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Old 02-25-2007, 09:00 AM

ANd Back!


I found your things again today
How long has it been since I looked at them?
At least a handful of years
And as I sifted through the distant memories
I tried to remember what it felt like
To be with you

It was exciting and chaotic
Like fireworks everyday
I'd get nervous just before I'd call you
And I'd think about you all the time
We spent our days together
Doing things that no one had ever done before

Summer nights sitting on your parent's porch
The streetlights filtered through the trees
Or hanging out at the baseball park
Or the old train station
The lights came on and we ran away
To drive to some secret place in my truck

Concerts at the local hockey arena
Big names used to come to town
Smoke and anticipation filled the air
But the names don't come to town anymore
Now they just play hockey
And kids just listen to their computers

We were "young and wild and free"
We smiled a lot and held each other "Faithfully"
We shared our dreams, our fantasies, our desires
We weren't prepared for the future
But we used the word anyway
That was almost twenty years ago

And now you're gone and far away
I haven't seen you in 5 years
A quick visit in a coffee shop
A hollow feeling that it wasn't right
We said goodbye uncomfortably
And went back to our normal lives

I smile and put your things away
And think about where I am today
Wanting to go forward
But something holds me back
Something I can't see or touch or put away each time
Something that I should have done long ago

As I watch the flames consume your things
I know it won't take all the pain away
But it's a first step to letting go
Of the grip you've had on me all these years
And the word we used to use so foolishly
The word we should never have used

We didn't understand what it meant
We were far too young and naive
Though we thought we knew
And we tried to live up to the promise
We still had our own dreams to fulfill
So like the wind we were there and then we were gone

Now all I have are faded memories
Of a beach on a rainy day
Writing our names in the sand
Only to be washed away by the tide
We should have known that day
That it couldn't last forever

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Old 02-25-2007, 09:12 AM

Hiya


The troubles all started two or three months ago
When Santa first noticed it starting to snow
He had been planning for years to replace the sled
Ideas for that had been running through his head
With a new drive unit that would be faster to run
And a sound system in it that was second to none.

He had hired an artist to draw the whole thing out
Detail to detail, cautiously, consciously, leaving no detail out.
There were lines for the new snow runners and feet
There were circles for the air conditioning and heat
There were even big magical squares and rectangles
For all the packages carried, they had many angles.

His chief elf had tried to purchase the permits and the license
But ran into some bureaucratic static and nonsense
They would not issue any permit to him today
Because he had no paperwork from the good old EPA
And further he was told to get his permits done on this thing
His plans would have to include how the brass bell would ring.

The more he objected, the louder he raved
The more paperwork the department head craved
There was no provision for the patent on this drive
No fuel listed, none, landsakes alive
Why, every one knew that fuel was needed
You must be specific, every detail heeded.

Propane or diesel, gasoline or coal, some kind of heat
How could you push it without it, please be neat
When he tried to explain how reindeer could fly
The lady at the counter got tears in her eye
As she explained that they need some sort of a scoop
For all the stray drops of magic reindeer poop.

So Santa had decided to try to conform
To all of the rules, make his plans uniform
He hired consultants and experts and more
Even contracted with the Ace hardware store
His papers were shuffled, and sorted by name
This task was possible, perhaps even tame.

The drive would have fuel this time, a real source of heat
A patented device with numbers all compiled complete
A scooper would follow a respectable distance
To catch any offending particle or nuisance
The elves would somehow manage to get the job done
But first Santa had to speak with some one.

Just point me to him, we'll get this thing straight
He exclaimed to the lady with no malice or hate
But she took his mistook excitement and misunderstood his intent
And proclaimed a fit of sexual harassment
"You can't treat me this way, she began to shout
You can't have your permit, Get out, Get out."

Now Santa was tweaked, some would say pissed
Modern rappers would put it, the dude was dissed
His beard was twitching, his red nose was glowing
"Look outside you idiot, he shouted, can't you see it is snowing?
I've got to deliver, on Christmas Eve night
Billions of toys to make children delight.

And I won't be put off by some government rules
Made by bumbling idiots and well meaning fools
These toys have to fall neatly down thousands of chimneys
If we have to by hand, I'm begging you please
I need this sleigh by the end of the week
Won't you issue the permit, it's all that I seek."

He was told that they would possibly consider on Monday
Whether or not to give a permit for a sleigh
That had no drive unit or sanitation device
And could park on rooftops even in snow and ice
If there was anything further that he wanted to proclaim
He would have to furnish to them his entire name.

The F.B.I. would have to fingerprint him and declare
That there was no issue at stake, no chance of a scare
And if he came through that clean a group could decide
If they wanted to encourage a modern day reindeer ride
And if he just couldn't wait, well that's all they could do
It was now four thirty, and sir we are through.

Well, he thought, what fine jumbled up mess
This project has become, there's one thing I guess
We can always do it and wonder if they
Can possibly catch up to my magical sleigh
We will build this sled, this wonderful design
If we just hurry up, we might get it on time.

So the elves began building and constructing the sleigh
There were tubes and wires going every which way
There were parts of the runners that had to be bent
And miles of red velvet upholstery that went
Out and around the magnificent seat
It started taking shape, looking complete.

It was all done inside the workshop of course
Each reindeer was disguised to look like a horse
The elves all sworn to secret codes and handshakes
When purchasing the fixtures and rivets and stakes
When the last coat of paint went on the wonderful thing
A small cheer went up at the great gathering.

Now everyone will know why on Christmas Eve Night
If you look in the sky a spectacular sight
Of the air force in their jets chasing a rather large sled
Driven by an old man with his nose glowing red
Tossing presents down each chimney with precision and glee
Ranting and raving, "You'll never catch me."

They won't stop on rooftops any more you must know
He can't tolerate the thought of a ticket in the snow
He's leaving brown jelly beans for all of the EPA
And avoiding the houses of the people who say
"There's no such thing as Santa." It gives him delight
Now have a Merry Christmas, and a wonderful night.

