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 Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 12:58 am
I made up a short story today. Tell me what you think.
-Note: If it has any resemblance to any other text, it is by pure chance.-
She could never have imagined that things would turn out this way. The tears welled up inside of her and she tried to breathe steadily to keep them at bay. She ran down the empty street, her breath turning to mist in the crisp night air, the coldness curling around her in the darkness. Thoughts of her deceased father entered her mind. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to get away.
She dialled a number on her mobile phone.
"Hey Sarah, it's me."
"Oh, Hi Ange. What's up?"
"Uh... Well... I'm leaving home."
"What? How? Where will you go-"
Ange then hung up on her friend. She knew it wasn't right to run away from her problems, but she had to do something.
Upon reaching the station, she bought a concession ticket to the furthest possible place she could go where she knew people. She thought of Sarah. Moving was torture. She was sick of moving away. The train was to come in five minutes. "Great." Ange mumbled to herself. Deciding to go to the toilet before the train came, she ducked around the corner and felt a hand grab her arm. She froze to the spot and looked at her attacker. Thin cruel lips and dark, ominous eyes looked down at her. He pushed her against the wall, trying to overpower her. She threw an uppercut that made him bite his tongue. "Bi*ch." he whispered, Scowling. His voice was deep and husky. A voice which would have been sexy in another situation, But this was sick. Suddenly he pulled a knife out, keeping it concealed. Ange tried to yell but her voice wouldn't come out. Looking past his head, she noticed a security camera pointing the other way. If only...
someone passed by which made her attacker try to act as casual as possible, while keeping her cornered. This was her chance. She ducked past him, running into view of the security camera. He chased her, and her train pulled in. Crap! She thought. He was between her and her train. No way was anyone going to stand between her and what she wanted. What Ange did then all seemed a blur. She punched him in the face and kicked him as hard as she could. Then she made a break for the train. A pair of arms locked around her and when she looked, it was the station guard. "No, Let me go! I need to go!" She cried. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to go back to her mother and stepfather. No-one could take dad's place.
The police came and spoke to her about what had just happened. they didn't seem to believe her. "He attacked me! He was going to stab me! Search him for the knife, for god's sake!"
The fact that the man now had a bleeding nose didn't help her one bit. "What was I supposed to do? Let him rape me?" Her martial arts training had certainly come in handy.
Another policeman walked in, hanging up his mobile phone.
"I just got off the phone to your mother. Come on, we're taking you home." He said.
"No!" Ange screamed, But they forced her into the cop car. They could though. She had nowhere else to go.
"There's something that you should know." Ange's mother said to her the next morning. "Honey, There are people around here who knew me when I was younger. They blamed me for a lot of things and I was in great danger."
"Wow, how very vague you are." Ange replied, nonchalantly.
"Uh..." Her mother continued. "I had to change my name to stop them tracking me down. Do you realise what I am saying?"
Ange grunted.
She showed her a photograph of herself before she became pregnant with Ange.
"When did you take this photo? I don't remember that place..." Ange said.
"That's probably because that's not you."
Ange opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, gaping at the picture. "How many people?" She could barely whisper.
"Gangs." Her mother replied. "Please do me favour and never run out on me like that again. Next time, it could be worse. I have good reason to be protective of you."
Ange nodded, her eyes averted to the floor. Her mum hugged her tightly, and Ange felt her loving arms around her. She hugged back. She wanted to know more, but now was not the time to ask. "I'm sorry mum." A tear rolled down Ange's face. "I was just thinking about dad and I wanted to..."
"Me too. But we have to be strong, together we can get through this." Her mothers words were full of wisdom and as much as she hated to admit it, she knew it was true.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 3:01 pm
Cool! I shall try and post mine later. Warning: Contains sensitive issues
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 7:41 pm
*Points to the short stories thread that < created* Ah well, I'll get over it. Good story!^.^
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 9:19 pm
*hugs and says to phoenix she didn't realise and apologises, but does nothing.*
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 11:49 pm
Phoenix can you copy whatever stories in the other short story one and post them in here so i can delete that thread please.
