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You enter a room with shelves upon shelves full of books. In the center of this room there are a few green couches and two matching coffee tables. A large rug with leaf designs lie under the couches and coffee tables, and the room carpet is a brick red. The walls, although hard to see from all the books, are a nice cream color. The actual color of the bookshelves match the carpet.

Welcome to the storyroom! Here is where you can post your short stories, and if you ask, can get them rated! I figured since there's one for poetry, why not one for short stories?

(I hope this is ok sweatdrop )

*flaps at the ending, giggling* nice!

7/10, mostly for spelling and grammer (Sorry, it's just something I'm obsessive about.), and the dialogue is sort of bland, but you do have an interesting plot. Blargo the snake. Hehehehehehe. whee

Yeah, i try to spell correctly as much as possible (it happens to be one of my pet peeves if I think something isnt spelled right).

And I understand about the bland dialogue. I was pretty bland myself while I was typing it up.

Hopes and Dreams
She sat down and buckled herself in. Her mother hopped into the car and started it before buckling her own seatbelt. They had to get there an hour early, or he might end up waiting, and she didnt want that. Pulling out of the driveway, the pair made their way towards the airport.

They had met online only two years before, but she never thought they could get together because of their age difference. Her parents were strict, too, nevermind their own age difference. She thought that they would never accept her decision. Maybe they still didnt. The only thing she knew was that they were going to pick him up from the airport.

Upon arriving at the airport, her heart was beating. This was it! They were going to finally meet after two years of just instant messaging eachother. Her mother noticed her excitement and rolled down the window, gestering that she could wave as soon as they saw the sign. She nodded and smiled, peeling her eyes to the crowds of people in the airport.

They had memorised eachother's birthday's, their favorate colors, their favorate music. They had even stared at eachother's pictures long enough to memorise their facial features. they were in love and there was no stopping it.

Her face brightened up when she saw the sign, and she waved out the window as her mother pulled up to the curb. There he was, his duffle over his shoulder and his suitcase at his feet, sign in his hands. He smiled and caught her as she tumbled out of the car, too excited to even use her own brains.

After staring at eachothe for a few moments, her mother gestured for them to get into the car after he put his bags in the trunk. Getting into the car, it was just an hour's ride to her house. Her mom smiled in the review mirror as she spied upon the two. He was there, and so was she, and that was the only way they wanted it.

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Alrighty! Well, I know I dont seem like the romantic 'lovers' type of person, but it happens to be apart of who I am, so you'll have to deal with it for a bit sweatdrop

I got bored, so I typed up this seing how we have no scanner and my computer art sucks. So I thought, hey, i can type, cant I? ninja

This sprung sorta out of nowhere, but i'm glad I typed it. 4laugh

When I finished it, I was kind of looking for something more. It just seems so abrupt. It was indeed very adorable, though, despite the scruples I have about online relationships. sweatdrop I give it a 8/10.

I suppose, though you'll probably have us all itching for more.

Some people have already read this on the thread I have set up for my writing but I'd like your opinion on it. I apologize in advance if it strikes you as being the beginning of a "teen angst" type story... because it's not.

Time Cannot Erase- Prologue

lights of the house faded quickly in the darkness. The rains of spring fell heavily upon the ground, making rhythmical clinking noises on the sidewalk and street as Katie walked along. Her head was swimming, and the world didn't focus very well. She listened half heartedly to the rain that refreshed her overheated body. The quiet of the street and the lack of the other dancing bodies pressing in around her was a welcome relief. Her short hair was plastered first with sweat and now with rain as she walked away, towards home.

As she walked her headache began to subside and she started noticing more of the night's events, how the cars drove slowly on the slick road, and how those who were walking were hurrying to get out of the cold rain and giving her odd and suspicious looks for not doing the same. She sighed deeply, letting the fresh air seep into her lungs. Peace, this was what she wanted, not to be listening and dancing to music she didn't really like with people who fit into the same category.

She wandered, and stopped paying attention, letting her mind range over life, the people at the party, why she never did what she wanted and just said she wouldn't go. Why she let her friends do the things they did together. She was downtown by the time the storm changed.

The winds shifted and the rain grew heavier in a matter of seconds. The icy rain drops fell slantingly into her face, stinging her skin. Katie bowed her head against it as the winds picked up, whipping at her light jacket as she continued walking. Her walk quickly became a pain, she was cold, wet, and the wind was so strong she was barely walking forward at all. Glancing up she saw a beacon of hope. Quite literally, a ray of light. Up the street about half a block was a small shop window pouring yellow light out into the night. Katie didn't need to think before heading towards it and going inside. Had she stopped to look more closely at the window while the wink tried to knock her over, she would have seen that in the window was a display of colorful candles, books, and postcards with fairies on them. She may have noticed the flapping awning above was ripped and torn, not working very well for it's porous at all, and she might have wondered what a store was doing open so late, but she didn't hesitate, but entered.