The end.

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#53
Old 02-25-2007, 09:15 AM

How you been?


Bro, come out and see the sun.
It shines over the day that's done.
It's too great to be shared alone.
Come see the glory God has shown.

Come on out and see the clouds.
The sun wears them like divine shrouds.
They swell with a gray, orange glow
And turns to red the bright white snow.

Bro, come out and see the moon.
It's not here now but will be soon.
To shine on snow; that I'm certain
Though hiding behind cloud's curtain.

Bro, why is it that you delay?
Tonight's beauty will not long stay.
I know that you worked late last night
And straight on through 'till morning light.

And after work with heavy eyes,
You skewer'd our home with spiteful lies.
Though depths of love, I'd sink for you,
You left to have a drink, or two.

Well bro, you missed the sun tonight.
But here's the moon so that's all right.
The sun's reflection on the moon
Casts replication on snow dunes.

Bro, you need to see this sight,
This night lit by our satellite.
Black shadows cast by a pine tree
Shines over the snow covered lea.

This awesome display by our Lord
Is that which plays a heart-strung chord.
The harmony fills those deprived
Of natures loveliness survived.

Come on, brother, what takes so long?
What's happened? Is there something wrong?
Come stand on this, your brother's site,
You will not have another night.

At least not like the night you've known,
Where, among friends, you drove alone.
Not knowing one who drinks and drives
Can threaten many other lives.

Come on bro, get out of your bed.
Sleep is a hunger that's fully fed.
Come feel the love of life instead,
And see the sunrise sky turned red.

God's seeds don't last long once planted
So never take them for granted.
Don't let one day cast by; not one,
For once they left for good, they're gone.

Come on, brother, just let me see!
What of the faults reside in me?
If I were to pick any name,
Then who or what would be to blame?

Why one time when you don't strap in
A midnight car crash should happen.
Was there something I didn't say
That made you throw your life away?

Why you placed your bed six feet deep
and took the drink that laid you down to sleep?
But these questions that grill my brain
Are enough to drive me insane.

So nighttime rambling, I shall cease
and leave so you can rest in peace.

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#54
Old 02-25-2007, 09:27 AM

Im okay, you?

Something strange happened today
I saw the light in a different way

Yesterday I drove to work
And ignored the bright morning sun
I watched the road and the cars around me
I had somewhere to be

But today, as I begin my walk to the store
My eyes are not on the road ahead of me
The gentle fire of the late afternoon sun
Something about it is different

Shadows long with angles deep
My legs ahead of me
Wheels on cars flicker like an old-fashioned movie projector
Slicing the light into tiny pieces

People walk by, pursued by their tall silhouettes
Undercover agents of Mother Nature
The Federal Bureau of Illumination
Some oblivious, while others stare blankly at their fair-weather companions

Orange light on white brick walls
Changes the colour of my life
Inside I feel the warmth
Outside I feel the chill of October

Reminds me of high-school
And the long walks home
Past new brick buildings
Long shadows on the walls

Day-dreams of my music
And standing on a stage
Brightly lit by coloured beams
Shining down on an ordinary boy

I have what I came for
So I make my way home
This time the light is in my eyes
But now I can see the clouds as well

Bright spears of sunlight
Break through the steel wool and shine down
And as the smokey whales drift past
The rays slowly shift their shape

Suddenly I am a fish
Gazing up at the surface of a sea
Wondering what might be beyond
But worried I might run out of air

The sun slowly lays down to sleep
And the fireworks begin
The clouds stream towards the colourful dance
And the world flicks on its halogen eyes

You've seen one, you've seen them all
So I guess I haven't seen one
I will never tire of dragon tales
Or the dying of the sun

I smile inside as night wraps around me
I am almost home
But I tarry a bit
To wonder why I have noticed the light today

Nowhere to be
Nowhere to fly
An almost forgotten feeling
And a wondering eye

My journey ends, as the porch light beckons
Casting its own warming rays
Guiding me home on a cold autumn night
With a different light

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Old 02-25-2007, 09:38 AM

Same here..
But ill be going soon..

The fingers which were once short, harmless, are now long, slender, and white.
The fingernails which were once innocent are now bloodstained.
Digging deeper and deeper, they draw blood, seeping around the fingers.
I cry out, realizing the self-inflicted pain.
One by one, the fingernails are torn off.
Each time, a scream follows, silent and pure.
No one moves, no one listens.
Can they not hear?
I look at them, look around the room.
They continue laughing, smiling, as if no one is there.
Another nail is torn off, a scream follows.
They tear at my flesh, thriving off my pain.
Unheard agony.
I scream.
Unheard.
I am falling.
Deeper and deeper, the darkness swirls about as if on a merry-go-round.
But no children are laughing.
No carnivals are singing.
Farewell To The Flesh.
Put on your mask, cover your feelings to the world.
Perhaps a clown to make them laugh.
Perhaps a demon to make them scream.
Your anger stays hidden, your greed and jealousy is concealed.
No one sees, no one hears.
Knowing it will never end,
The laughing and screaming will echo forever, I scream.
Unheard.











Deep within the recesses of my mortal soul lies a room where secrets they be kept,
there are visions and pieces of time, in this place it seems where the devil himself has slept.

When moments of despair over me do wash and horrific images crowd my mind,
I know the door to this room has fractured and unpleasant thoughts I do find.

This room is a dark and loathsome place, kept best under lock and key,
it's intended for the storage of unwanted specters, never to be let free.

There are times when I slip in to mentally fondle some thought, long ago stored in shame,
the Deceiver whispering in the recesses, at my doorstep laying the blame.

Skeletons line the walls where paint has chipped, then fallen, and dark nasties do reside,
old crates brim with horrid stories, dusty shelves are full and demons do confide.

