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 Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:25 pm
I have up till #4. There's going to be 100. sweatdrop I'll go ahead and post the other 3. smile
Thanks, Raven!
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:27 pm
ya she writes hell cool
LINKIN PARK
FORGOTTON
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:34 pm
*sings*
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
From the core
I'm forgotten...*stops*
Oh, sorry....
Dark Wing Story 2: End Letter
Title: End Letter
’Verse/characters: Dark Wing
Prompt: 024. Family
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of character death
Notes: Story two of the Dark Wing series. I wrote another because I was bored. Song inspiration is "Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park. I changed my mind about not having first person. They're short because I have, with this one, 98 more prompts to go XP. Expect 100 chapters total.
Now, we hear from June, Taylor’s sister.
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
~"Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park
I think it’s strangely quiet when I open the door to our apartment. Well, I mean, it’s more quiet than usual. There are no sounds of life beyond the doorframe and that worries me. Taylor doesn’t normally leave anymore. He’s become a recluse; he hides in this box all day until I come home. Sometimes I can get him out to the park nearby, but not normally.
I set my workbag down by the door and kick off my shoes. Mental note: get more comfortable shoes. I pad across the room to look in our kitchen and living room. He’s not there. I pad back to his room; same story, not there. Now I’m getting really worried and, not to mention, confused. As I start to shut the door to his room, a folded piece of paper catches my eye. Curious, I walk in and pick it up. I’m surprised to find my own name scrawled on the front. One-handed I flick it open. My blood runs cold as I start to read:
June,
I want to apologize in advance for this worthless piece of writing; you know me, I can’t write a decent letter to save my life…bad choice of wording there. You’re probably wondering where I am right now, considering I never leave the apartment anymore. I’m most likely heading down to His office building, if I’m not already there. Why, you ask? Because I can’t take this anymore. I’m not a patient person, so when you said to me ‘It’ll all get better soon’ I had hoped soon would have come faster than this. Six months is a long time, June, too long.
I wrote this letter to thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me. I didn’t deserve it and I don’t deserve an excellent sister like you. I’m broken and no amount of time is ever going to fix me, but I appreciate your effort. You stayed with me when everyone else turned away. You’ve kept me alive this long; that’s a remarkable feat. Don’t be offended by my actions tonight, it’s nothing to didn’t do. It was only a matter of time before this happened.
Don’t bother trying to stop me, because by the time you get here I’ll already be dead. I’m going to jump off his office building downtown. That’ll make a statement with him; though he probably won’t care.
I’m leaving you all of my stuff, whether you want it or not. Do what you want with it; donate it, make a shrine out of it, or burn it. I don’t care which one you choose, if any. Don’t let Mom and Dad have this big, lavish funeral for me. We both know they’d only do that to prove their status, not out of grief. I think you’ll be the only one who misses me and you know what? That’s okay with me; you were the only person that mattered.
I only have one request. Miss me. I want to be remembered by at least one person; I want to know I’ve left a mark behind. Other than that, do what you want at my funeral, just don’t let them plan it.
Looking back at this letter I figure maybe I’m not as hopeless as I thought in the writing department. Anyway, I’ll miss you, June. Just know I’ll be waiting for you.
Until we meet again. See you, later.
Love,
Tay
I’m sobbing by the end of it. I never thought he would do this! He was getting better…or maybe that was just a façade. A lie to satisfy me. My heart’s breaking, knowing that my brother, my strong, crazy older brother, was this broken inside. Then the rage sets in. It’s not at Tay, no, it’s at the a*****e who ruined his life. I want nothing more than to strangle him, to make him hurt. But all I can do is sit here and weep. Weep for the loss of my brother, my best friend. No matter what I’ll keep my promise. I’ll never forget him, ever.
Until we meet again, Tay, I think, Good luck; I love you. See you later.
That is all I can do.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:43 pm
Give it more soul
FROM THE TOP TO THE BOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:56 pm
*laughs* BOTTOM TO TOP, I'LL STOP!!!!!!
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:57 pm
that is what makes u a fan
PASSION
never let lp down
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:58 pm
Title: A New Awakening
‘Verse: Dark Wing (Taylor)
Prompt: 021. Friends
Word Count: 837
Rating: PG-13 for Language
Notes: Third in the Dark Wing series. Be excited! You learn a bit about the betrayal! (Not much though.) This story was inspired by the song “What’s It Feel Like To Be A Ghost?” by Taking Back Sunday.
