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 Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:38 pm
Kinda. Took forever to find it. :3
Then there's something on page 1400 that I can post here too. Oh, and there's also that stuff I wrote when everyone was into the Nuzlocke challenges. I really do like the first entry more than the second, so I'll post that here instead.
Mama said I have to keep that man's baby. She said, if I had gotten an abortion, that I would be a murderer. It was against the Lord's will to take the life of another, and that I would going to Hell. This baby feels dirty. It makes me feel dirty. Every day I wake up, I remember what happened, why whatever is growing in me is doing so. The Father at the church said it was a sin to kill an unborn child. He said I would be denied from entering Heaven for committing a sin. I asked him if it was a sin, what that man did to me. He said yes, and I asked why I should keep the product of sin. He didn't answer me and Father told me that I should go home.
He doesn't understand. Mama doesn't understand. This baby is killing me every day it lives, but the Lord's will is the Lord's will and if that's what my Mama agrees with, it's probably best to listen.
Everyday I wake up, I get that small bliss where I forget everything. Then my hands softly touch my slowly growing stomach, and I remember. Remember the night when he put his hands all over my body; one hand pinning my arm to the brick wall, the other ripping my shirt open, tugging my pants down, making me vulnerable, and now his arm is pushing my whole body into the wall. I couldn't even scream from the shock; scream as he's putting himself into me, but he covers my mouth anyways.
Opening my eyes, I'm staring at the ceiling, and I start to cry.
I slowly get out of bed, and I walk over to my dresser- lifting my night gown over my head- and I stare into the mirror, at my half-naked body. There used to be bruises; on my neck, on my legs, my ribs. Wiping my tears away, I put my clothes on and walked towards the door.
I stopped putting make up on. Rape victims don't feel beautiful anymore, especially the pregnant ones. I don't eat in the mornings, there's not much to be hungry for anymore. Mama says I'll starve the baby if I do, and I don't understand how that can be any bad.
Anyways, I'm thinking of changing it. I'm thinking considering her predicament, that'd she'd be suffering from PTSD. :U So she would be admitted to a psychiatric hospita until she recovers. They do commit suicidal people. :U
Thing is, is it's run by this devout Christian, who won't actually release her until she keeps the baby. So like, sort of brainwashing her. :U This way, I can have more characters, and it's less of a short story, and maybe a decent length novel. I'm really liking this idea too.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:47 pm
Well, not exactly a devout Christian. More like a delusional zealous who believes that their way is the right way, and that if they have to force her, than so be it.
Not sure how it would work, because they don't preform abortions like, after the first trimester. :U
Oh, well, there's the whole suicide part, so they can keep her there I guess. I dunno, I'll make it work.
In any case, it involves her not wanting the baby, then her being brainwashed into not having an abortion in those first three months, then for the second and some of the third trimester, her learning how to cope with what happened to her and the acceptance that it is her baby as well and it deserves her love. Then, (LPS's idea, by the way) the stillborn.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:54 pm
This is more or less just part of the speech of the dragon one I have in my head.
Reading back, I actually like it, unlike at the time when I didn't.