Through our life love we might receive, happiness at times even offers a sweet tomorrow,
knowing we must go on, smiling in pain, laughing at death, there will always be, The Room of Sorrow.

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Old 02-25-2007, 09:43 AM

Yeah like wise..



The daytime noise
Like a runny nose
Has finally stopped.
The pawns of day
Rest quietly, for the time being
Their charges have been dropped.

Night presides;relieving,
Soothing, calming, disarming,
For in the night daytime cries
And silence is truly golden.
A dog barks at the wind,
The cricket, the night's bird
Croaks it's singular song,
The song of days olden.

To the painting
Stars add their stroke,
The paint the day
Has so skillfully covered.
And the moon,
The night's sun
Sprinkles down it's solemn dim
Released from day where it secretly hovered.

The street glistens lightly
Like the shine off a twinkling eye,
As brown leaves slowly skip down
Like dreams on the mind.
The wind blows
Like the breath on a blown kiss,
A kiss waiting to be caught, blown slow
But the recpient still far behind.

Night fights the battle
To stay alive, to strive
To keep the silence glorified,
But day pushes it to the other side of the earth.
Beauty defined for a time,
Flees for a time,
Victorious for a time
Letting silence once again receive birth.

Why long for day
Where chaos roams,
So blunt and brash the sunlight
That overtakes the moon?
Why wish for noise,
Thought-numbing sound
That cripples the mind
Instead of night's lovely gloom?

Perpetually the battle occurs
With every splendid sunset
Being the last stand of day,
Marking the time
When night crosses enemy lines
To once again hide the horrors of the sunlight ray.









As Mother mine, I honor you
for all you did for me.
For tactfullness for patience too
for dauntless loyalty.
Yet tis the things
that may seem small
which fondest thoughts impart
Mother is on a pedestal
but Mom is in my heart.
I honor Mother, as I should
serene and wise and calm
as Mother you were kind and good
but my real pal was Mom.

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Old 02-25-2007, 09:56 AM

Life ties us all to a sinking anchor, seas roll with waves of fear
like thunder; what a price we pay for glory, yet still it makes me wonder

Is this the bottom of my soul, the end of what's to be
if I ever make my peace, will I ever really be free

Where do I go from here, how do I rise above
to find a better life, what's this thing called love

At the bottom of this ocean I'm drowning in my tears
for me it's been eternity, yet only 34 years

Swim against the currents, I know I have to try
pray I find my way back home and live before I die

The bottom of it all is where you have to start
to make it to the surface, the answer's in your heart

It's an endless struggle, will it ever stop
just take it nice and steady, you'll make it to the top

The bottom of the ocean is a dark and lonely void
keep your head above the water, or you'll go paranoid

The day you surface from the sea is when you know you've won
that's when your anchor rises, to your raisin in the sun.









Another dream dies
and I sip from the abyss
of infinite solace.
Everything tumbles
into an awkward
circle.
Spinning round and round
and all about
they leave me.
But it's not that
complicated,
really.
Tomorrow shows
us that there is one,
not enough.
I hear the screams
as untied words
form at the backs
of our heads.
And in the end...
does this mean anything.
Why, not at all.
We're all just
conversation pieces
on the coffee table
of life.










Too late
Always late
Remembering the nights
You and I
Pool hall musty
Pool hall bright yet dark
The room is empty
Cigarettes and cider
The sound of breaking
Your warm breath on my neck.

Holding hands and whispering softly
Sinatra singing and Deano wailing
You hold the stick for me
I hold the stick for you
Stripes or solids, can't remember
Does it matter?
I love you
Wherever we are
Pool hall.
Just another place in time.

Eight ball rolling slowly
You stroke my hair as I lean over
Kiss my cheek
I miss again
Sinatra singing
Doesn't matter
Too late
Always late
I will never forget.
Those pool hall nights with you.

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Old 03-03-2007, 10:37 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by tanarif984
What??

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
etc....

that was a very wonderful story/ poem !! i enjoyed it a lot. if i have not said it yet, i envy your writing ability!!! that was really marvelous :D

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Old 03-03-2007, 10:45 PM

this is reallllyyyyyy old. but i don't know who else i can show it to @_@
its a story about pirates! there is a much bigger plot planned but who knows when i'll get around to it
charity belongs to ookahi and leroy belongs to her sister
zenzi belongs to me


Chapter 1


It indeed was a cold night, defiantly something that could give a full grown man the chills. Charity Anne Buckland rubbed the goose bumps away from her arm, why did they have to get a table right next to the window? The pub was of course, busy as it always was, the coldness of the night not affecting the happenings indoors. The building was old, and it surely appeared to be, rotting, creaking floor boards, brick walls that had been worn down and chipped, let alone the tables and chairs that could hardly balance anything but themselves. Despite it’s looks, this place was very law abiding, it wasn’t a place for ruffians of any sort, lest they be thrown out into the street to carry on their pilfering and sacking elsewhere. Cheeri had retreated to holding her foaming pint, not wanting to spill any of the precious liquid, she of course, was an alcoholic and did drink to the occasion (which it certainly was), yet she was not addicted to it at all and could control her thirst for it. Her Captain (who she sat directly across from) on the other hand, had a VERY small cup of rum, looking very pathetic to her huge pint (he didn’t want to risk breaking any rules in the pirate code by getting too drunk). They sat perfectly silent, not because they were weary, or were in of an quarrel of sorts, but they were listening or better yet, ease dropping on a group of authorities and bounty hunters that had been called by these so called authorities to associate this night . The pair of pirates, (yes, no denying it, they were indeed pirates, and proud of it) had been following this crowd for some time now. Leroy’s cobalt blue pupils drifted to what looked like a rolled up piece of parchment in the back of one of the mens’ pockets. His 1st mate Cheeri (short for Charity) noticed this and their eyes met, they both exchanged nods before Cheeri lightly, tilting her maroon, hat forward, the shadow concealing some of her face, the light pink feather that was nestled into it brim swayed slightly as she stood up and began to walk toward the group they had been tracking all night. The tapping of her footfalls could not be heard among the raucous of the men and women. She swiftly passed by the back of the men, and what seemed invisible but to the one who had done it, easily snatched the brown rolled up piece of paper, along with a small leather bag of coins without notice of anyone ( even her Captain). She walked up to the black counter top that was placed across one side of the pub and set a few coins of her newly acquired money down and the bartender smiled happily as he accepted the pay and she lightly grinned back in responce as she began to walk back toward her own table, she didn’t look as suspicious if she payed, this way showing that she simply wasn’t walking across the room for any reason what-so-ever. She sat down on her rather hard rickety chair and attempted to get comfortable (which was much harder than it seemed).
“Well leh’s see it then...” Leroy stated, pushing up his large mossy-green hat away from his eyes. Charity passed him the paper and he unrolled it, pinning it’s sides down onto the middle of the table with the tips of his fingers. Leaning over, his huge blue- feathered hat nearly casting a shadow over both of them. Also leaning in to get a better look, Cheeri gazed down at the torn, abused, ragged paper. On it was a black and white picture of a girl from the shoulders up. She had messy hair that was pulled back and a bandanna over the top of her head, along with a cloth patch over her right eye. On the sides of her head were placed a pair of strange furred ears, that had been pierced many a times before. Her clothes were not visible and she had a strange marking under the right eye that was hardly visible. The paper read;

