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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:49 am
Hello! Now, some may know me, some may not. But my name is Maroinett. It's actually Madison, but eh, you can call me Madi, Maddy, Maro, etc. smile I don't even mind if you call me bob. biggrin D. Anyway, I'm Currently in high school. I let my little sister post HER stuff (Like art, writing, trust me, she's good..) and so I'll show you when it's hers and mine! smile
Enjoy!
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:51 am
--My Little Sisters--
Blentwood’s Depth
Is Blentwood real..?
Lucy kept walking down Satchit Street when someone had obnoxiously bumped into her. “ Oh sorry, my bad, really sorry, sorry sorry sorry!” He had said, then he ran off. “Uh.. ok. Well, that was pleasant.” Lucy said, with a serious face on her. Martha came by. “Wow, guess what just happened. Some dude just bumped into me and kept saying sorry. Weird huh?” She said. “Oh well geez. That same thing happened to me. Did you catch his name?” Lucy said. “No, he just ran off.” Martha replied. Strange.. Lucy thought. How, and why, did it happen to them… The same way? Lucy shrugged and Martha and her trotted off to the park.
“Hey, It’s getting late, I should head home.” Martha said. “Alright, seeya!” Lucy replied. They shared a hug and Martha walks to her home. Martha’s home is number 204, right next to Lucy’s , which is 205, of course. Lucy yawned and walked a little longer before heading home. She tripped on a book! She wiped off the dirt and dust off her clothes and picked it up. She blew the dust and dirt off the book also, and read in big bold printing : History Of Blentwood. “Hmm.” Lucy pondered. “Maybe It’s time to brush up on my history.” she thought. She dusted the book one last time and went home.
She munched and crunched through her dinner, and rushed upstairs. “ Take a shower sweetie, your all dirty!” Her mother said. Lucy mumbled. She took a quick shower, got into her PJ’s, and went into her bedroom. She closed the door and locked it so no one could come in. She opened the book she found earlier today. A page she saw, completely blank. She flipped through the book. All the pages were blank! “Maybe it isn’t made and published yet..” Lucy said to herself. “Oh wait, I saw this with that one guy who bumped into me today. He had a lot of them.” Lucy kept flipping through the book to try to find at least one sentence or text in it. But she was luckless. She set the book on her Bedroom table and slept.
“Lucy, come on! Time for school! It’s your last day, I hope you got enough sleep!” Her mother yelled from downstairs. Lucy mumbled again and got out of her bed sheets. She didn’t make her bed, as always. She was too lazy, and she thought it wastes time. She got changed, ate, and got her backpack. “ Seeya mom, be back at three!” Lucy had said. Then, she went on to walk to school. She hid the history book in her backpack before she went out, thank goodness. She wanted to ask her teacher. Maybe she shouldn’t.. maybe she should? She didn’t know. All she knew right now is that she is sleepy and going to school.
“Martha! Martha! Look what I found. It’s a history book of Blentwood, completely blank though.” Lucy told her. “ Well that’s odd. I’ve never seen a blank book. Does it have a publish date on it?” Martha asked. Lucy checked, then shook her head no. “Hmm,” Martha said. “Well then, why is it in book form then if it isn’t even a book!” Martha said. Lucy shrugged once more. She needed to find out what is with this book, what is it even for anyway, if its blank? Lucy wondered..
After school, and after Lucy hung out with Martha, Lucy looked all over the town for the person who bumped into her yesterday. She found him sitting near the old run down barn, in the hay, sleeping. She shook him. “Wake up, wake up!” She yelled. He finally woke up. “ Woah! Oh no, I gotta write! Oh no, oh no, oh n” Lucy covered his mouth. “Shh,” Lucy said. “What in the world are you writing for on a sunny day?” She asked. “I’m writing about the city. Sorry, I’m being impolite, I’m Whynsjet.” He said. Whynsjet.. that reminded Lucy of someone, someone she knew a long time ago. She shook her head to stop spacing out, and went back to the conversation. “What are you writing about, of the city?” She asked him. “Just about when we came, what it felt like to live here, history.” Whynsjet said. That’s It! He’s the one who’s going to write that blank book! “I think you dropped this, is this yours?” Lucy said, handing him the blank book. “Oh, I’ve been looking for this, I was going to start writing in this one, but I guess I dropped it.” Whynsjet said. “Well, your welcome!” Lucy replied. She walked away, but he caught her hand and said, “Wait. Why were you curious about what I was writing?” He asked. “Oh. Just out of the ordinary curiosity, I guess.” Lucy replied. He let go, and Lucy walked back home. She kept thinking about him writing the books, hundreds of thousands of books, all blank still. Why was he looking for that certain book? Lucy began to space out after dinner, tired and droopy. She headed to her bedroom once more, still thinking about all those books, especially about Whynsjet.. Why would he write about Blentwood? She just turned and fell asleep once more, dreaming about the blank books she had saw this evening.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:52 am
--Mine. I continued Hers. NOT FINISHED--
Standing Ground| Based on the 3-D Game, Mirrors Edge | Sequel To The Radio’s Message | By Madison Bergstrom
It had been 10 years past she had moved to Blentwood, and during those 10 years, One of her parents had died. It was her father. They felt great sorrow when he had passed away. But she had changed from that day on. She turned into.. a runner. She left from her house, leaving her younger sister Kate alone with her mom. She was caught breaking into a house, Mercury’s house. She calls him Merc. Merc offered to train her to become what she is now, a born runner. Runners exist on the edge. ..A mirror’s edge. They jump from rooftop to rooftop delivering messages and bags. We keep away from the cops, then they won’t bother us. We find rooftops as pathways and ways to get to our destination need be. The city was now something it once wasn’t. People were pushed to the sides. ..criminalized. They became our clients.
“ Trainin’ time Lucy. Yeah, I know you hate it. But you slipped up a little bit on your last mission. “ Merc says, through a speaker onto the head phone speaker in her ear. Lucy starts running. Runners in-vision Red things as passage ways or helping parts to get to the next part, jump by jump. She finally jumps off the helping ramp and hops onto the other building. She slides down the stairs on her legs and jumps again to another building. She runs to another building to a point where she cannot jump to make it. She wallruns on the helping wall. “ Merc, can I just quit training for today? “ Lucy asks before she continues on. “ Alright,” Merc replies. Lucy heads off to her place.
She’s brousing the computer listening to police radios, and such. “ Brousing them again, eh Lucy?” Merc says, startling Lucy. “Yep.” Lucy hears a radio distress call. Its from the E News Station! “Kate!” Lucy yells. Merc comes into her house. Lucy keeps typing trying to find her sister. “Whats going on Lucy.” Merc says, With a low voice. “Kate! Something might’ve happened to her!” Lucy runs off.
“ Can you tell me what this is all about, Lucy?” Merc asks. “Kate, She’s in trouble.” “Alright, then go. I’ll give you a heads up when some blues are near.” Merc says. He calls the police, or trouble, blues.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:56 am
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