So Many Nights ~~ </3CLOSED

[Thecrazymusicgirl]

WINNERS:!!!!

1ST PLACE:dandelioncupcake
2nd place: Guardian of my soul
3rd place:Vicky Nicky B

thank you! u all were great biggrin

[Edgecrusher Asakuun]

bump! I love crazymusicgirl's contests! JOIN! >W<

[Edgecrusher Asakuun]

(XD and I plan to enter this contest, yea ^w^)

[elenacakebunni]

entering ^^

[Ms_Sassie_Sarah]

i'm entering too smile

[iDenver23]

I wanna enter too! blaugh

[Emilie Kat]

The darkness is almost unbearable but I'm used to it. The loneliness is what is unbearable. I used to have a life, but I even lost that. All I have now is myself. No one can talk to me and I can't talk to anyone. The silent whistling is all I can hear. I can't feel anything at all. Smell and taste are nonexistent, and all that I can see is a vast sadness that extends on forever and ever. I am a soul trapped in a human soul. I wish they would put me out of this misery. Ever since that explosion occurred this is my world.
Why can't I just leave? How long have I been sitting here? A minute? A year? I can't tell time, I can't eat, I can't drink, I can't feel, I can't do anything. Please stop this misery! It must come to an end! 
I see a light! Is this the end of the misery? Has it finally come to and end? The light swelled and filled me with warmth. I could smell flowers, feel grass beneath my feet, hear the birds chirping, I could taste the honey from the beehive to my left. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by a beautiful forest in a huge meadow. Joy washed through me, making my limbs work again. I could move but I had no clothes.
Rustling behind me gave me a start and everything disappeared into a black nothingness yet again. The joy I once felt was now gone and nothing was the only thing for me.

[iDenver23]

Blood. The floor was covered with my blood. I've finally done it. I'm finally dead. After years of failed suicide attempts, I've finally killed myself! I watched as they dragged my body onto the stretcher and into the ambulance.
"It's no use." I say to them, laughter in my voice. "I'm already dead! I'm already dead! I've finally gotten away from this godforsaken prison!" They didn't hear me and went on their way to the hospital. I turned to look at my aunt and uncle who were being interviewed by different reporters from different channels. They were both crying, but I knew they were faking it. I knew that inside they were overjoyed to have finally gotten rid of me.

At school, I was just that guy who stayed in the library all day. Walking into my classroom, I listened as the teacher announced to the class that I was dead. No one showed any signs of sadness. One girl whispered to the other, “Who is she talking about?” I laughed at this and walked away. I entered the principal’s room.
“Who died? …Who? ... Oh, the loner kid...” said the principal into his cell phone. I snarled at him and exited his room. I walked through the corridors, feeling like nothing has changed, no one noticed me when I was alive, and no one notices me even when I’m dead.

Come at me, afterlife...

[Guardian of my soul]

Looking back at my life, i remember who i used to be, compared to who i am now. Then, i was always alone, yeah sure you could say i had a family and friends and all, but i had never felt more lonely in my life. I always sat in the corner of my room, the darkest part. My light went out years ago, yet i never bothered to fix it. I watched the world go by without me, as if i was never there. The pain they suffered, the pain i suffered. I was jealous, jealous of what the others had. They felt joy and love. I felt lonely and different. I knew nobody would ever understand me, they all lived fake lives in a fake world, i knew the truth. I was free, yet i longed to live in a lie. The truth was pain, the lie was joy. Every night i screamed, yet nobody heard me, not even myself. The silence spoke louder than i did. I can never tell them they aren't real. They are just a part of my imagination, nothing more nothing less. But so am i. I am nothing more then part of imagination. Nothing exists, yet everything exists. I created them, as imagination created me. I made them to watch them experience the joy i never could, yet it caused me pain to do so. That pain is wonderful. That pain distracts me from the only pain that really does and doesn't exist. As i look at myself now, i see nothing has changed except one thing. I no longer suffer under the nothingness that exists as everything, being real in a fake world. I no longer feel the pain that i know exists within nothing itself. For i am free. Finally, through the never ending struggle of lies and imagination, i have managed to free myself from this utter hatred of the fake imagination that is all that exists within itself.

Finally, at last, i am dead.

BTW HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!!! biggrin

[Edgecrusher Asakuun]

I'm thinking of naming the character Alexander, but I'm not sure. What do you think I should name him? =o

[Thecrazymusicgirl]

Edgecrusher Asakuun

I'm thinking of naming the character Alexander, but I'm not sure. What do you think I should name him? =o

anything's fine lol

[Wolfen Princess]

Okay, I'll enter but I admit it's been a few years since I've entered a writing contest.