Wanted dead or alive
‘Zenzi of the blade’
{picture placed here}
Reward: 645,708,984 shillings
Has been accused of piracy, murder, assassinations, thieving, disturbing the peace, impersonation of a captain of the military, attempted murder, mocking of the authority, highjacking ships..... {the list going on in very small print at the bottom.}


Cheeri’s peculiar red fox ears, tipped with white twitched beneath her hat and they both whistled in unison as they gazed down at the reward. They wanted...no, they NEEDED that money, they were both broke and never let the opportunity of snatching some unsuspecting civilians’ cash when they could escape them.
“Tha’s is a lot of loot Capt. I think we should give this a try,” Cheeri stated looking up at Leroy who nodded in response.
“Aye, we do, and plus I want a new hat, a bigger one if possible,” he said looking thoughtful, Cheeri looked at him with a flat expression and sighed, it was always new hats with this guy.
“Alrigh` I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then...” she stated, the same dull expression on her face, she still didn’t see why or how this guy had become captain. Hearing the pub doors swing on their rusty hinges, they turned around finding the men beginning to take their leave, many of them pulling out some sort of weapon and talking to each other about how exciting this little outing would be. As before, the pair’s eyes met again and they both stood up and followed, knowing they could easily outrun these slow, idiotic land authorities, or how they would put it in their own words. Leroy noticed a big grin appearing on his partners face,
“You seem quite thrilled about this...” Leroy stated looking down at his first mate who broadly nodded happily. Not only did they not have money but they hadn’t gone after a bounty in some time, Cheeri was more looking forward to how much fun this was going to be, she needed a good thrill every once in a while, like any pirate.
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There foot steps echoed upon the tiles of the roof they were running across, far ahead the other men who had willingly gone after the bounty. Cheeri's skirt flapped behind her, her red, fox tail swaying as she swiftly jumped from one roof top to the next, her Captain, Leroy, not far behind, the younger seemed much more energetic, it was easy to see this bounty had motivated her. Leroy’s breathing was quick, his breaths coming out in misty, white clouds, every time his chest heaved. The cold air seemed to freeze their throats and lungs yet Cheeri’s breathing was the same but she didn’t seem as much affected. Cheeri would always be the better runner and Leroy would admit it too.
"Would you slow down already?! Bloody hell, we're pirates! Aren't we supposed to be laid back?!" Leroy called, trying to keep up.
"Do you want to get the money or not? Our` boat needs repairs and this is something we could really get a lot of loot on!" Cheeri called back, taking out her leather whip,
"if we don` hurry those fools will show us up!"
"Fine, fine," the captain agreed with a heavy sigh, or as much as he could manage in he heavy breaths. The crescent moon shown boldly against the cloud that tried to barricade it’s light. A loud agony filled yell cut through the darkness of the night. They both stopped in mid sprint, their feet skidding on the slick frozen shingles of the roof. Leroy saw Cheeri’s tail flick itself back and forth, her head turning in a few directions, he could here her nose taking in the cool air,
“That nose of yer’s pick up something?” Leroy asked curiously. Cheeri sniffed the air once more,
“Its` def`netly blood...” she stated. He nodded and they both started off again, following the sent of the freshly spilled blood.
"We shou` be righ` ontop of em any second now!!!” Cheeri shouted to the Captain
"Good!!" he called back, his hand gripping his hat tightly so it wouldn’t be blown away, plus he was getting tired of all this running. As his first mate stopped, so did he, she followed her gaze downward to the street below a dead body, surrounded by a pool of blood, undoubtably one of the men from the group from before. The pair leaped down from the roof and looked at him, both grimacing as they saw a deep ghastly cut across his throat. They forced their eyes away from the gory seen and then directed their attention down the lone alley way for them to follow, the mossy bricks on either side of them making it exceptionally eerie. The captain pulled out his pair of pistols and he and his first mate began walking down the ominous path. The sound of a rattling chain made them both looked up startled, this damn walk way was giving them the creeps. Cautiously, they both crept silently down the closed in walkway, it was a good thing neither of them wear clostrephobic, there were only 2 ways, going forward or backward, as could anything else that could possibly be here.

Cheeri felt her foot fall apon something long and almost jumped off of it so fast she nearly bumped into Leroy. Even the captain had almost jumped back as well because of Cheeri’s sudden movement. She bent down to examine what ever object she had stepped on after she had calmed down.
"What is it?" her partner asked.