Inside, the store was brightly lit from various lamps, and three hanging lamps. The walls were lined with shelves, books ranged across one wall, candles and other odd assortments sat on the others. To the left of the door was a wooden chair, that resembled a throne, and a girl sitting in it, but this too Katie did not notice. She was too busy looking at the center display of beaded curtains, black lights, and a large flip book of posters. Heat swarmed over Katie as she stepped further inside, the door closing behind her with a light clanking from the bells hanging near the top of it. The air was heavy with incense, making her sneeze.

"Bless you." A soft voice said from the left.

"Thank you." Katie replied before even turning to look at the speaker.

The girl who had spoken was sitting in the throne chair, looking quite elegant in strange clothes of white fabric. The shirt was a tank top with white beads making a twisting design across it. The girl wore a skirt of the same white material. It was long and flowing, with multiple layers. At the bottom hem was the same beaded design. Her hair was blonde and worn in a long braid down her back. She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest and rested her head on them. Overall she didn't look too much older than Katie.

"Why are you out on a night like this?" The girl asked, not looking at Katie.

"I was walking home from a party." Katie said shortly, looking again, reminded why she was even in this weird store. "Do you have a phone I can use? I need to call for a ride."

"Sure." The girl moved, not her head, but her hands, moving them gracefully across the table until it found the phone. She pushed it toward Katie, and it dawned on Katie what was so odd about this girl. The girl sitting in the chair was blind.

"Thanks." Katie said again, faltering slightly as she took the phone and dialed her home phone number. Thinking better at the last second she hung up. Her parents thought she was getting a ride with a friend, they would be mad if they found out she hadn't. Her mind scanned through a list of friends and settled on Danielle. She had been at the party as well, and had a car.

Redialing the phone, Katie turned her back on the blind girl, whose pale blue eyes were staring blankly at her. Dan picked up. She could hear the noise of the party more than she could her friend's voice.

"I need a ride." A crackled answer came, Katie thought she heard the words where and you, and went from that basic idea.

"I'm at some new age store downtown."

"The Nest." The blind girl said lightly from her spot.

"It's called the nest." Katie repeated into the phone for Dan's benefit.

Crackling, an okay, and then the line went dead on the other line, the sounds of the party dying away abruptly. Katie put the phone back on the receiver.

"Thanks again."

The blind girl didn't make a response. Katie spent the time waiting for her ride looking at the spines of the books lining the right wall. She was slightly surprised to see they weren't all in English. In fact, most of them seemed to be written in a language of short curved lines and patterns. She reached up and ran her hand down the spine of one of the thinner books on the shelf. It wasn't in English and it looked like the others really, but there was something that interested her in it.

But what that something was Katie didn't find out. A loud and familiar honk of a car horn drifted in from outside. Katie let her hand fall away from the book and grudgingly walked towards the door.

"Have a nice evening Katie." The girl said from her seat.

"You too." Katie replied, not realizing that she had never told the other girl her name.

Dan was sitting in the front seat, looking bad for her experiences at the party. Her makeup had run a little bit and her eyes were glazed over by the drinks she had drunk. Her dark hair was wore in corn rows and ended with mismatched beads at the end. Her face, usually serene and calm was contorted into a loose smile.

"Let's go." Dan said when Katie opened the door and sat down, putting on her seat belt. Dan always was nagging about wearing seat belts. It was a pet peeve of Katie's about how Dan was so annoying about wearing seat belts when she just went and drove drunk and sped everywhere. Dan was drunk now, but that wasn't enough for Katie not to get into the car with her.

The car moved quickly through the storm, as wind whistled around them. Everything was dark and wet. Dan chattered endlessly, talking about who she had danced with after Katie had left and how one girl who both shared the same distaste for had gotten sick and thrown up all over the guy she had been chasing for months. Katie was laughing too, when it happened.

What hit them, or what they hit, Katie didn't see. All she saw was the expression change slowly on Dan's face as the tires of the car screeched on the slippery pavement and the car twisted in its path. There were suddenly very bright lights coming at them from the side and then a loud crunching sound. Something hit Katie on the side of the head. The last thing she saw was that Dan was not there any longer, the entire left side of the car was gone. She was alone. And then things went dark.