Thankyou!
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 10:50 pm
Thread deleted...and sadly, there ws only one story in there... stare ...
The wind weaves in and out of the gaps between me, struggling to get passed. I resist the urge to sway rhythmically and return to peaceful slumber. The wind assaults me with another barrage and the morning Sun arises, warming me all over. The temptation to wake up and greet the new day engulfs me, so I sway to and fro, yet never leaving my position. I thirst, and summon up water from a large reservoir far below. The never ceasing wind batters one of my many arms, waking up my residents. Mother Wren hops out of her nest, rapidly flaps her wings and flies over the grassy hill to find food. Her tail feathers direct her path, narrowly rising over the dew-coated mound. With the silence of the wind, I stand still and begin my daily ritual of contemplating philosophy. As a tree, I am very intelligent, but I personally don't believe it is beneficial, for no matter how we try, we are unable to pass on our knowledge and advice to anyone but our own offspring. It can be very frustrating to know the answer that someone nearby is seeking, and not be able to help them directly. My thoughts are mildly interrupted by Baby Wren, chirping for his mother. To calm him down, I flow my arm soothingly, while whispering a tune with my leaves. Thankfully, Baby Wren stopped whining and nestled himself back to sleep.
A few fallen leaves later, two humans arrive and sit against me in my shade. They talk for a good long while, sharing their inner feelings and thoughts. After achieving a great level of intimacy, the two move closer together and wrap their arms around each other. The aura of emotion reminds me of Mother Wren, but looking towards the hill, I see no sign of her. To stop myself from worrying, I allow the breeze to swell around me, cleansing me of those melancholy thoughts. The two humans, finished bonding, stand up and walk off hand in hand, past the hill.
Baby Wren resumes his calls for Mother Wren, but to no avail. Curiosity running wild, Baby Wren hops out of his cosy nest and jumps along my arm. Unfortunately, being a infant, he is unsure of his footing and falls from the safety of my arms. While plummeting towards the ground, Baby Wren uses his instincts and flaps his tiny wings rapidly. His descent to Earth slows, and he lands safely on the grass between my roots. It makes me sad to view such a joyous occasion as that of a young bird's first flight, without a relative present.
Still no sign of Mother Wren.
The thoughts of Mother Wren never returning fill my mind, and no gust can erase them. Baby Wren looks up at my knotted face and begins chirping while attempting to climb back up to my arms. Other birds arrive and land on my arms, hoping that the infant by my roots can return to its nest. I hear two Magpies chatting next to me, and I listen intently to their words.
"Did you see the poor dear, Barry?" The female squawks. "She was disgracefully killed by those little human brats down the road. They threw stones at her while she was searching for food for the little one, here." She motioned with her beak towards Baby Wren. Barry sighs. "That is so sad, now Baby Wren doesn't have a family. He can't survive on his own."
I stop listening for a moment for I am too busy weeping. In mourning for Mother Wren, I droop my leaves and arms down, and I hum a tune of death with my leaves. It weakens my heart to know that a close friend whom I saw enter this world, was beaten out of it by some human children who were bored. There are many faults with the Human personality, and disrespect is the most prominent one.
"Barry, as birds, we are inclined to look out for our kind, and I think it is our place to take care of Baby Wren." The two Magpies swooped down to the struggling bird and talked to him for a minute. After a while, the three birds walked off to the Magpies' nest, in a wattle on the hill. I silently thank the Magpie couple for what they are doing, and are grateful that I will still be able to see Baby Wren grow up into a beautiful blue bird.
There is no other creature that is as majestic as the bird. They are proud beings that soar the skies, the heavens. I don't think it possible to surpass them, for they are caring organisms that look out for one another. Perhaps humans should take a leaf out of their book and learn to respect others.