[Ms_Sassie_Sarah]

The bell chimed announcing the arrival of another customer. The waitress whisked to the table he occupied. A song from the fifty’s was playing from the jukebox.

“Can I get you a drink?” She asked. She was a plump middle aged women with brown frizzy hair.

“Just water,” He answered staring at the menu. There wasn't much variety. “A hamburger and fries too please.”

“Sure thing hon.” She smiled walking to the counter. The boy was no older than seventeen with dirty blond hair and charcoal eyes. He and an elderly couple a few booths away from him were the only customers. The place screamed fifty's, it had checkered floors and pink walls. The seats were all turquoise leather and the counter and tables were white Formica.

The waitress came back over with a water. Then she checked on the other costumers. The bell chimed again. The boy turned his head to see who it was. A girl who looked about his age with brown curly hair in a pony tail. She looked to be almost his height.

He was close enough to the door to hear her sarcastic, “Cute.” when she looked around. When she spotted him she made her way to his table. “Hi I'm Brianna Rose. You must be?”

“Eric Williams. If you're going to ask to sit here; go ahead.”

She smiled delighted and sat across from him. The waitress came back over immediately. “Can I get you a drink?”

“A strawberry milkshake please.” She smiled, picking up the menu. “How come I haven't seen you around before?” She asked when the waitress left.

“I just moved here two weeks ago.”

“Are you going to be attending the high school when school starts?”

“I stopped going to school when I was thirteen. If I want to learn something I read a book about it.”

“Lucky,” She muttered pouting. “Why did you stopped going to school?”

“I ran away.” Just then the waitress came over with her milkshake and his meal.

“Are you ready to order?” She asked.

“Sure fries and a steak medium rare.”

“Coming right up.” And they were left by themselves.

“So your telling me you ran away?” She asked skeptically.

“Yeah it's not that hard to get.”

“I guess but what about your parents.”

“They both died when I was thirteen.”

“Oh,” She said awkwardly staring at the table. He was glad she didn't say I'm sorry, she had nothing to do with it. He couldn't say the same for himself however.

“I should be going,” He said after he finished his meal dropping a five on the table.

“Oh right. Maybe I'll see you around,” She said smiling softly.

“Maybe,” He said before leaving. He made his way back to his temporary house, an abandoned house near the cemetery. Nobody had lived there for the past ten years because people thought it was haunted.

He made his way to his room changed and lay in bed. Sleep evaded him, thanks to Brianna all he could think about was what happened years ago.

He pulled the earpiece from his ear only to hear his mother yell up the stairs to clean his room, that guests would be over for dinner. He wondered why he had to clean it, the guests weren't going to be seeing his room and he wouldn't even be home for dinner. His friend James had the house to himself for the weekend and had invited him over.

An hour later his father came home. “Didn't your mother tell you to clean this mess?” He asked sternly.

“Yeah so?” His uncaring attitude tending to get him into a lot of trouble.

“This better be clean next time I come in here,” His father said, pulling the video game controller from the console. He rolled his eyes. He had another hiding under his bed. As his father left the room he thought. 'I hope you trip going down the stairs.' He shut the game off, no longer interested in playing and grabbed his bag. He locked the door as he heard a crash in the direction of the stairs.

He walked over wondering what his mother had dropped now. At the bottom of the stairs were his parents lifeless bodies. He didn't think, he just did. In an hour he was far away.

He got up to get some water hoping it would help him sleep. It wasn't until the sun started to rise that he found himself finally drifting off.


Happy early birthday cat_exclaim Here's your birthday cupcake lol yum_cupcake

[KCL46647]

Natalie stared at Roy. She couldn't believe what she had done to him. Natalie stabbed him in the chest. Blood slowly dripped from the knife to floor as her hands trembled with fear. Roy looked at his chest and then Natalie, wondering why. Why would she hurt him. How could she hurt him after all they've been through? Roy fell to the floor clutching his chest and only saying three words. The three words that Natalie has longed to hear from Roy, "I love you." After saying those words Roy died, and Natalie immediately dropped the knife to hold him, but he was already gone.

Happy Birthday! biggrin

[Premys]

Thecrazymusicgirl

Please try to use correct grammar

I find this rule very odd to hear from someone who in the same comment writes

Quote:

so i'll make it short n simple.

Gives me the feeling that your idea of correct grammar doesn't look even remotely the same as mine... Regardless, seems like an interesting enough prompt, I might contribute something.