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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 5:38 am
This is a short story that I just wrote actually. It was inspired by the drama "One Litre of Tears". I've dedicated it to Ikeuchi Aya. May she Rest in Peace.
"Why?" She asked me as she stared blankly out the window. "Why...me?"
"I don't know." I replied. She turned to me.
"Why?" She asked me. "Why don't you know. Why don't the people I love the most... ever have the answers." I looked away from her sad face.
"I don't know." I reply. "I just don't... know."
That was Ayaka's question. Why. Why did she have to be the one suffering. Why not Mom. Or Dad. Why not me? Why not our brother. My name is Rabu Shiyamoto. My sister is Ayaka Shiyamoto. She has a bad disease. A disease that I don't understand yet because I am to young. What I do know is it's name. And what it does to people. Spinocerebellar Degeneration Disease. Slowly this disease kills people. As it progresses, they can't walk. They can't speak. It becomes difficult to see, hear, eat or even write properly. Sometimes, like in our family's case, it slowly kills the people around them. It's hard for us. My family, I mean. It's hard to watch her fall. Literally, she falls right on her butt in front of us. And every time it happens, I feel myself die. I think, sometimes, that one day, she will fall and she will never get up. Her eyes will close. Her brain will stop completely. Her heart....
"Rabu!"
"Come on, sister!"
"It's time to go."
"I'm coming!" I yell. I run to my dresser grab a brush and rake through my hair a few times before grabbing my coat and bag and heading down the stairs. Today is the first day of school for me and Ayaka-chan. I'm nervous as ever. And Ayaka.... Well, she's calm as ever. I don't know how she does it. I would be shaking in my sandals if I were her. I don't think I could deal with the looks and whispers behind my back. Ayaka is so strong. So brave. So... not me. Which is a good thing. 'Cause if she was like me; she wouldn't be able to cope with this sickness at all. I admire my sister. She is just like Aya from "One Litre of Tears". But I don't want to think of her having the same fate as her. I am more like Ako. I want to be a nurse. I want to help people that are like my sister. I want to help. I want to....
"Rabu! Wake up!" my brother, Shou, snaps his fingers in front of my face.
"Huh? Quit it! I am awake." I slap his hand away.
"Little brother. Little sister. Don't fight in front of the dog." Ayaka points to our Shiba Inu, Sammi.
"Ayaka, don't be silly. The dog knows nothing." Father chuckles.
"No, Otousan." Ayaka says firmly. "You don't be silly. Sammi knows everything around him. He know when we fight. He knows when we play. He even knows when we are sick." When the word "sick" crossed Ayaka's lips; the room grew quiet. The silence was broken by the buses horn beeping outside our window.
"Oh! That's the bus! Hurry, hurry, be on your way."
"Ok, bye okasan, otousan." Ayaka and I run out the door to get on the school bus.
"Rabu-chan." Ayaka says as we sit in our seats.
"Hai."
"Why did the room get silent after what I said." I paused and looked at her. My head started spinning, wondering what to tell her.
"Rabu-chan. It is because of my disease, ne?"
"No, of course not." I told her. " It was because we were thinking. Thinking about the dog. Wondering what else he understood about us." Ayaka smiled.
"Good. That makes me feel better." I smiled too. It was a fake smile. A smile that hid the truth. I hated that smile. I hated it so much....
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 8:31 am
(for English, I was supposed to write a two paragraphs descripted essay. It's kinda weird but I hope everyone can understand it.) whee Purple Garden The garden in my dream was, strangely, not green but purple. Look, and there's purple; shades of purple: violet, amethyst, mulberry, lavender, purple-mountain-majesty, so on and so forth. I stood in the middle of it all, a sea of rippling purple that moves with the purple-laced wind of purple slivers and scents. The plants were strange of nature, tall, furry and stretch far above my head—perhaps three stories? Each leaf, if you could call it that, was long and narrow, and also soft to the touch, like the fur of a newly born pup; it, too, was of a purple color. Although everything were purple, the ground was not—it was a weird tan color with minuscule criss-crossing patterns. I don't think I have had ever seen such a mystifying garden. Wanting to see more, I crouched down on my hind legs, shimmied back a little, and leaped up above the trees. What I saw was startling. A sea—no, ocean—spreads before me, an ocean of purple as far as the eyes could see, and that's a lot since I have eight. In the distance, there was a spot of difference but before I can correctly see what it is, my temporal flight ended as gravity took me down back to the tan, criss-crossing ground. Fascinated, I readied myself again and launched into the air. Once I had determined the position, I began crawling toward the mysterious spot. The moment I broke through the purple wall, I gasped in amazement. Everything was not purple but green! There's finally some normalcy; but alas, it is not so. Even though the plants were green, it still looks just like the puzzling purple plants behind me. It was as if someone had dropped a dollop of green dye on this fabric of purple. As I continued to explore the green area, I heard many loud voices garbled. I could not hear what they said exactly but all of a sudden, the ground beneath me stretch, the plants lengthen, and the gentle wind turn into a great gushing gale. I was tossed into the air as I heard those same voices called in unison, “Barney!”