Cheeri examined it, it looked like a large blade (which was covered in fresh blood) with a long handle, the blade was curved, long and reasonably thick. She picked it up and heard the same rattle of the chain on the cobblestones as she did so, finding that a chain (which was covered in thorn-like spikes) was attached to the end of the hilt of this..what appaerared to be some strange machete or a falx. The chain lead back into the darkness of the alleyway and the end of it could not be seen. Leroy's eyes tried to penetrate the darkness but to no avail, he could see nothing.
"Well?" he asked curiously, also sounding slightly impatient.
"Some kind of falx I think, I've never seen one like this before," Cheeri said as she looked up toward the captain. Without warning, the chain suddenly pulled the weapon out of the girl's grasp and cut her fingers and then lashed itself outward in the split second it had come alive and caught around her ankle and cut into it, trying to make her loose her footing and fall. The teen tried to catch herself so she wouldn't hit the ground. Leroy looked startled, preparing his guns to shoot, yet out of seemingly no where but the depths of the dark, enclosed walkway that could very be the gate to the pits of hell itself, a wall of dark flames shot toward them at a remarkably fast rate, they had no where to run to.
“Ah hell !!!!!” Cheeri cried as she finally unlatched the blade from her ankle, her whip wrapping around the metal chain. She saw Leroy hold up his metal arm and the clanking and clicking of metal gears could be roughly heard over the inferno that was about to overtake them. Metal plates on the arm began to move aside and out came from the gap a large metal gun that extended once it had left it’s confinement of it’s steel hold. Without wasting anytime he fired, a large flaming red bullet shooting from the gun’s nozzle and hit the wall of flame directly in the center. What looked like black waves sprouted up from where the flames had been hit and it began to split in two and the waves folded over each other. The fire rushed by either sides of the wall but not the center, the heat almost overwhelming them, the hell wall being affectivly broken apart just in time.

Cheeri had her whip wrap around the chain and pull it towards her, she got a good hold of it so it wouldn’t be able to strike her again. Her captive foot had been release but it had been badly cut and crimson dripped onto the cold, moldy ground.
“Talk bout close....” she muttered, her fellow in company nodding in agreement and sprinting forward first, if another one of those black flames aimed their fury at them again he would be able to break it in half so they could both pass. Cheeri attempted her best to follow quickly, the cut on her ankle painful, causing her to limp, she wasn’t the kind to let someone cut HER ankle and get away with it. The sound of heavy breathing could soon be heard and they both knew they were close...only a few 15 meters or so away. A strong wind picked up and their clothes wrapped around them and back violently, the clouds being forced away from the moon, and as the mist that obscured the moon made it’s retreat, Leroy’s eyes caught the flicker of silver and soon he could make out half of the seen before him. The person sat in a slump on the ground in the musty alleyway, a pistol to her chin and he heard the click of the gun, he could even make out the glistening perspiration on the person's face, their breathing sounding painful in the sharp gasps. His eyes narrowed and he pulled out his pistol and fired, the bullet hitting the other person's gun dead center and knocking it out of their grasp causing it to go spinning onto the stone ground. The captain ran toward the person and passed a shattered syringe on the ground and kneeled down next to the person who was now laying on...her side...yes, it was definitely a girl.

Her eyes were clouded and markings seemed to be growing like contagious vines out from the eye patch she wore over her eye. This was the person they were after, Zenzi of the blade? Or so she was known. He carefully picked her up, wrapping the cloak she was wearing around her, he felt wetness on his hands and soon noticed a large cut going across her stomach and then deeply into her side. His first mate appeared at his side,
“What are ye doing? We have ta turn em` in!” Cheeri exclaimed. Yet the captain shook his head,
“We’re taking her back to the ship,” he said.
“We can’t!!! We have to turn her I----“ she was about to retort but the captain looked down sternly at her, he was only 2-3 years older but he was indeed quite taller.
“I said we’re bringen her back to the ship,” he said coldly. Cheeri grew suddenly silent and then just let out a silent sigh,
“Aye, Capt’m....”













Chapter 2


The room was blurred and her eyes could hardly make out anything, her eye was in searing pain and she felt it pulsate and she let out a soft moan, sweat running down her face in slow creeks. She could make out a dark blur hanging on something and realized that was her cloak, and another blur that was her jacket on the ground. She tried to move but her hands and feet were bound by ropes. Her brown hair was spread out upon the pillow her head was resting on, she had thick red highlights in her hair and black tips. Her breathing was still sharp and it hurt to breathe.
“Ah...so you’re finally awake...” she heard a male voice state. She could feel hands touching her stomach where her wound was. She winced and suddenly realized her black bodes was open but was closed around her chest. Her wrists were bound in front of her but she hardly had the energy to move. Wait hold the phone, her corset (which seemed more like a thick leotard that tied up like a corset in the front, and not as tight ) was open, she was on a bed...and there was a guy....
She screamed....
He screamed.....

Leroy practically fell out of his chair he was sitting on, one second she was perfectly quiet when he was wrapping her injury, the next she was screaming bloody murder and yelling ‘RAPE!!!!’
“W-wait its not what it looks like!!” he yelled, completely caught off guard.
“L-LET ME GO YOU SICK !!!!!!” she shouted raising her hands toward him, black fire gathering around her fingers and then shooting towards the Captain. Leroy dived toward the ground,(the flames singing the very top of the feather on his hat) and the ropes around her hands snapped and she forced herself up and tore the rope away from her ankles with her fangs. She pushed herself out of the bed and landed on all fours, gripping her stomach in pain and coughing up blood.
“You shouldn’t be moving yet, calm down!!!” Leroy shouted out, sounding more like an order than anything. Zenzi didn’t listen and crawled toward the door and staggered to her feet, her breathing becoming harsher. Leroy quickly stood up but Zenzi pushed the door open and stumbled out and tried desperately to run down the hall of the small ship cabin.

