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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:18 pm
post here if your a writer! post a paragraph of one of your stories!
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 6:14 pm
I grew up in a small town. So small that there was only one school. But I had all my friends there to help me with my life but this time not only can my friends not help me I cant even help me. I woke to the smell of eggs. That was the only thing to get me up in the morning. When I walked down the hall I looked in to my mom and dad's room. Mom was up and making food but dad was not sleeping or eating so I ran out side and looked out at the sea and saw a tiny red raft on the shore.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:07 pm
As I watched from the back window of the little carriage, bringing me farther and farther from my home, I felt a sense of foreboding.
Normally you’d feel this if you were simply moving away, but that was not the case. No, I was leaving for a mission that I was unlikely to return from, and even as I felt the seat under me jump from the rocky path, I still could not regret my decision I made in order to support my beliefs, my coworkers…my life.
Don’t get me wrong. I will enjoy the pain in their eyes as they discover the cruel deed I set out to do from the start, learning that their trust was naïve. I’ve always liked hurting people; I suppose it’s just how I am.
My parents have no idea what I’m truly doing. I told them I would just be visiting a friend for a week or two, but to be honest, I don’t plan on seeing them ever again. I love my parents, but after all this is over, I don’t want them hurt for my actions, and I hope that they can be proud of what I have done for my colony. Everyone is depending on me, and as my eyes could no longer pick up a trace of the city lights, I could even feel proud of what I was getting myself into.
What is this world coming to?
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:37 pm
Lollicat As I watched from the back window of the little carriage, bringing me farther and farther from my home, I felt a sense of foreboding. Normally you’d feel this if you were simply moving away, but that was not the case. No, I was leaving for a mission that I was unlikely to return from, and even as I felt the seat under me jump from the rocky path, I still could not regret my decision I made in order to support my beliefs, my coworkers…my life. Don’t get me wrong. I will enjoy the pain in their eyes as they discover the cruel deed I set out to do from the start, learning that their trust was naïve. I’ve always liked hurting people; I suppose it’s just how I am. My parents have no idea what I’m truly doing. I told them I would just be visiting a friend for a week or two, but to be honest, I don’t plan on seeing them ever again. I love my parents, but after all this is over, I don’t want them hurt for my actions, and I hope that they can be proud of what I have done for my colony. Everyone is depending on me, and as my eyes could no longer pick up a trace of the city lights, I could even feel proud of what I was getting myself into. What is this world coming to? gooooood! heart
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:12 pm
Alden heard his name called.He stayed right where he was.He closed his eyes tightly,as if trying to make it go away.He heard his name again."ALDEN".Alden shuddered and couldnt take it anymore.He knew he would be punished dearly for keeping her waiting.He jumped up and went twords the voice."Alden?!Where the hell are you!?" he heard and winced.As he entered the bedroom her could see the dim light from the candle dance on his mothers skin.He kept his eyes down,knowing he wasnt allowed to look her in the eyes."What took you so long boy!?" he heard her yell.He didnt answer.Alden was never sure weather to answer her or not.If he did and she didnt want him to,it was bad.Same the other way around.SHe got even more enraged from him not answering.With a simple flick of her wrist,a long black whip stripped him on his face.That was a question to answr.Couldve been worse. he thought as He fell to the floor,holding his face as he could hear the laughs of someone he once called, "Mommy".
Yes I love Art,Music,Wrighting,and alots more. ^^
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 12:58 pm
Schilderij I grew up in a small town. So small that there was only one school. But I had all my friends there to help me with my life but this time not only can my friends not help me I cant even help me. I woke to the smell of eggs. That was the only thing to get me up in the morning. When I walked down the hall I looked in to my mom and dad's room. Mom was up and making food but dad was not sleeping or eating so I ran out side and looked out at the sea and saw a tiny red raft on the shore. I love your avi!! 4laugh
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 6:33 pm
The nights in the forest were cold and silent, all you could here was the sound of leaves blowing in the wind. The moon was covered by clouds as if it were hiding something or someone. My crystal eyes looked all around trying to find some life hidden behind the bushes or trees but nothing could be found not even a creature of the night.
What is happening? Nothing just silence? I thought to myself. I jumped down from the branch I sitting on and silently touched the ground. My black hair flew wildly in the wind in front of me making it hard to see around. I was almost as silent as the shadows around me. I walked into the clearing that I was using as camp that night and put out the camp fire.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 2:01 am
Lollicat As I watched from the back window of the little carriage, bringing me farther and farther from my home, I felt a sense of foreboding. Normally you’d feel this if you were simply moving away, but that was not the case. No, I was leaving for a mission that I was unlikely to return from, and even as I felt the seat under me jump from the rocky path, I still could not regret my decision I made in order to support my beliefs, my coworkers…my life. Don’t get me wrong. I will enjoy the pain in their eyes as they discover the cruel deed I set out to do from the start, learning that their trust was naïve. I’ve always liked hurting people; I suppose it’s just how I am. My parents have no idea what I’m truly doing. I told them I would just be visiting a friend for a week or two, but to be honest, I don’t plan on seeing them ever again. I love my parents, but after all this is over, I don’t want them hurt for my actions, and I hope that they can be proud of what I have done for my colony. Everyone is depending on me, and as my eyes could no longer pick up a trace of the city lights, I could even feel proud of what I was getting myself into. What is this world coming to? Wow, I make stories like that but I feel like posting a random story I made for my Creative Writing class. Do you know if there is a designated signature somewhere in the guild. I want to promote it. Lollicat, your signature is hilarious by the way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 7:27 pm
She didn't know his name, but then again, it didn't really matter. She knew that after this night it would be over. The assignment she was sent out to do would be complete, and her target dead. After that, she would disappear. It was the fates of all I.G.A.'s to move swift and silent, to look sweet and normal, and to kill without a trace.
