s rough skin.
The plains were full of life, both plant and animal. The yellowing grass foretold the end of the season, and the lack of trees foretold the passing of several large creatures. The scent of rain overwhelmed its senses, forcing it to rely on sight and sound. There were loud honks and roars, squeaks and groans, signaling that there were others looking for food, but these were not carnivores, no, they were simple plant eaters. The creature, who we’ll name T, studied the plains for several moments, observing the massive herds of armor plated behemoths, looking for stragglers. When it found one, it crouched low to the ground, like a modern day cat after a mouse, and crept forward, its eyes calculating and its jaws dripping with warm saliva. The hunt was afoot.
The prey, an aging creature that traversed the dying grass on four thick, tree trunk like feet, gently swayed side to side. The long tail ended in four gruesome spikes, and two rows of triangular plates decorated its back, from the neck to the base of the tail. The head was small, and the mouth looked to be a beak, but when it opened its mouth to bellow, teeth were visible. It lumbered after its herd, trying in vain to keep up with the much younger and healthier youths. The rain was coming down hard, the dry ground and dusty dirt was beginning to create slick mud. T let out a terrifying roar and charged, its feet splashing in the mud, alerting the poor creature, who took up a defensive stance; its tail swinging quickly, ready to strike.
T snapped at the prey, its large jaws brimmed with large, sharp, jagged teeth. The creature responded by bellowing and striking out with its tail, using it like a whip to impale T with the spikes. Its strategy was a mild success, the spikes grazed T’s side, tearing into its skin, the blood spurting and splattering the ground. T ignored the pain, and lurched at the creature’s neck, but snapped at air. The creature slammed its tail into T’s head, crushing bone and exposing brain. T lunged, its jaws closing around the creature’s head. It increased the pressure, causing the prey to bellow in pain and fear. With one sickening crunch it was over, and the prey fell, its head bent at an impossible angle.
T was feeling woozy, but ripped into the prey’s side, breaking through ribs and exposing organs. Using its foot as an anchor, T began to feed, its muzzle stained red with blood.
The visitor had arrived, and burst through the earth’s door, the atmosphere. It barreled towards the ground at a tremendous speed, its rocky surface whistling and burning with fire. The meteor slammed into the ground, sending waves of dust and debris, and gathering the attention of T, whose head was covered in blood and gore. T tried to run from the concussive waves, but was swept up, its last breath was sucked out of it as it slammed into a cliff face.
The era of the dinosaurs was over.
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