This is quick but not quite painless,
It sits perched on your arm.
Tacky and irrelevant (So what?)
A permanent reminder that, oh Christ
(I study)
We study
(up nightly)
Drag you out into those streets
Before you buckled at your knees (buckled)
~”What’s It Feel Like To Be A Ghost?” by Taking Back Sunday
Pain. I hate pain. Whoever said death didn’t hurt was a liar. Everything was dark, but maybe that was because my eyes were shut; so, slowly, I opened them, fully expecting to see bright white clouds or even flickering flames. Instead, I saw the dark, cloudy sky and the top of the building I had just launched myself off of. I blinked, surprised.
What the hell? I thought, bewildered. I knew I couldn’t have survived the fall, so why was I here? My head lolled over to the side and my eyes widened in shock and horror. It took me a second to comprehend what I was seeing, but when I did, I screamed distressingly like a girl. My own face, covered in blood, was staring back at me with lifeless eyes. It confirmed the question of “Was I dead?”; I was, indeed. The sight of my own blood sickened me, just like it always had, so I moved my eyes away. As I did, I caught sight of a dark shadowy thing in my personal bubble. For the second time that night, I screamed like a girl. Like a person in a horror movie, I reached out to touch the unknown shadow. It was soft and felt feathery; it was a large, black wing, like a raven’s but larger. Realization slowly set in.
It was attached to me.
What was I? An angel? I’ve never heard of one with black wings, but, knowing me, I’ll be the first. It may be a possibility, I guess.
Was I a demon? Was I really that horrible in life to warrant an eternity of servitude to Hell? Then again, maybe I had.
My senses seemed to be returning as I stood; though I never noticed they were gone. People were screaming nearby; I could hear their panic through the voices. Screams of “Call an ambulance!” and “He’s dead.” surrounded me. I snorted. It was too late for the first, and the second warranted a duh. Sirens, though still a block a way, wailed almost deafeningly. The people around me didn’t move any closer than a few feet towards my abandoned body, as if they were bricks in a multicolored wall. They were watching, waiting for my body to move; I sighed as I lost all faith in human intelligence.
I hate to tell you guys this, but it’s not going to move. It’s DEAD, I snarked mentally with a snort. I sat up and looked around to all the strange faces. I didn’t know any of-
No.
He’s not here.
He was and he was looking at my broken, bloody body without any remorse or grief or guilt. He looked totally unemotional, and it hurt. It hurt that he didn’t care that I was dead, but it also angered me and I wanted him to hurt like I had for six long months; that was why I had taken my own life. I had wanted to end this pain, but I had also wanted to harm him. Obviously, it had backfired on me. Now, I was left as a dark winged…something and stuck on Earth for all eternity. Damn my luck!
I swore loudly at my mistake. I should have known better than this. I should have known that he wouldn’t care; he proved it six months ago. I swore again, even louder and more creatively.
“You might want to watch your language,” a nasally voice stated mildly from behind me. I spun around in shock and fear, and came face-to-face with the embodiment of the species “Homo Nerdus”.
He was short, skinny and had glasses that were almost as large as his face. His sandy brown hair was close cropped and he wore a white oxford that was neatly tucked in to his khaki pants.
And on his back were two, large black wings. I know I stared at him for a moment in surprise and a little bit of amusement; he noticed.
“It’s not polite to stare, you know,” he said, eyebrows raised.
“Well, sor-ry,” I said annoyed, “But it kind of confused me when you could see me.” I disliked people like him; wait…I dislike people in general.
“That’s understandable,” he grinned lopsided, “I’m Zach; Zach Harrison,” I was resigned to introducing myself. Anyway, I needed help; even if I didn’t want to admit it. I was now in over my head.
“I’m Taylor Andel,” I sighed, defeated.
“Nice to meet you, Taylor,” (I couldn’t really say the same.) “Now, I’m sure you’d like some answers and I can give you a few.” He was right; I did want answers.
“Alright,” was all I responded with.
“Now if you’ll follow me I’ll give you your answers,” he said cheerfully, as he turned and nearly bounced away. With one last look at the wall of human bricks (now with EMTs), searching the face that was now absent, I followed Zach; a feeling of sadness coming with me. Together, I and my new companion stepped into the darkness.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 2:59 pm
Title: Calling Blood
Verse: Dark Wing (June)
Prompt: 006. Hours
Word Count: 781
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Fourth in the Dark Wing series. Song inspiration is courtesy Fort Minor with “Where’d You Go?”. We are also taking a little field trip to the department of backstory. Enjoy!
