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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 10:11 am
This is where I shall be posting the short Very short stories and drabbles of mine.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:01 am
The Characters; A template of most of the Character's I'll be using.
Name: Scott Bliztenburg
Nickname: Scooter
Age: 16
Looks: Broad-shouldered, fair complexion, small amount of freckles on cheeks, blonde w/ short, spikey hair, slight muscular build(Upper body), dark brown eyes, short.
Personality: Pompus and Arrogant at the worse of times, loves to tease, very hard to blush, kind and gentle, horrible temper.
Orinentation: Undecided.
Family: Mother(deceased), Father, sister(twin), Grandfather.
Sign: Leo
Other info: Scooter's allergic to Shellfish, Loves hardcore and heavy metal rock, hates to cook, loves to bake.
Name: Lucas Irisman.
Nickname: Irishman, Lulu.
Age: 16
Looks: Skinny Build, tan complexion, large amount of freckles on faces, messy and short dark-brown hair, light blue eyes. semi-tall.
Personality: Fun, loud, annoying, hard to tie down, can't keep still for logn periods of time, goofy, can be serious when needed, jokester and class clown, huge flirt.
Orientation: Bi all the way!
Family: Mother, Father, 2 Sisters, 13 brothers "back in Ireland"(number changes very often.)
Sign: Aquarius
Other info: Lucas is allergic to cats, loves club music and remixes, a huge bullsh*ter, has to wear glasses.
Name: Gabriel Slither Eyn
Nickname: Gabe, The snake
Age: 16
Looks: Semi muscular/skinny build, very fair complexion, short, blond/nearly white hair, Dark green eyes(grey when wearing contacts), very tall.
Personality: Quiet, shy, very hard to get to know, friendly and kind to the people he is close to, a firece protecter of his family, blushes very easily and hard.
Orientation: Bi but leans more towards men.
Family: Mother, father(Jailed), younger brother.
Sign: Virgo
Other info: Allergic to dog fur and saliva, often get too caught up at work, has huge crushes on fictional characters, namely Draco Malfoy, has to wear glasses.
Name: Hunter Ange
Nickname: Misery
Age: 15
Looks: Short with a tan complexion, long black hair held almost at all times in a ponytail, semi-built/skinny build, wears a mulitiple contacts.
Personality: Understanding, comes off as many things, mostly positive, oddly wise and knowledge(a)ble, very friendly, a hopeless romantic, can blush on cue to please people.
Orientation: Gayer than a rainbow.
Family: Sister, Mother and father "Away on work."
Sign: Pisces
Other info:
"You'll find out perhaps one day, if you want."
Needs to wear glasses.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:50 am
The plan... It was horrible.
The hot sun beated Scooter's neck hard.
Very hard.
The walk to Gabe's job at the Library was always the same miserble expirience.
He would beg his father to let him use the car to drive,
"It'll be faster! It'll barely use any gas! Please!"
And his father said the same thing.
"You could do with some walking"
Yeah HE could do with walking.
Over the years of walking and the help he did for others, Scooter built a respectable amount of muscle. So much so, he quickly filled in his shirts, earning him regular shouts of "f**" and "Gay-a**" from the a*****e that lived next door. (Which earned him three days worth of garbage blocking his door and a black-eye when he came out the window).
Now, in front of the of the "Heat trap" as it was put by many a Librarian who couldn't take the heat and quit, Scooter stood, drenched in sweat and pure hatred towards whatever controlled the sun in the universe, preparing himself for the wave of heat that would most likely cause him to faint if not kill him.
As he reached for the door, he was greeted by a sharp and shrill scream that sent him flying backwards, onto his a** on the lowest step.
Looking up to see the Banshee (which he was certain was the only thing that would or could make the noise), Scooter was instantly angered as he saw that instead of a green-skinned woman with a huge bush of hair, he was angerly staring at the grinning face of Lucas Irisman. The two had been friends since childhood along with Gabe, but that would not save him from the beating he was sure to receive.
"Oi! What're doing sitting on the steps like some nerd at a new school?"
"I was sent backwards by the damned noise you made."
"What noise?"
"Oh you know what I'm talking about! The-"
For a good moment, Scooter considered trying recreating the noise he was sure was emitted by Lucas's mouth but decided against it. He didn't need the people here thinking he was crazy or something.
"Well come on! You're letting all the cool air out."
Lucas said only slightly sarcastically as he left Scooter at the entrance.
Scooter, mumbling what sounded like threats in Lucas's direction, closed the door and looked about himself. The library was a funny place to be for him. He was used to make noise and a lot of it.