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 9:04 am
Poetry #2
Waiting Amused, I watched The girl kneel beneath my green tree Alone, afraid, yet unwavering She waited and waited and waited Waited through the nights Waited through the days Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting. Bored, I shake Yellow leaves fallen on the girl Alone, afraid, yet unwavering She waited and waited and waited Waited through the nights Waited through the days Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting. Bitter, I scraped Brown branches drew red on the girl Alone, afraid, wavering She waited and waited and waited Waited through the nights Waited through the days Still waiting, still waiting, still waiting Acquiesced, I shaded. Blooming blooms covered the couple Together, loved, and fulfilled She love and love and love In love now In love forever Still loving, still loving, still loving.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 6:31 pm
My story is called "Frequencies", have a time reading it.
EDIT: Oh, woops, the format got a little screwy, sorry.
RE: EDIT: Oh, snap, I guess my story is 2400+ words. It was originally 3500+, so I'm not shortening it any more.
ENTRY ONE:
Allimey, a thirteen-year-old girl, lived with her father on a lake. Allimey was a shy girl, with a well-kept secret. The night before the first day of school, Allimey’s father said to her,
“I know I’ve told you this many times, but please remember this proverb. Getting the most out of what you have and broadening your horizons are the only two things needed for happiness.”
Sammy and Allimey had been friends since the third grade, now the two were in eighth.
“Allimey, we are going to miss school because of you! Sam shouted, as she ran to and fro, gathering all of Allimey’s things, and placing them into her book bag.
“Oh, thanks Sam, but you could have woken me up earlier.” Allimey sighed, in relief.
“Come on!” Sam struggled to lift Allimey’s heavy book bag, to hand it to her. The two walked out, and the bus was waiting for them.
Allimey stuck her head up, put her headphones on. As the girls stepped onto the bus, a shy boy, Tasuke, whom they knew from earlier years of school, said to them shyly,
“Hello, welcome back to school.” The two nodded, and each said,
“You too, Tasuke.”
After finding a seat, Sam whispered to Allimey,
“I know you might need to wear those headphones, Al, but they make you look like you are not paying attention to me.” Allimey showed the cord to her headphones.
“See? They aren’t even plugged in; you know I listen, Sam, even if I don’t want to.
The girls chatted about what would have seemed like craziness to any others. Allimey possessed a sense nobody else did. This sense is called clairaudience. Allimey could hear things irregularly well, through some supernatural means. Even she did not know how it happened, it was always there, her whole life.
“This seat is creepily quiet, Allimey. I’m sure it’d be okay to take your headphones off.” Sam suggested.
“You know I don’t want to do that. All these people, I don’t care to hear them all at once.” Just then, the bus pulled into their school.
“So, the first day of school, ready, Allimey? Sam asked, while she jotted something down into her journal. They used maps on the walls of the school to find their way to the main office, where they received their schedules.
“Quick, let me look and see what we have together,” Allimey blurted out, quickly. She took Sam’s schedule. “Dang, we only have one class together!” Sam quickly took the schedules back.
“No, see? We have lunch together, too.” So, off to their lockers they went. Each said,
“See you soon, good luck!” In a chorus that even seemed rehearsed.
Allimey arrived at locker, and had a time opening it for time. She repeated in her head,
“One, thirty-three, seven.”
Allimey rushed to her first class, and her teacher said quickly,
“It’s the first day, I know, but you need to take the headphones off. I won’t hesitate to take them if the bell rings.” Allimey realized that she would not be able to concentrate, with them on, or not. She took the headphones off.
The bell rang, and all the students were all in their seats, as they wanted to make a first impression on the teacher. Allimey almost instantly zoned out, as she never cared about school, as long as she got an average grade, or better. Class rolled by quickly, and everyone left for their lockers. Everyone was pushing through the halls, which angered Allimey a bit, but what annoyed her most was the fact that she had to listen to kids whine about it.