Cheeri had just been walking down a small set of stairs that lead down from the deck, humming ‘yo-ho’ calmly. She heard yells come from further down in the cabin and snapped out of her daze, she walking briskly down the stairs and through the hall and collided into the scrambling fugitive. Zenzi flung out a fist blindly and hit Charity in the chest. Cheeri winced slightly but quickly got hold of both of the girl’s wrists and pinned her up against the wall. The girl coughed deeply and blood spewed from her mouth, some of it splattering onto Cheeri’s shirt. Struggling weakly, she continued to cough and eventually her legs gave out beneath her, and if it weren’t for being pinned by the other pirate, she would’ve fallen to the floor in a heap.
“Jeez, Leroy, what did you do to her?” Cheeri asked as she saw her captain walking down the hall.
“I didn’t do anything! She just, I dunno, just freaked out when she woke up!” He attempted to explain, he didn’t want to be accused for this.
“You bastard you were undoing my clo–!” Zenzi was about to shout but her single visible eye widened in pain and she gripped her stomach coughing madly. Cheeri gently lowered the girl to the floor and sighed.
“I was just changing your bandages, just be grateful we didn’t turn you in,” Leroy stated. Zenzi lightly glared at him but then quickly pulled her untied corset together and tied the strings as best as she could and felt around her clothes...
“Where’s my pistol...” she muttered, her eye beginning to throb.
“Did you honestly think we’d let you carry around a pistol?” Leroy said dully.
That bullet wouldn’t be for you........

“Just tell me where my damn gun is!!!!!” she shouted, but then coughed, crimson splattering the ground, the pain in her eye becoming worse with each passing minute.
“Planning to shoot us, eh? We’re not stupid enough to give your pistol back you know,” the captain stated. Cheeri leaned down next to Zenzi and put a hand on her shoulder,
“Don’t worry we’re not planning on turning you in...” she stated reassuringly.
“Get away from me...” Zenzi said coldly, both of her hands gripping the patch over her eye, the last of her medicine had been smashed, if this continued....
Cheeri looked at the girl slightly startled as Zenzi got to her feet and let out a shaky breath, it was getting worse.
“And by any chance are you on drugs?” Leroy asked.
“E-excuse me?” Zenzi asked through a cough, “No I am not..”

Leroy looked at her accusingly as he pulled out a syringe filled with dark liquid,
“Then what would this be?”

“M...my medicine...” Zenzi murmured, but then suddenly felt agony sweep from her eye and she let out a sharp yelp and gripped it.
“I need my medicine or I’ll kill both of you!!” she shouted groping towards him with her right hand.
“Is that a threat?” Leroy questioned, his eyes narrowing.
“No....a warning....please...” she said, swallowing deep gulps of air, her mind beginning to cloud. Cheeri noticed this, along with the teen’s eyes beginning to dilate and the pupil that was not covered becoming a thin slit like a cat’s. The first mate quickly snatched the needle from her captain, not thinking of the consequences and gave it to Zenzi. The fugitive fumbled with it before quickly shoving the needle into the side of her neck, what it contained soon draining out.
“Charity!” he said, his voice sounding more like an order, and it was very rare he call her by her original name.
“I’m sorry captain, but she really did need it..” Cheeri said quickly, helping the girl onto the ground, “and by the way....the feather on your hat is sizzling.”
“Huh?” he said while taking off his hat, “NO!!!! MY WONDERFUL BIG HAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he slightly sobbed, hugging his hat, “I HAVE TO BUY ANOTHER ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Zenzi looked at him like he was absolutely crazy
what a mood swing...yeesh......this guy is NUTS

Cheeri tossed him a dull look,
“What happened to your 50 others?”
“Uhhh......well....THIS ONE WAS SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he retorted still sobbing.
“Only because it was the biggest,” his first mate stated, crossing her arms.
“Maybe...” he said, wiping some tears away.
“Hey....where’d she go?” Leroy asked looking around the hall under the deck, their ‘captur-y’ no where to be seen.
“Ah hell!!!!!” they both said in unison running up the stairs to the deck.

The moon was shining brightly, it was night once more. The outline of Zenzi could easily be seen on the edge of the boat, looking as if she was about to jump over. Cheeri pounced toward her and got hold of the girl’s shoulders and pulled her back.
“You’ll get caught if you go on deck!!! Get back in the cabin!!”
“Let go!!!!!” Zenzi shouted through a cough struggling, Leroy walked over to the pair and stood over them. Blood streamed from Zenzi’s mouth, her wound on her stomach reopening.
“Now lets not hurt our new crew member...” Leroy said with a smirk. Zenzi and Cheeri both stopped trying to restrain and push back each other and both muttering a small..
“huh.....?”
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Chapter 3