But here, he couldn't not without getting in trouble.
OI! You joining us anytime soon?
Lucas asked loudly, sweat keeping the front of his hair sticking to his forehead while a boy who was wearing long jeans and a white-beater was telling him to shush, looking around them nervously.
Scooter wasn't all to sure how he and Lucas befriended Gabriel at all.
They both were out there, saying dirty jokes, barely making their grades,
while Gabriel was very introvert, sitting by himself at lunch and getting perfect grades.
It was most likely due to some accident or something that brought them together.
No matter what it was, they were still the best of friends.
"Really Lucas? Are you a barbarian?"
Scooter made out as he neared the table where they were seated.
"Do want me to lose my job?"
Gabe whispered as loud as he could.
"Calm down, if I wanted you fired from here, I'd do something much worse then yell."
Lucas assured/threatened Gabe, who promptly shut his mouth and shot daggers at Lucas with his eyes.
"All right, we all know why we're here, We got to get to Maine in time for the Skiing contest."
"Shouldn't Misery be here?"
"I am!"
Misery whispered from Gabriel's side, causing all of them to jump. The chair was empty just a moment ago.
"Anyways, we're all packed, got the affairs in order, all we need is a time we leave tomorrow."
"8:00"
Lucas said looking oddly proud of himself.
"We should leave as early as possible at like 6:00"
Gabe whispered, wiping the grin off of Lucas's face.
"I agree with Gabe."
"Bu-"
"Before we start fighting."
Misery said, cutting Lucas off and taking the...top hat he had on and a piece of paper off the table
"We write down the times we think we should leave and shake the hat up. Whatever gets picked up is the time we leave."
He said as he took his piece of paper and wrote his down.
Gabe. Lulu, and Scooter did the same.
They all then placed them inside the hat, which Scooter shook and plunged his hand in, picking up a folded piece.
"We leave...."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 8:07 pm
(All of your characters are gay... Variety? ._." )
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:25 am
I noticed a good deal of your characters are named Misery..
Are we going through a phase? wink
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 11:13 am
Constructive Criticism gonk You guys! Leave her alone! This is a place for constructive criticism. Not complaining. Getting to that, now. Your writing, Kumi (or do you prefer Kat/Katsuna?), is not bad at all. You have a very fine sense of interaction between people. You describe your characters as they come into play throughout the story, and you have no trouble implementing metaphors. The only detail that really bothered me (the perfectionist I am) is that you have a very few minor spelling errors and possibly one or two mistakes in grammar. That's nothing to fret over, though. Overall, I would give you an A (were I grading you... o_O; )!
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 7:00 am
People Replied!?
eek Holy Crap
Anyways.
Kaye: I made them this way because in other stories I've made, the characters one way or the other were boyfriends of Misery.
Being that Misery was originally a girl, I made them Flexible, so to speak, when I changed her into a him.
Emily(I like that name too!): Misery is the name that I go with when I make up stories. Others are;
Lilith
Kumi
Shaylene
Aiden.
Plus, he's my Favorite character.
Z(I don't mind any name really.) Thank you so very much on your words and criticism.
Now, what to right next.... ninja
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 8:44 pm
We weren't complaining. I just think that... eh. Nevermind.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 7:42 am
Why? The night was cold. Colder than cold really, but the weathermen and women always just said cold. No matter how damned freezing it was, they always said it was just cold. It seemed to work for the people. The girls standing in front of Hunter Ange seemed to think it was completely fine to wear jeans, a shirt and a small sweater-none of which cover their bellies-to fight the cold wind.
The young man just stared ahead as his peripheral view saw anything that caught his interest. Such as the very handsome young man who decided to stand right next to him as they waited for the light to change to green on the cold night of winter in Times Square.
Hunter tried to keep his calm. Not to say he was gonna break down just because this very, very, very good looking boy-no, scratch that, MAN-was standing next to him. It was that he had that feeling. The feeling he had when he first "Fell in Love" at first sight. That feeling most people get when something they want to go right after a day filled with wrong finally goes right. When that feeling started to overtake him, he couldn't be accounted for. He would do idiot, insane things. Just as long as he didn't say "hi".
If Hunter said hi, everything would go down hill. He'd ruin his life for this guy. He'd walk on broken glass barefoot for this guy. All if he said Hi. That and many other things that raced through his mind would happen. All if he said "Hi".
"Hi there."
The handsome man said to Hunter, who promptly smiled before turning his head to return the greeting.
This should be good. Did as a Spur-of-the-moment thing.
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