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss you so,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
~”Where’d You Go?” By Fort Minor
It feels like so long since I last saw him. In reality, it had only been only a few hours. I had come home for lunch, knowing that he wouldn’t eat if I didn’t come home to make him. He seemed fine then; he smiled weakly at me and even cracked a (lame) joke. Had he decided that that was to be the last time he’d see me, or was it a split second decision?
Tears stung my eyes once more as I thought of him. There had been a report on the news about him. Taylor, though they were unaware of his name, had been pronounced dead at the scene. Just knowing that he had actually done it had crushed me; I had held onto hope that he would walk through that door to apologize for scaring me.
He was gone, through, and now I had to tell Mom and Dad that their own son had taken his own life.
The catch was, they would feel more ashamed than sad. They had stopped caring about him after he refused to see a therapist about his depression; why he was depressed, they didn’t know; only I did. They had seen him as broken and not worth fixing and had, thus, edited him out of their life. I was tempted to not call them at all, but I knew they’d find out eventually; all hell would break loose if that happened.
With no other option, I picked up the receiver and dialed a familiar number. The phone was answered within three rings.
“Hello, Mrs. Andel speaking,” the cheery voice on the opposite end said.
“Hi, Mom,” I answered. I knew I sounded depressed, and I was glad.
“June! What is it?” she sounded worried before her tone mutated into disapproval, “What did Taylor do now?”
With a simple deadpan and without preamble, I said, “He killed himself.” There was a stunned silence on the other side.
“That is not funny, June,” she scolded, albeit, shakily.
“It’s not a joke, Mom. He’s dead. He jumped off the Patterson Building.”
Silence once again reins; then came a sob. I surprised by this; I hadn’t expected her to care. She hadn’t shown interest in him since before His betrayal. I could hear Dad talking in the background, though individual words were absent. Then the phone unexpectedly changed hands.
“June! What the hell did you say to upset your mother?” he demanded. He was furious; he thought that I was antagonizing her. I didn’t take it personally; I was too emotionally deficient right now to care.
“Taylor’s dead, Dad. He’s gone, that’s why she’s crying. I just wanted to let you both know,” I said, deadpan still in place. I was tempted to hang up; in fact, I about did, but Dad’s voice stopped me.
“Wait, June, why? Why did he do it?” He sounded astonished; as if it had never occurred to him that his own son could take his own life.
“I don’t know, Dad; maybe because he was hurting,” I said, sarcasm reaching my voice.
“Why was he hurting, June? What happened? And don’t say you don’t know; I know you do.”
I hesitated. I decided to go with the basic answer.
“Dad, do you remember…,” I didn’t want to say his name, but I had to, “Seth?”
“Yes. He was Taylor’s friend, the nice, polite one,” Dad answered; his confusion was palpable. I flinched.
“He wasn’t as nice as we all thought. He betrayed Taylor in a way that broke him. That’s why he was depressed, Dad. His best friend had betrayed him in the worst way.”
“What way, June?” he asked, his voice quiet.
“I can’t tell you, Dad. I swore to Tay to never tell anyone what happened to him and I’ll never break that promise,” I said almost pleadingly.
“I understand, June, you don’t have to tell me; but if I ever see Seth again…” he trailed off. I was surprised to hear vehemence in his voice and I had no doubt that he would hurt Him if he ever saw Him again.
“Also, Tay wrote a letter to me before he left to…do it,” I couldn’t choke out ‘kill himself’, “He asked me to plan his funeral. It was one of his last wishes.”
“If that is what he wanted, then so be it. We’ll leave it to you, June, but if you need help, let us know. Well be there as soon as we can.”
I was grateful for his understanding. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll see you soon.”
He said his good-bye and hung up.
Once again, I was alone with nothing but hours to keep me company.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 3:04 pm
I'm working on it xp I just started it today.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 3:16 pm
Artimis_Potter I'm working on it xp I just started it today. Cool! i like so far! 3nodding
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Night Of The Shadowraven Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:03 pm
You know I like these, Artimis^^
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:05 pm
OMG you didn't tell me you were goin to put your story on the net
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:17 pm
@Raven: Thanks! ^^ (Do you have different Avis for different days...? stare )
@Nenel: So? You can still review ^^
@Yuya: ...Where have you been...? stare I've been posting it in my journal...
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:19 pm
Also, WHO THE HELL VOTED BAD?!?!?!? I wanna know...
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