"Have you lost your sanity? We cannot do that!" Rose loudly whispered, sharply yanking down the beast's harness towards her, the two now at eye level. The dragon's nostrils flared as he stared into Rose's eyes. "Your... problem? What... is it?" He hissed. "You want me to betray my friends... betray the Guard! You want me to betray the King!" She yelled experated. The dragon showed no fear at her raised voice, and continued to stare defiantly. "Sacrifices... are to be made. There shall be... no progress... without pain. Slavery... do you like it?" Rose stared at the creature in disbelief. "What demon has put these thoughts into your head? Put these, s-since... Since your Hatching?" She muttered, and she released her grip on the reins. The dragon reared its head, and stood on his two hind legs, towering over Rose. He stared down, awaiting her answer. "It is not a matter of whether or not I am particularly fond of the tradition, but I have been raised with it being the norm. It is not easy to throw everything I have been taught. "You seem to think that this is cruel, and undermining a creature of your mythical stature, but there is far worse than a shortened lifespan. Far worse." A deep rumbling sigh and the dragon snorted a puff of gray smoke. "I find it... unacceptable. We had... no choice. Bred... for captivity. It seems that... we are free, but... we are not. We belong to... humans. Seeing the wild ones... made me realize that it is wrong. A shortened lifespan... do you not see that... that is more than enough... to let us go." Rose stopped to think of what was said to her. Impatient for her reply, the dragon lowered his head and began to nudge her. "Quit doing that. Your horns are getting more pronounced." Rose said, pushing his head gently away from her. She sighed, and made her way to a toppled tree trunk, and sat down onto it. Quote: That's all I have so far. I don't even want it to be that short but it is. :c This is supposed to be a part of a goddamn chapter. It'll be better than that once I go through it a couple times anyways. I mean, I just wrote it. :3 That's not the beginning however. I just don't want the single conversation to be this short. I need to make it longer. The reason there are breaks in the dragon's speaking is because he was born with a deformity; his lungs are small. Therefore, it afflicts how long he can maintain flight and like, how far/long he can breath fire and how big of a projectile he can spit. LPS knows what's going on. There shouldn't be any contractions. I had to go over it to get rid of any. As for that, I dunno what other words or expressions I could use that might have been said back then. :/ Also, being that this is before the British Colonization of North America, all the characters are either French or British, or of some other European descent. I can't think of a good name for a dragon. They all sound retarded. xD
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 12:11 am
realize you cockheads lovies aren't all playing the same game, but since Cookie was first, the graveyard being used for all of you is in Lavender Town. :3)
Dropping his shovel on the ground, Carlos let out a sigh and sat down at the big oak in the middle of the graveyard. The sun was already setting, and Carlos was not done with his work. Soaked in his own sweat, Carlos longed for a shower back at home in Lavender Town. He pulled out his water bottle and drank deep from it.
Grave digging had to be done by a human, as live Pokemon were liable to either become scavengers or too scared to help out. Carlos was fine with such a thing. The absence of giving out orders gave the day's work a nice silence, one that helped Carlos get into his groove. It also allowed him to pay his respects to the recently deceased Pokemon.
He had already buried half of the Pokemon that came in this weekend. Kept cool in the Tower's Basement until ready for burial, it always seemed that when one was buried there as always another waiting.
Looking back for the weekend, Carlos tried to imagine the turmoil the Trainers felt at the death of a beloved partner. He always tried to imagine the battle the dead Pokemon perished in.
The first of the weekend was a Zubat. Carlos couldn't remember the trainer's name, but he felt something about the trainer. Something was weird, and yet, exotic. Wild. Carlos shook the thoughts away, it was just an observation, or at least a stretch of the imagination.
The Zubat seemed to had sustained a horrendous wound from a Flying Pokemon. Carlos could tell that the Zubat most likely died from blood loss. A well placed Peck was no laughing matter for any Pokemon.
Second, from the same Trainer, was an Onix. It seemed to have slash wounds on it. Most likely death from blood loss as well. It seemed that the somewhat overbearing, Manly-esque trainer had a problem with Pokemon that could cause 'bleeders'. It seemed once more to be a well-placed attack. Trainers should never underestimate the power of a critical-hit.
Then there was a Wingull and a Dustox. The trainer bringing them in seemed listless, Carlos recalled. Deeply saddened. He had offered Soda but instead of drinking it herself, she put it in the Health section of her Bag. She seemed unwilling to accept that the Pokemon were dead however. To Carlos, it was just a blur. She seemed to move faster than light, taking her fallacy out on the Grave Digger. Carlos was forced to send out his Milotic just to calm her down. It worked though, and after she regained her senses, she disappeared before Carlos could collect his tip. It didn't bother him though, she seemed to need the Watts.
The wounds were unknown, and Carlos assumed them to either be trauma related, or due to internal bleeding.
A day later, early in the morning, there was a boy- Carlos was sure it was a boy- who came in with both a Bidoof and Shinx. Although Carlos was asleep, Machamp took care of the Pokemon this time, taking them to the Tower basement. Good thing Glalie and Snorunt were awake as things for Carlos might have been disastrous. He had told of Machamp that day, who walked off sulking. Officer Jenny managed to bring her home before midnight to Carlos' relief.
Today was the day Carlos got a new burial. A Raticate. The trainer who came in was older than most, and he seemed depressed. Possible that he had already been through this, although Carlos had never seen him before.
Carlos usually never saw the Trainers though. The bodies that came from Kanto, the trainers preferred to bring in the deceased themselves. The ones from Johto were usually brought in by the Magnet Train.
...