Realising that Mother Wren died to let me discover the truth about life, I rest easy for the night, and I vow to keep my arms drooped down for the rest of my life, in honour of Mother Wren.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 12:29 am
Thanks Phoenix and hey, now there's two stories in this one!
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:43 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:46 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:52 pm
biggrin :clappingemotee: biggrin
Good job! You'd get full marks down here lol. Thanks for showing us those stories!
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 2:25 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 7:11 am
Should i like, post mine, even if it sucks?
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 1:45 am
Ew. Look at all the icky question marks. *shrug* Oh well. Too lazy to fix them. And yes Mimey, you should.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 2:13 am
Arayis 'The Alcoholic'The combined smell of sweat and cigarettes filled the air in the bar. It was a Saturday night, the busiest night of the week. Men and women came here to escape their daily routine of work and home life life. Among them was Jack Bronte. At 25 years, old Jack was in good shape. All through his collage life, he had worked out, and now had a good build on him. When he got his teaching degree, he also managed to get job at the local high school as a science teacher. He was at the bar celebrating. He looked around at the other people, and thought to himself that he would soon be like them, only coming here when he had the time. Lately he had been at the bar quiet at bit. He had started drinking in high school, no older than 16. His friends had friends who could always supply it for them, and because Jack came from a well off family, he could always afford it. He let out a small laugh. His parents hadn?t exactly been pleased with his choice of career. His father thought that he would be a lawyer or a doctor. His mother said she was proud, but Jack knew she felt the same way his father. ?You look deep in thought there,? Jack looked at the man behind the bar. Bruce was an ex-boxing champion, so no one ever messed with him. He and Jack had become friends over the past couple of years. ?Nah, I?m fine, I think I?ll head home.? He replied. Bruce nodded. ?Alright, see ya tomorrow then.? Jack paid and headed outside into the fresh air. It was a cold august night so he started praying his old truck would start. In the cold it got very very stubborn. He had just reached his car when he felt a hand on his shoulder. ?Come on Bruce, I said I was fine?..? The hit came so hard and fast it took a moment for Jacks brain to register what exactly had happened, by the time he knew what had happened, he was on the ground. ?What the hell was that for?!? He asked after he spat out the blood in his mouth. ?Do I need a reason to beat up pretty-boys now?? Jack knew that voice, it came from an idiot named Tex who took great delight in trying to get Jack to fight. Jack had only indulged him once, and Tex ended up with a broken nose and two teeth missing by the end. It appeard though, that he had come back for more.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 3:40 am
Panthera_Enigma ((Written at about 8PM, Thursday 28th September)) He knew he wasn't drunk. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for the last three years, since his eighteenth birthday, where he had tried it and found it lacking. Anyway, he had gone 'spelunking' in the nearby caves, came back out and saw little pink elephants. He also saw toadstools as high as his knees and many coloured clouds. He looked back at the cave and it looked like it always had. Hearing a small trumpet, he turned back to the elephants as one accidentally knocked over a toadstool slightly larger than itself. The wind picked up and blew leaves off the nearby trees. The Many coloured leaves flitted past him and came to rest on the multi-coloured grass. "Weird." Something approached him. It looked vaguely human and even more vaguely like a woman. It's colours and shape shifted randomly, but once thing remained constant. A skirt that was triangular. "Welcome," she said in a motherly voice. "I am Mother and this is Kinder." "Of course," he replied. "Hence the insane and random colours." "Indeed young one." "I'm twenty-one." "And I remember you drawing me, all those years ago. I am as old as the first child." "That's old." "Indeed." He looked around. "Why-" "Does this place exist?" she finished. "This is where all children's imagination comes when they grow up." "Why-" "Are you here? Because you haven't lost your imagination, so you are welcome here." He nodded. "My books?" "Yes." He smiled, sat down, pulled out a pen and paper and started writing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments please
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