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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 5:46 am
whee
Now go write more.
Damn you, person who I probably knew under a different name! (seriously, what was that?) Why do you have to anti-suck so much? Grrrr.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:34 am
@KirbyVictorious: Wish, command... xd Oh, and I think the old username was Charlotte Anne? Or maybe The Book Thief?
9. Drive
Awake people are people too. So by definition there must be a day when Eve - the woman, not the Woman - gets up from her tangled bedsheets and wanders barefoot down to the kitchen, and does all the things that people do, in this day and age, when barefoot in the kitchen.
It's a normal day. She finishes her morning ablutions and goes outside, gets in her old Toyota. She puts the keys in the ignition, backs out of the driveway. In moments she's out on the freeway, listening to whatever she can be bothered to find on the radio and thinking of nothing much at all.
Then, for no discernible reasons that the paramedics, doctors, psychologists, and policemen can find, she simply falls asleep.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 12:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 8:23 pm
You stole the words right out of my mouth, Kirby.
Wait... is 'uh oh' considered a word...?
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:14 pm
Well, this took me an amazingly long time to write.
10. Breathe Again
For almost five minutes, nothing happens. Eve's head bobs up and down as she snores. The wheel shifts slightly under her fingers, which still rest lightly on the rim.
Then it all goes straight to hell.
Some bump in the road - some pothole - who knows what causes her hand to move, what causes the car to swerve in its straight path and drive into the Honda speeding past. She snaps back into reality briefly, in time to see the world on fire, before she is hurled again not into sleep but into unconsciousness by a blow to the head from god-knows-where. Afterwards she remembers only the flaring lovely terrible color of the flames that rose above her head.
Around her broken body, the world keeps moving. Soon the ambulance arrives; she is surrounded by anonymous men and women in uniform with gloved hands and masked faces, men and women who despite their anonymity are the ones who swear when they find her and are the ones who bring her back to life with their hands and their breath.
In the moments of brief lucidity, she knows them and she loves them. And also the other; the man driving the Honda, who is both a complete stranger and as familiar to her as the back of her hand, though that, she has time to think, before sinking back into darkness, is not quite so familiar anymore now that it lies in a pool of her blood.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:14 am
Uh-oh is an interjection.
And to this one: HOLY CRAP AWESOME!!!!
not the event. The writing. heart
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 5:42 pm
*RUNS AROUND SCREAMING* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
scream
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT???????
scream
SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
scream
scream
scream scream scream scream scream scream scream
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 7:56 am
Thank you. 3nodding
11. Memory
The hospital is to her distorted senses only a faint smell of antiseptics and the voice of her doctor, as she foolishly thinks of the woman at her bedside, speaking in soothing tones and using words that seem to flutter and peel away when Eve looks for reason in them.
"You can eat," says a nurse, who Eve always understands, though he never speaks in soothing tones. His name is McKinnon, she thinks, recalling a nametag, though right now she cannot see one.
She does not answer him, of course - her throat is raw in any case - but she sees in blurry lack of definition the green plastic tray on her nightstand. She gropes blindly for something, and her fingers grasp a round hard thing, cool and smooth to the touch. Blindly she bites.
-a sunburst of taste on her lips, an awakening, a loss and a gain-
What?
She swallows. She takes another bite.
It is only an apple. She frowns at it, to her unfocussed eyes a dark red blotch gleaming in the fluorescent lights. Whatever else lingers over it is... only a memory...
A dream, she thinks. Not a memory. No one has memories like that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:46 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:07 pm
heart heart heart
Kill her. rofl Joking.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:42 pm
it almost sounds like a story is coming from this. if you work this the right way, it could make an awesome first person's account.
: D
step on it! you still got 89 more to go.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 4:32 pm
WRITE MORE OR I SHALL USE YOUR TOPIC TO SHAMELESSLY ADVERTISE MY OWN STORY!!!!!
>.>
4000 breaths.
Rock on.
HA YOU ARE TOO LATE!!!!!
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 12:52 am
its very good annd original. I love it. I've never read the bible myself but i still enjoy reading things liek this. Keep up the good work! heart
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:10 pm
12. Insanity
He remembers the smell of smoke and the way the blood glistened on her lips. He remembers that her eyes were brown and that they had long straight lashes that cast long fine shadows on her cheeks in the eerie light of the flames too-bright, a beacon and a call to arms all at once, and more than that just a car on fire.
He also remembers that the hospital she was taken to is only a ten-minute drive from his apartment.
He wonders if he's mad. She already put an almighty ding in the side of his Honda, pretty near crushed it - I pretty near crushed her, he thinks, guiltily, even though she was the one who fell asleep on the ******** road so why the hell should he feel guilty.
In the end he decides to go simply because thinking about it any longer makes him too angry to see.
The receptionist lets him see her, to his surprise, tells him that the poor girl's injuries aren't too severe but they are "a little worried about her mental health, the poor dear, do be careful around her, please. Such a pity, such a pity..." He suspects, vaguely, that the receptionist probably assumes he is the woman's - her name is Eve, Eve, Eve, that's what the secretary said, Eve, Adam and Eve, haha - boyfriend, or something. He does not really care. The strange madness that brought him here drives him still on.
He opens the door. She looks up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:00 pm
oooOoOooOooOoooooOooOooo....
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