The trio of pirates sat around a low table in small room below deck, Zenzi sat before them and Leroy and Cheeri sat infront of her, it would’ve looked like a buisness meeting of sorts if they were wearing suits. Leroy did a small cough to get everyones’ attention.
“As you know, as captain I can make the decision to...umm.....nominate a new crew member, and Zenzi, sense you appear to be a buccanear and without a crew you are welcome to join ours, but we just want a little information about you first,” he said calmly, the girl simply nodding.
“For starters, were you ever part of a crew before this one?” Cheeri asked. Zenzi’s eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists,
“Yes I was and they...just nevermind..” she said quickly, her voice going quiet.
“And what did you do to end up as you are now? Why did you leave the crew? Did you break the code?” Leroy asked, after all, this was a criminal.
“The captain found out that I had found out he had been stealing from the crew and breaking numerous codes, I was his first mate but....he still had me keelhauled before I could get the word out to the rest of the crew....” She said, her eyes filled with anger and pain, her fists tightening even more and fire leaking through her fingers, “I did nothing.” Leroy and Cheeri stared at her increduously,
“Y....you were keelhauled? How did you survive?! That’s a death sentance!” Cheeri exclaimed.
“Your lieing...no one could survive that,” Leroy stated firmly.
“Well I barely did...so they just marooned me...and that’s...when I gave my soul up to a spirit of one of the seas...by accident of course...I was afraid...I didn’t want to die, so now I’m left with a curse that will consume my soul and eventually....kill me in the worst case I suppose...” Zenzi stated, closing her eye and sighing deeply as she shakely reached up to the collar of her jacket and pulled it away, the pushing her hair away from her neck, a tatoo was able to seen on the side of her neck just above where it connected to her shoulders. It was of a deeply cracked skull with crossbones behind it, and a ling of thorns lining the bottom of it.
“OUR SHIP WAS ATTACKED BY THEM!!!” Cheeri said pointing at the mark, “IT WAS ON THEIR FLAG!!” Leroy blinked and looked closer,
“Aye....wow isn’t that a coincidence,” he said examining it, Cheeri looking at him dully once more,
“Coincidence?” she said her voice flat.
“Wait...you were attacked by them?! Which way did they go?! Did you see the captain?!?!” Zenzi said grabbing hold of Leroy’s colar and lightly shaking him. Leroy got hold of Zenzi’s hands and pulled them away from his shirt,
“No we didn’t, it was at night and we were caught off guard, they almost plundered half of our cargo,” He stated firmly “and we would point you in the right direction but this was nearly a month ago and we haven’t left port sense because of damages.” Zenzi’s ears drooped and she limply sat back down in her chair, her face slighty pale.
“Sorry but, it’d be a miracle for us even to be able to track them,” Cheeri said placing a hand on Zenzi’s shoulder. Zenzi muttered a few curses under her breath, otherwise the room was silent.
“Listen, you can stay with us, after all we have asked you to join our crew,” Cheeri said with a warm grin. Zenzi let out a breath and stood up from her chair, her eyes looking distant,
“Well....I’m just going to bed...” She said before she swiftly turned around and left the room.
“She seems more than just reluctant,” Leroy stated, just beginning to rest his head upon his intertwined fingers.
“Well she probably doesn’t trust us, I mean we almost made her our bounty,” Cheeri stated with a shrug of her shoulders.
“She doesn’t have much of ah choice, she’s thinking if she doesn’t stay with us then we’ll make her our bounty, or so I am guessing anyway,” the captain stated. The 1st mate nodded,
“I suppose, yet it seems that she had a hard time with her first crew too,” the blonde said looking toward the door through which Zenzi had just taken her leave.
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Old 03-04-2007, 03:00 AM

One I did a few years ago randomly with no real motivation except to write. :\

36 Minutes Until Death and Presents

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A white wine spritzer, decorated with slices of lime and lemon, was placed in her hand the moment she had entered. Occasionally she would put the glass to her lips, but she would not actually drink out of it. It was not in her nature to trust alcohol from somebody else, nor was it in her nature to refuse something given. So between two long fingers she held the stem of the glass, a constant burden.

That was not the worst part for her. Ladies surrounded her and everywhere she turned she was greeted by fake smiles, shining hair and lipstick. They all had dresses on, for it was summer, and ladies in summer were expected to wear dresses. In all actuality, ladies were expected to wear dresses all the time, but none could be as casual as the ones worn on this hot day. The prints on the dresses were often frighteningly tacky, but she was no better. She was wearing a dress just like them. Long and soft pink, with a white flower pattern all over.

Inside, a few women were laughing and talking while preparing the snacks and appetizers. They were probably talking about the new house that went up for sale two doors down. It used to be Betty’s house until her and her husband Ralph divorced. It was a scandal talked about for days. The seemingly happy couple had just parted and now there would be a new Mrs. Two Doors Down that all these ladies would have to get to know.

She couldn’t tell you why it was so funny, but just knew it was a frequent conversation piece. Ladies were expected to gossip about these things. What should bother a man, like money and responsibility, should never bother a lady.

The pavement on the deck outside was scalding, and the few women who walked around barefoot had to pay the price for their idiocy. Perfume from five different women attacked her as she walked around the patio and around the swimming pool, which of course was never used because everyone knew swimming pools were just objects to show off and they were not to be swam in.

Even though she knew all these things, knew how phony all these ladies were, the foolishness and the degradation of these ladies, she had joined them.

It was a decision made only on her part. She could just as easily have stayed at home and played with her children, or spent time with her husband, or cleaned. Instead, she spent the afternoon applying makeup and curling her hair for the birthday party of somebody she did not know.

Looking at her watch, it was still thirty-six minutes until presents would be opened. Only thirty-six minutes until she had to explain why her present was a bullet to the face.

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Old 03-12-2007, 06:47 AM

Better than an Electronic Smile

The feeling of being on the open road never felt so unbelievable. Every bump we hit made me sure I was flying. The rattle of the bus walls flowed through me like a melody. I had always despised buses, but this one was already starting to feel like home. The five of us just stared into space, overwhelmed and in awe. We got signed, my band, after years of striving. We made it into the real world of music and the road ahead of us lead us to our new lives, full of uncertainty and venture.
I can still hear my dad’s words. “Katrien, you’re wasting your life away with that band nonsense. You’ll never make it go anywhere.” My dad never believed in my band. Anything that had to do with the band was “nonsense,” and he never helped a bit with any of it. If we practiced at my house, I wouldn’t see his face for a week. That is just how he was, and he was the only family I had.
Andrea’s house ended up being our usual meeting place. That is where our band got our name: Electronic Smile. Every time someone said it, I smiled. With my band is where I felt alive. I would wait anxiously for the time to come when the five of us would get together again. Jodie, Tori, Andrea, and Casey were my true family. I belonged with them. Any one of us would jump in front of a flying bullet to save another without any second thoughts.
The bus jolted to a stop, and our hearts skipped a few beats. “Best of luck to you girls!” our driver yelled back from his seat. “Make your daddies proud!” He added jokingly. Even though his last words stabbed me, I couldn’t help but smile. I couldn’t believe where I was. The butterflies in my stomach were doing all that they could to escape. Every ounce of my body ran numb with excitement and eagerness.
We raced backstage to get ourselves prepared for our first real show. No other bands would be there to share the fame and glory. When we were finally as ready as we would ever be, we gathered in a warming embrace. In ten minutes we would be the center of everything.
The screams filled my world. All of their faces were so full of excitement. Jodie strummed her guitar and the show began. We rocked out little hearts out, making not a single mistake. We could tell that we were blowing the audience away, which only made us play harder. There were hundreds of them jumping up and down and singing along. All, that is, except for one person who didn’t know the words. My dad looked up and me with tears flooding his eyes… and smiled.