Allimey reached her locker, and glanced down as the approached, she saw a small mirror. While thinking that it belonged to someone else, greediness took the best of her. She picked the mirror and placed on her locker, to look through it. Allimey was a bit tall, about five-foot and eight inches. Her hair was a dark brown, with a few streaks of red, and it hung down straight. She always wore her headphones, to drown out most loud noises, as she couldn’t really take a loud noise with her clairaudience. She never liked attention, so she wore jeans and dark T-shirts. Later in the day, school ended. Allimey and Sam said goodbye, as Sam did not usually take the bus. Allimey reached her quiet seat, to sit, and wait.
“So, why me? Am I the only one? How do I do it? Why do I do it?” I thought, as my bus moved slowly, to every stop, while I stared blankly into the sky outside. I know I am only thirteen, but I learned many things in my life. But there was one I did not understand until now.
“Getting the most out of what you have and broadening your horizons are the only two things needed for happiness.”
The next morning, Allimey realized, “Getting the most out of what you have…this must mean I have to accept this…thing for what it is. A gift.” Of course, she meant her clairaudience. Allimey said to herself hesitantly, “Broadening my horizons? Meeting new people and trying new things. That has to be it. But, why?”
Allimey knew only a few people, but she wasn’t really great friends with anybody except Sam. She walked to the bus stop, and pondered,
“Who are these new people?” Allimey knew how people felt when they were around her. They would be uncomfortable, and somewhat startled by Allimey’s appearance. Again, the bus rolled to Allimey’s house. She said to herself, in anguish, “Broadening my horizons…” Allimey stepped onto the bus. She sat down to Tasuke, the kid from the day before. She said, clearer than usual, trying not to intimidate,
“Hey, why don’t we talk anymore? Sam and I are leaving for the mall after school today, I need to buy new clothes for the year, and I’m sure you must need something from the mall, I’ll pay at the food court.” Tasuke thought for a few seconds, and responded,
“Sure, I would love to go, A nice way to kick off the new school year.” Allimey was hoping he would have said more, but they were mostly quiet, and noticeably embarrassed.
School was a bit exciting for Allimey that day. In the hall, she heard a girl say something about Nedragelle, her favorite band; she loved the soft vocals, and soothing work of their guitarist. She listened closer, and found that the band was playing at a nearby park at 6 o’clock. At the end of school, Allimey told Sam the good news. Sam flipped out, and exclaimed,
“We have to be quick at the mall, I am not missing this!”
Sam took the bus today, with Allimey. They sat down next to Tasuke, to ask him if he was still going to the mall.
“Yeah, I’m still going. Why? Did the plans change?” asked Tasuke, curiously.
“Well, the mall plans aren’t changing, exactly.” Allimey replied, “But, I heard Nedragelle is playing in the park nearby, at 6 o’clock! We don’t have tickets yet, but I’ll get them while you and Sam wait at the mall. You still in?” Tasuke exclaimed,
“Yes! I love Nedragelle! I’m still in!”
Sam, who was writing in her journal, notice the bus had arrived at Allimey’s.
“Okay, you two get to the mall, Sam, Tasuke. I’ll be there in a short while.” The other two nodded.
Later, as Allimey rode into the mall on a bike, the other two were waiting patiently in the food court. She ran inside, in the food court, just as planned.
“Four-sixteen, darn it!” Tasuke burst out.
“Ha! I guessed closest! Sam laughed. Allimey was annoyed at them.
“You two bet on my arrival?” she laughed.
“No matter. So, where to, first?” asked Sam.
“I want to pick up one of Nedragelle’s albums.” Allimey replied.
“Well, I would like to stop by the skateboarding shop, pick up a new deck.” Tasuke added.
“Okay, Tasuke. Al and I will head to Frequencies, the music shop, just over there.” She pointed. “Meet us there when you are ready.”
The girls headed to Frequencies, the music store. It was very diverse; it had just about every band imaginable, in separate areas, sorted by different genres of music. They found Nedragelle, but Allimey could not decide between two of their albums.
“Sam, what’s your opinion on these two albums?” Allimey asked.
“You never try anything new, do you?” Sam took an album and put it back. Allimey told Sam she was right. Sam moved off to some clothes on a back wall. She shrieked, and called Allimey over.
“Al, Look at this shirt! I’m so about to buy it!” Allimey turned, to find Sam holding a shirt that said Nedragelle on the front.
“What’s so special about it?” the girls turned, to find Tasuke shaking his head.
“It’s only a T-shirt with the name of the band, for five dollars more.” Allimey swiped the shirt from Sam. She quickly called out,
“Dibs! It is so mine for the concert!” Sam was furious.
“That is not fair!” Ugh, whatever. You pick up the deck you wanted, Tasuke? Well, let’s see it.” Tasuke showed them a deck with some of his favorite anime characters painted on.