Not anymore it seemed. The train hadn't been to Kanto in a while. For now, work had been shipped using the S.S Anne. Carlos' Froslass was currently on board the ship, keeping the bodies cool to avoid decay.
In any case, this caused work to come in slower, which was always fine to Carlos.
Carlos stared at the newly dug grave, and walked to his wheelbarrow. Covered in a sheet was the dead Raticate. Carlos looked at it with a grimace. It didn't seem well-loved as a whole, but it seemed have been a useful companion. Most likely it was subject to the future most Rattatta and Raticates faced, an 'HM Whore'.
Carlos sighed and picked it up gently. It had massive bruising all over its body, and bones were broken in many places. Blood stained its fur.
Dead Pokemon couldn't be healed, not like knocked out ones. The machine that the Nurse Joy's used were unable to work for organisms with no vital signs. Even the Chansey's Eggs had no effect. The Pokemon stayed in the state that they died in.
Carlos knelt down beside the grave, and lowered the Raticate into the ground. There was no doubt that it was loved, but even love couldn't help when faced with what was obviously the violent and lethal outcome of ******** Whitney. It's her fault Rollout got popular," Carlos muttered. "You didn't deserve this."
He said a few words, and wished for the Pokemon to return to this world in the form of a Ghastly, as was the custom for Grave Diggers.
Sighing, Carlos walked back to the oak tree and picked up his shovel. Picking up a spade full of dirt and hurling it into the grave, Carlos began to finish the last of his work load for the day.
Shhnk.
Thunk.
Shhnk.
Sckreen.
Thunk.
Shhhnk.
Thunk.
Sigh.
Shhhnk.
Thunk.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 5:36 pm
Hrm. The whole idea of the mental hospital seems, overused. You know?
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:53 am
lolo
I wanna write a script. :3
Is it weird that I already have most of the cast I want? It helps though, because I like how these people can act, and I know they can bring them to life. Faces to the paper.
Anyways, first half is about this mother who's son has committed suicide, and the detective is trying to find out what drove the son to such an extreme considering that the suicide was really out from left field. She believes that the mother drove her son to suicide i.e abuse in the household, and is trying to prove it, also while trying to find some serial killer.
Obvious twist is obvious, but neh. Mother actually slit her son's wrists, but is not actually the person who is the serial killer, but that would be the father. lolo He's not shown very much, but I will have indicators. In any case, the wife/mother is his accomplice, and the son found out about it, and she murdered him to keep him quiet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 11:28 am
Wow, you went crazy.
Anyway, I like them. The first one appealed to me because for the NaNoWriMo that could fit into it perfectly, somewhat.
I can be in your script? I can be the one that dies. I'll assume Cookie will be in there to sex everything?
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 1:18 am
l-Kathulu-l Wow, you went crazy. Anyway, I like them. The first one appealed to me because for the NaNoWriMo that could fit into it perfectly, somewhat. I can be in your script? I can be the one that dies. I'll assume Cookie will be in there to sex everything?
Yeah, I was thinking about doing it for NaNoWriMo, but it's already the seventh and I don't even have the story planned out. :U If I can't proofread/edit, I'd at least like to plan on where it's going. Writing blindly for me leads to contradictions. The minimum doesn't seem like a lot, but I don't know if the time length given would be enough for me. :'D
lolo If by name then, I could do it. :3 I dunno if a crime-thriller really needs sex on Cookie's level though. Too much and people will forget what it's about. >:3
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 2:31 pm
Just writing this so I don't forget.
I had a dream that everyone on earth was frozen. Like, someone pushed pause onto the world. Anyways. for some reason, humanity was frozen for three hundred and forty-five years, except our technology continued to better itself.
That somehow, most people from the past were taken into the future. :U I met future me. It was weird. And I was also rolling in cash. Like, I had a lot of money in my pocket for some reason.
Anyways, it was badass. and totally creepy,
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:25 pm
There was a thread on /b/ where your captcha is the title of a video game you are designing and you have to describe it. o 3o
Elamorts Claypole
Set after the events of World War One, the French spy Elamort Claypole- stationed in Germany during the war- has reason to believe that the Germans are once again amassing an army. Abandoned by her government, she hides in Nazi Germany, trying to find the proof of Adolf Hitler's plans for European domination, and to prove to the French government of her worth..
The environment is your weapon. Utilize Elamort's female charm to distract your enemy and lure them to their death. Or utilize stealth to take out your enemy.
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