Problem was, there was something about this man, her target, that put her on the edge. Was it his eyes? His stance? Whatever it was, alarms were screaming in her head. Even though her mind was screaming for her to stop, to retreat for another time, her body continued moving forward. A needle dipped in poison tucked discreetly between her fingers, her head held high as a seasoned patron, she successfully knocked into her target jabbing the needle into his hand before dropping it into her dress. Target would be dead with in the hour. She made her apologies and calmly as if the encounter was naught but an accident slipped out of the room, and into the night.
~ this was from a story that I wrote a hell of a long time ago ( like in high school) XD it needs a ton of fixing now that I had to read it again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:15 pm
Okay, the stories are in my file in the class room, but for a project that I did, I have a list of things I like and things I dislike. I will demonstrate my skills of making up a story on the spot using only tiny bits of information.
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It was a horrible Monday morning. It started bad, and got even worse, I woke up slowly rolling off of the bed and landing on the cold hard floor with my face. I am sick and appear to be a zombie. "Awesome!" I say, but the day made it seem quite the opposite. I am an ugly zombie! I have zombie zits and blood spewing from my cold and clammy flesh. I smell even worse than I look! I walk slowly and stereotypically out of the bathroom. On my way out, I bump into a giant Hello Kitty. I take a large bite out of its innocent and cute kitty face. Now Hello Kitty is a part of the zombie army. As I look down the hall, I notice it is infested with various assorted types of ants, including the extremely deadly bullet ant. I limp as fast as I can out of the way of the bullet ant's line of sight. In the next room, it is very crowded with a plethora of mimes and clowns, all of them are also zombies. They are dancing to Michael Jackson's Thriller, I cannot help but dancing as well. I dance my way out of the room, the exit is right in front of me, bit Invader Zim is on! I sit and sing along with Gir's Doom Song. One of the zombie mimes turns on some crappy country music, so I quickly evacuate the building. I look around... It appears that I am witnessing a zombie apocalypse....
[PART 2 COMING SOON.....]
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:28 am
“Mommy, mommy where are going, mommy?” a young girl about eight called out wide eyed
“Mommy’s going out sweetie I’ll be back soon okay” the young mother replied with a smile
“Okay hehe” the small child giggled crimson eyes sparkling.
She never came back…
It’s been seven years, seven miserable years seven years filled with hatred, sadness, fear and father that would put the devil to shame.
The Bible says; thou shall respect thy parents but what if one of those parents is an abusive, alcoholic father and the other a mother that just didn’t care.
What if you returned home from school each day knowing that you would return to the sting feel of steel on your torso, the feel of shards of glass ebbed into your hands, the feeling of being whipped over and over again?
Tell me please I want the answer I don’t know apparently I am a simple minded pathetic demented soul well that’s what I’ve been told ever since that day December 21st 2001 that cold day that freezing cold day. The day my Mother left. The day my once kind care-free loving father turned into an in short a*****e.
One of my works from back in middle school, I know not so great neutral
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 4:47 pm
Whenever he decides to violate me, I try to wander my mind elsewhere. For a second, I briefly remember a time when my parents were still alive. Eventually, I get brought back to reality when he makes me call him “Daddy”, even though he’s just my uncle, whose name I’ve long forgotten. Sometimes, he brings his friends over, and they take turns. I want to make this stop. Maybe I can.
Part of a short story I'm working on. I have a lot more short stories, and have a couple novels that I'm working on (I have no idea if I'll ever finish them, but oh well... :'D).
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:22 pm
I write! ;D I can't really submit a piece of my writing, 'cause I write crossovers on FanFiction.net. I'm Woman in Black, look me up? xD
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:29 pm
Very good stories from all of you above ^^ Keep it going
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:00 am
So when I broke my own promise to myself, I immediately turned away so if on the off chance he turned around, Zach wouldn't know that it was me that spoke. As i walked away with my back turned to him, I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed or shocked. I had said his name over and over again in my mind. every second I spent at home, with friends, or even in the shower. I'd said his name in all my fantasies and dreams. I didn't understand how now, when I had finally worked up the courage to speak to him, I got it wrong. When i had opened my mouth, the thought right before was, "I love you". However, when I tried to finish the phrase verbally, my tongue decided to play a new trick and instead of "Zach", out came "Chris". There was no way I could possibly be in love with my best friend. He was weird! He was the one who had randomly kidnapped me from the playground when we were five and took me to his house to share his ice cream. He's the one I talked to late at night whenever I had problems with my family. He's the one who smiled at me whenever I did something that I didn't even realize was adorable. He's the one... No! Wait! What am I doing? I am NOT falling for my best friend. I love ZACH. Zach, Zach, Zach, Zach, Zach. Not Chris. That is the scariest thougt in the world! it makes me wonder though, if I'm so in love with Zach, why didn't I say his name? Oh no, there I go again. I really need to stop thinking before this results in catastrophe. Zach would never go out with me if I have internal problems. For that matter, neither would Chris.
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