“You aren’t in Japan anymore, Tasuke!” Sam and Allimey shouted, in their usual chorus.
“Lay off. Go and buy your expensive shirt.” Allimey walked to the cashier, paid for the album and the shirt, Sam bought an album, too.
After buying what they needed, the three had time to spare before the concert. There was a large piece of modern art in the center of the mall, which is just a random mass of differently-colored shapes. Allimey got frustrated from waiting. She was grasping a coin in her pocket. She removed her hand from her pocket, and threw it furiously at the heap of metal. This made a very loud, echoing noise that startled everyone in the mall, and knocked Allimey to the ground, as the noise was too much to take, with her clairaudience. Tasuke rushed to her, and extended his arm to help her up, and said,
“Are you okay? How did you even fall?” Allimey only smiled.
“Oh, no reason, Just slipped.” She replied. Tasuke shook his head.
“There is no way you could have just slipped, but who cares?” they both smiled softly as their hands touched. Tasuke pulled Allimey up to her feet again. “Only an hour left, let’s start walking.” He suggested.
On the way to the park, where Nedragelle was going to play, the three friends were chatting. Each had their own method of transportation. Allimey had a bicycle, as it was fast and easy. Sam had her scooter, as she could collapse it, to fit in her bag. Tasuke had a skateboard, as he loved the freedom, and the fact that he could do tricks.
Allimey quickly stopped. She was incredibly uncomfortable.
“Hey, Sam, Tasuke?” she asked for their attention.
“Yes, Allimey?” Sam asked, suspiciously.
“Well, I sort of don’t have our tickets.” She said, very seriously.
“You, don’t?” Tasuke asked. Sam almost fainted.
“I sort of…fell asleep when I got home.” Sam was furious. She shouted,
“You fell asleep? You kept this from us all day?” Allimey started crying.
“I’m sorry! So, so sorry!” she felt like she was about to break down until Tasuke finally let out a sigh.
“I guess it’s okay, I forgive you, Allimey.” Allimey was crying her eyes out, still.
“There’s no reason for you to forgive me! You should hate me!” she screamed.
“What? Why would we hate you, Allimey?” Tasuke asked, caringly. “I could never hate such a wonderful girl. We all make little mistakes like-“ Allimey cut him off,
“But my little mistake ruined our whole day!” The three had reached that park, hoping for the best.
Allimey had calmed down now. Three were still wondering what they could do. Sam suggested,
“Maybe they still have tickets, better than just leaving.” Allimey and Tasuke agreed, and they went to go ask some staff. They found a woman near the entrance, and asked if they could still buy tickets. The woman replied,
“Sorry, we do have tickets, but only two more.” The three looked at each other questionably.
“Yes please.” Allimey answered.
“Why? We have three people here, you know!” Sam shouted.
“I know, this is my mistake, I don’t deserve to go.” Allimey said, grimly. She paid for the tickets herself, and Tasuke peeked to see how much she was paying. He matched the amount, and slipped it into her bag when she was not looking.
“I’m not going if Allimey isn’t.” He said. Sam was shocked.
“But…if you two don’t go, I’ll be alone!” Allimey just replied,
“Deal with it; you’ll get no sympathy from me.” Tasuke tried to say something, but Sam cut him off.
“Whatever, I’m going, but I’m calling my boyfriend to come, now.” Sam took the tickets, and stomped off. Allimey and Tasuke looked back at each other, and chuckled.
“She has a boyfriend?” they both asked, in another chorus.
“Don’t worry, she’ll be apologizing tomorrow at school, she’s just having a mood swing.” Allimey and Tasuke laughed it off.
There they were, Allimey and Tasuke, without tickets, outside of the park, where Nedragelle was about to play. Allimey had noticed that the money from the tickets had been replaced; she knew it was from Tasuke. Because of this, she knew she could trust him with her biggest secret.
“Tasuke, I know you are going to think I am crazy, but, do you believe in, like, superhuman powers, and such?” Tasuke smirked.
“You may call me crazy, but I believe gifted people like that do exist.”
“No, you are not crazy, but I am.”
“How so?” Allimey took a deep breath.
“I have…clairaudience.” Tasuke’s eyebrows rose.
“Clairaudience? What is that?” he asked.
“W-well, I can hear things very well, way too well. I wear these headphones to drown out some of the noise. Well, it’s a sort of superhuman gift, but seriously, if you were to drop a quarter from fifty feet away, I’d hear a loud, echoing shriek.” She took her headphones off. “The band’s starting.” She announced. “You take in all I just told you? Tasuke nodded.
“I can’t say I’m not jealous-“ Allimey cut him off, and started singing the soft vocals of the band’s lead singer as she heard them. After the song ended, Tasuke said,
“Wow, I guess you are telling the truth. And, you have a great singing voice, very hypnotic.” Allimey blushed.
“Thank you, now let’s hear you sing.”
The two of them spent the rest of the day singing to each other, until the sun started to set. They watched it sink. They moved closer, Tasuke took Allimey’s hands. They kissed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 8:16 pm
ahhhhh
sooo sad XD
I was going to enter but my story is 3472 letters ~.~
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 9:09 am
i don't usually write in english, just because of the simple fact that i'm from sweden. honestly, this is the only thing i've ever written in english. i ask you to ignore spelling misstakes and my absolutley non-existing grammary knowledge. sweatdrop well, this is it, then. to a boy i really think is worth the moon and stars and the sun altogether. SmokeI watch your face in the vague light of a cigarette, stuck between your trembling fingers Just a few drags to go, and I inhale the chill of the night, mixed up with smoke Maybe we can’t fly, but this night is made for us, love, don’t you dare to let it slip through your shaking hands The cigarette is burning out, and I can see your face blur in the fading light A tiny sting of panic hits me, when you close your eyes and disappear into the sudden darkness Somehow, I don’t know if it was all imagination, if you even where there Panic pierces straight through my heart now Then your fingers find my cheek and I can breathe again Just don’t let go, love, It’s the only thing I will never be able to forgive
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 10:15 am
trissygirl ahhhhh sooo sad XD I was going to enter but my story is 3472 letters ~.~ Don't you mean "Words"?
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 11:56 am
Oopsie XD yes I do mean words LOOOL
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 2:41 am
Okies, well I'm not that good at writing, but this is one of my poems I wrote like two years ago! I hope you guys enjoy it!
Joker
I once knew a girl, a fool of a girl, who gave her soul away.
She said twas for love, he was her one, and he was there always.
I smiled at her, so happy and full of life, she awaits his kiss.
This kiss of death, consumed her totally, unknowing to the danger she lived.
She wanted to be more, to feel all that she could, be his whore.
She got her wish, He became her master, a plaything to be toyed with.
When she opened her eyes, all she saw were lies, but mostly the other girl.
How could she have been so blind, she asked herself day after day, tis all the same.
Her heart was given, her soul was taken away, she was left with nothing but the pains of yesterday.
Alone and broken she wanders, what she has done is her shadow, it follows her where ever she may go.
Now I look upon you and see something of her in you, so I must say, I once knew a fool who let a man take her heart away.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:15 pm
||wrote this in math class when I drew a picture of a flower. Hope ya like it.||
POETRY, FINAL ENTRY: : : The Flower That Never Blooms By The Subtle Lord or Hope.
The flowers that never bloom,
Are the ones we lay in your tomb,
Because you suffered from a certain doom,
As this flower began to bloom.
It is unfurling,
And uncurling,
It is unwrapping,
But it is trapping,
Our fates into this doom.
Because this flower has now bloomed.
This magnificent omen of our dooms.
And this flower that is in bloom,
Is the one that is laying on my chest,
This beautiful omen of doom,
Is one that is laying me to eternal rest,
Inside my awaiting tomb,
This flower has bloomed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:10 pm
Poetry My First Haiku EVER! Tattered yellow dress
Snake dressed in Prince Charming's skin
A ball of nightmare
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 4:55 pm
Short story contest: Submission one: The Truth About Roxie (nonfiction)
I didn't really think I was bad. I tried so hard to just be good. I let my parents set me up the way they wanted. I always came when they called. So why were they so mean to me. It's not my fault I was there. I thought they wanted me. I guess I was wrong.
Sometimes mommy and daddy would eat funny smelling foods and they would be happy. Those were good times. But mostly they just left me locked up. The house was dark and no one really ever came to see me. That's not to say people never came. Some even did pay a little attention to me, but for the most part I was just a noisy shadow.
Then one day mommy and daddy had a fight. I tried to hide till it was over so they wouldn't see me. But it didn't work. Daddy got taken away by some people I had never met before. After he was gone mommy found me and hit me.
I was used to being hit but it had never been this bad before. I didn't know why it was happening. I didn't know what I did. I never knew what I did. Then mommy stabbed me. I cried but mommy didn't care. She just hit me more and yelled at me.
I was alone.
Life went on that way for a while. I was pregnant and the only thing that kept me going was knowing my kids would be safe as long as I was alive. But then one day a light shone at the home. There was a person at the door talking to mommy and she smelled nice.
I didn't know why but I felt the need to run. I knew nothing about this person but I felt safe. So I ran. I ran out of the dark house and into the light. I ran to the ladies truck and tried to jump in. But I couldn't make it with my stomach so big.
The nice lady helped me in. I was glad.
We took a trip. I didn't know where I was going but I knew it was better. I hoped it was better. I thought it would be better. I was wrong.
We stopped at a large bright building. The nice lady helped me out of the truck and took me to a room. There were so many people there. They all looked at me and they were scary. I tried telling them to stop. I tried telling them to stay away, but they just kept coming by and looking. It was all too much.
I heard one of them mention me. They said I was aggressive and needed to be put down for the safety of others. I wasn't mean. I really wasn't. The only person who seemed to know that was the nice lady. She kept coming to see me. She even took me to the doctor to get help. The doctor said it was time for my babies.
I had been holding them in. I didn't want them to come in to life in this strange and loud place. With all the evil eyes and mean words. But there was light. The nice lady was always near. She always came by.
After I had my babies I was moved to a different room. More people came to visit me. They would even give me presents so that I wouldn't stop them from seeing my children. I liked some of them. Some of them reminded me of mommy and daddy. But still the nice lady was there.
I was happy for some time.
Again it was different. Soon they came for my babies. I didn't know why but they took them from me. I don't know if I was sad or angry. But I knew I couldn't do anything about it. So I just stayed in my room. Pretty soon I didn't feel so bad.
After the babies were gone people kept coming to see me. More and more people would take me outside of the room. More and more would bring me presents. Pretty soon I was healthier and happier than I had ever been in my whole life. It was amazing how I could have been so wrong about people. But all I ever had before was mommy and daddy.
Now there were so many. And so many others like me came in and out of the building too. I got to make new friends, though most didn't stay long. I wondered why I was different. Then I met him.
There were very few people in the building who spent more time with me that just moments. One was the nice lady. And the other was George. He took me out often and said nice things to me. He said it was making me better. I didn't know exactly what he meant, but I knew he was nice. It didn't take much to tell that.
Pretty soon I didn't see the nice lady as much anymore. I think she was too busy helping others like me. She had so much love to give. Every time she stopped by I would tell her how much I appreciated everything she did for me. But she would always make the visits shorter and shorter.
Soon the only real steady person who came to see me was George. I liked him and he seemed to like me. It was a good relationship. And you know what. It still is. George loved me so much that when I was released he took me home with him. Now George is my new daddy and you know what; I have never been happier.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 5:12 pm
Short story contest: Submission two: Ascension of a Judge (absolute fiction *1997 words woot* this is my first attempt at this obscure writing style)
-“Excuse me officer. I have it on good authority to believe that there is some illegal activity going on in warehouse 19.”
-“Really how so do you mean?”
-“A reliable source has informed me that there is a container being unloaded that is filled with women for the slave trade.”
-“Is that so? Well I think if that is the case we might need some backup.”
-“There is no time to get the authorities.”
-“Well then there is nothing we can do is there?”
-“Maybe nothing you can do, but I'm going in.”
-“Is that so?” BANG!
-“Seriously? But you are a guard.”
-BANG! BANG! BANG! “What the. . .?”
-Crack, thud. “What is the world coming to these days?” ‘Anubis, Enoch, positions’
-‘Covering Jenny’
-‘Covering Peter’
-The world in a nutshell, a bunch of good people doing bad things for money they get from bad people. It is amazing it has to come to this. Honestly, even police and customs agents. Oh well, I shouldn’t be surprised.
-Let’s see, electronic security, three stories, armed guards, what a lovely tea party. My invitation must have gotten lost. Let’s see who the other guests are.
-“You! Come here.”
-“yes sir.”
-“What is the status of the cargo?”
-“we lost four of the standards sir, and one of the specials.”
-“WHAT! One of those virgins is worth fleets of standard girls. Who let this happen?”
-“It was an accident sir. During my shift I forgot to take the spoon back from her after meal time and when I came in to check on her she had killed herself with it. I am truly sorry sir. I promise it will never happen again. We will take extra precautions next time.”
-“You’re half right.” BANG! Thud. “It will never happen again will it?”
-“Sir no sir.” In unison.
-“You, get the girls into the truck and take them to the processing plant. And do be more careful than your predecessor wont you.”
-“Sir, right away sir.”
-Honestly, I have to admit I like his style. Zero tolerance, it’s a fine wine you savor when you encounter it. Too bad. Wonder what will happen next. Perhaps we change the mood by dimming the lights.
-Pull, crackle, flicker, flicker.
-“What is going on now? Stupid old building! Someone get the generator running. And make sure none of the girls get away.”
-“On it sir.”
-‘Anubis’
-BANG, scream.
-‘done’
-“What is going on here? Quickly get the girls onto the trucks. You three, come with me.”
-‘Enoch’
-Screams, Bang! Bang! “What in the name of . . .” Crunch screams.
-‘done’
-‘Get the brothers to herd them away would you. Don’t need any innocent bystanders.’
-‘done’
-Screams, growls, screams.
-And now for the fun part, let’s make this good and messy. Ale-oop.
-“Who the hell are you?”
-“Why my dear friend, I am a connoisseur of fine things much like yourself. Currently I have taken an interest in currencies. More specifically those tainted with blood. Care to proffer an exchange for the cargo I just took from you?”
-“You stupid fool. KILL HIM!”
-“I think I’ll pass.” Slice, splat, gurgle. “Now about that transaction.”
-“What the hell are you?”
-“Yeah that is mostly accurate; however, my temperament is changing shall we deal or shall you die?”
-“I’ll deal, I’ll deal. Just name your price. I’ll pay anything just don’t kill me.”
-“Well I am glad to see we have an understanding. Now all I ask is all the money you have and we can call it good. Let’s start with bank numbers and such.”
-“Sure, sure, I have the numbers right . . . HERE!” BANG! BANG! BANG!
-“.38 doesn’t sound like any account I’ve ever heard of before.”
-BANG! BANG! BANG!
-“Now this really grows tiresome. I guess I will just extract the information directly.” Hiss, gag, choke, crunch, slurp. “Taste just like chicken s#!t. Bwah ha ha ha.”
-‘Anubis, we are done here. Where are you?’
-‘peir 9’
-‘And the women?’
-‘present’
-‘Wonderful! I will be right there.’
-Such a foul meal. Petui. Now let’s see, pier 9 and all the pretty young things are this way. Humph, moving under physical power, what a remarkably inconvenient way to travel. Now drifting through the shadows, that’s getting around. But c’est la vi. So hop skip and jump and “Helllooo ladies.”
-“Please help us. They won’t leave us alone. Please help.”
-“Won’t leave you alone? Now that doesn’t sound right. Anubis are you tormenting these poor ladies?”
-“Just Herrrrding them away frrrrom dangerrrrrr.”
-“Good boy. Now that we are all clear about this ladies; I have a couple of questions for you and then you can be on your merry way. Firstly, where do you plan to go from here? And secondly, how do you plan to get there?”
-“Please, we just want to be free. Please let us go.”
-“Now see, maybe this is a translation problem. Let’s try again. Where . . . do . . . you . . . plan . . . to . . . go?”
-“We have no where to go.”
-“Well now we have a dilemma. I tell you girls what. I just came in to a large sum of money and I would be more than willing to share it with you. But I do have one condition. I recently purchased a large apartment complex near here and I am gloriously devoid of tenants. Would you perhaps be willing to stay there and work for me in exchange for fair wages and a green card?”
-“You want us to be whores just like the others.”
-“On the contrary, I am looking for accountants, maintenance, janitorial, cooking, medical, and various other positions to be filled. Concubine privileges are negotiable and by no means mandatory. Besides, I don’t personally need any such service and I am uncertain to the extent of which my comrades here could use it.”
-“You don’t want us for sex trade?”
-“Absolutely not, but I do still want you. If you don’t like the arrangements we will simply leave you now and you can be gathered up by the remaining Triads in the area or collected by Immigration. In either case you will not be treated anywhere near as fairly as I am offering. It is your choice ladies.”
. . .
-“I will go.”
-“Me too.”
-“Hai.”
-“Anubis. See that these ladies make it safely to the building. And do be discreet about it. I have some business to attend to at a large house on the sea shore. I won’t be long. Feel free to come play if you get bored. Ta!”
-Ahhh, the joys of fair exchange. If all goes according to plan then these woman will be the start of the movement to clean up this city. There must be a significant amount more blood spilt first. But, then again, you can’t make an omelet without cracking a few eggs first. And in this filthy port city there are so many bad eggs around that need cracking I should be able to make thousands of omelets. Bwa ha ha ha ha oh I crack me up. BWA HA HA HA!
-“Breaking news here today. The man who has taken credit for the recent string of mass murders is going to appear in this very court. Our sources assure us that the suspect made these arrangements of his own free will and has proffered no threat to the fine people and police of this city. This, however, is little condolence to the families of the hundreds of people it is believed this man killed.
-“Wait, the police are pushing people back. As you can hear by the ruckus the crowd is nearly uncontrollable. We can almost see the suspect now. Amazing. The suspect appears to be clad from head to toe in dingy dirty rags and is being followed by a pack of what appear to be extremely large . . . wolves.
-“The police are motioning for us to move back. This reporter isn’t normally one for giving up a story, but I think it is actually best if we all just move back. Seriously I think those dogs could bite my head off in one shot. We will have to rely on our reporter on the inside. Going over to you Karin.”
-“Thank you John. We are here live inside the courtroom and the scene is like something out of a bad scifi movie. The suspect has entered the courtroom and has taken to standing directly in front of the judge. The pack of dogs he came in with is sitting in a half circle split evenly to either side of him. It is really a site to behold, like something from a circus.
-“Wait the judge has made the motion for silence. We will now record as this all unfolds.”
-“Please be seated.”
-“No thanks your honor, I would rather stand.”
-“The defendant will recognize the rules of the court.”
-“No the judge will recognize the head in my hands.”
-Screams and gasps.
-“Look familiar. I found it in your house. I do believe this was the man sent to persuade you to find me guilty by holding your wife and daughter hostage. You can relax though. I have placed them in the capable hands of two of the brotherhoods best men. Of course to top that off I have here this blood stained note from the head of the mafia family that employed this goon saying that all hits placed on yourself are to be removed and the family is to be disbanded. So now that the trivial aspects of this court are taken care of it is time for me to talk and you to listen.
-“People of this fair city, I have come before you today to ask a favor. I wish simply that you not resist the changes coming to your world. I wish that you embrace the new hand of law that is about to be instilled and I proffer you this promise in return.
-“From this day forth the protection of this city and its people will be left partially to the Brotherhood. The time of mortal men has ended and the justice of the people is as corrupt as the people themselves. So I have taken it upon myself to begin the process of instilling new judges upon mankind. Judges not ebbed by time nor chained by money. For this city Anubis will be the judge. He will meter out punishment as he sees fit and he will be just in his judgments.
-“Now for those of you that doubt me based on the tabloids description of my deeds well I proffer you this.” Screams and gasps. “Behold that which I am, what I gave up for justice.”
-“I ask you now, what do I have to gain from this. I don’t do this for me I do it for you. You will hate me now as a devil. You will use this skeletal form before you to justify my deeds as murder. You will see my wings and call me fallen. You will stare into the voids that are my eyes and you will cry evil. But you must know that when you stare into me I stare back into you. With these eyes I saw into the hearts of all those I killed. With these skeletal hands I took their lives. And with these wings I carried the weight of my deeds.
-“So now, I will leave you. You can decide if the deeds I did were right. You can decide to resist or fall in line. You can decide to leave and try another home. But regardless of your choice, and regardless of where you go. You will never decide the law again. Regardless of your choices you will be obedient. And regardless of your deeds, YOU WILL BE JUDGED.”
Transmission Terminated
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 5:10 am
Poetry 1: Friendship Bracelet
Faded red-orange strands,
the color of
an eight of hearts left out in the rain
while we sat wondering if the fish would die
when lightning hit the river.
Criss-crossing threads of black and red,
like those shorts you’ve worn for, what, six years?
I kept telling you to drink your milk:
goodness knows you need the calcium.
Stitches of faded gray
used to be the bright blue
of the river water that
washed the color out of them.
Now they’re the dull periwinkle
of washed-out jeans.
A dark string weaves through,
a winding path
black as death.
I was mad that time when you
broke my bike.
Wrote your name three times,
scribbling furiously in my notebook
time of death: 12:25 pm.
But I forgave you – you’re
still alive, aren’t you?
The bracelet is tied in green,
the bright, grassy shade of a Sims 2 plumbob
twisted out of shape
because you spilled hair gel on
the computer screen.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 5:23 am
Poetry 2: Thunder Moon
Tendrils of smoke snake through
birch branches
winding through the air
Pale leaves on the ground
glimmer faintly
reflecting the silvery, cloud-cloaked moon
The night air struggles,
choked by the poison
Shadows skitter around tree roots
orange light painting pictures on the ground
flames licking at the air.
Sick, croaking laughter
a single high cackle
shrieks of erratic laughter
The darkness stirs.
Stygian beasts dance in the twilight,
leap through trees
over fire
over stars
not hearing the pounding of
their fragile hearts.
One throws his head back,
lids veiling the sapphire of his eyes,
nostrils flaring as he drinks in
toxic vapors,
venomous fumes,
laughing inside at the thrill,
burning his tears in the
forked tongues of the flames.
A column of smoke spirals up through
viridian leaves and to ocean-floor sky,
to a yellow moon shrouded in charcoal clouds,
to a thunder moon
carrying crazed, vacant laughter into the night.
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