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Old 10-04-2007, 01:46 AM

This is a little longer than most of what I've seen on here. I also don't know if it's any good. XD

This is Your Life

“This is your life, and today is all you’ve got now…”

You roll over, slapping the off button of your blaring clock radio alarm before the popular Switchfoot song could continue any further. You’re already going to have it stuck in your head for hours, and all you heard was that one line.

Groaning, you roll over in bed, not wanting to get up yet. Burying into the pillow, you try to remember quickly fading dreams of familiar circumstances. All your dreams seem similar anymore, though all you remember is a collage of images: the wedding that you missed, the friend that left you on the highway, the building that you were kicked out of.

Half an hour later, you finally manage to roll out of bed, the sandman’s work holding the corners of your eyes together so that you see only a narrow image of the world. It’s enough to find some clothes to change into and pack your bag for work, though, so you complete the morning’s necessities in quick time.

Grabbing a brown paper bag, you walk to the refrigerator/freezer combo you share with four other people and locate Ziploc servings of various foods. Twelve pizza rolls in this one, three handfuls of frozen French fries here, and two bean and cheese burritos there. All fall into the brown bag for microwaving in the kitchen at work. You crouch before the refrigerator to grab a piece of American cheese, which you figure will go well on top of your burritos, but a spot of green mars the otherwise yellow dairy product. With a sigh, you throw out the rest of the only half-eaten package, figuring you can stop at the store to buy some more later.

You’re running fifteen minutes late for work, but no one could tell from your slow progress out of the apartment and down the stairs. You stuff your lunch/dinner bag into your work satchel as you go, barely managing to zip shut the overstuffed cause of your backaches of the past few weeks.

A train has just left when you arrive at the station, so you walk down to the far end, closest to the exit you need to take when you arrive at your stop, and kneel down to wait for the next one. Two pass going the other direction before yours arrives, and, once it’s there, you quickly locate an empty seat, managing to secure a coveted one beside a guardrail. You slip your bag between your legs, unzipping it and pulling out a notebook, bent on writing. However, after several minutes of shifting, you realize that you don’t have a pen or pencil. Sitting back and still holding your notebook, you decide to just spend the rest of the ride playing and replaying the one demo level of Ms. Pac-man you have on your cell phone.

You take the typical path to work today, milling with the crowds of people going the same direction as you. You tried different methods the past couple of days, but each time you ended up either in a hard to pass area or wandering through smells you’d rather not know the source of.

As you walk, you hum the chorus of that Switchfoot song a few times before trying to banish it from your head. However, your mind keeps repeating the line, “This is your life; are you who you want to be?”

You arrive at work late, but no one seems to notice. Taking out your laptop, you set it in the only empty slot. There are no computer chairs left, so you grab the broken green folding chair that the unfortunate last arrival has to use. Because it’s too low for you to comfortably type at the desk, you pull your laptop into your lap and work like that.

There’s a lot for you to do. Besides just writing websites for clients and creating the content for fictional brochures, you want to find some time to write a couple of pages of your latest novel and start editing for your only paid gig. The first thing you do, though, is open the online forum you frequent to check to see if you have any new messages. Upon arriving there, you reply to three friends and two role-play conversations, as well as quickly bump your thread back onto the first page. You minimize this window, figuring that it won’t be much of a distraction.

Next, you read a few comics, just trying to get into the mood to work. Then, you read a few more. Fifty comics later, you’ve run out of strips that you frequent, so you start wondering if you need to find a new strip.

Reminding yourself of the work you have to do, you minimize that window as well and finally open Word. You haven’t even plugged in the flash drive that holds all of the information you need to do your job yet. Searching through your bag, you finally locate it and stick it into the USB drive.

“This is your life; are you who you want to be?” you unconsciously sing under your breath. Catching yourself before you sing the next line, you decide that you need to listen to some music. This requires another search through the bag. Pulling out a burned CD one of your friends made for you the previous Christmas, you stick it into your computer. Next, you need to find some unused headphones. After a quick scan of the office, you stand up to grab the only free pair.

It’s hard for you to work while listening to music, though, so you go back to see if you have any new messages and reply to those while listening to the first couple of songs. You also realize that you haven’t checked your e-mail yet, so you go to both your hotmail and work accounts. Your boss has sent you yet another assignment, and he says this one is due within the week, just like the other five you have to do. You ignore it for now, opening the last assignment you worked on.

You’ve been at work for almost two hours now, and have yet to accomplish anything.

Your stomach growls, so you decide that it would be easier to concentrate if you ate something. Standing on your chair, you grab a plate and a package of eating utensils from the top shelf. Then, you take the two burritos to the kitchen to cook.

While you eat, you wander your online site some more, not doing anything significant, but taking time nonetheless. You finish the burritos, but your stomach still growls, so you cook the French fries as well, using a paper cup for their container.

When those are gone, you have no more excuses to not work, so you finally read over the last few lines you wrote on this assignment, your uncooperative mind barely registering any of the words.

Now, you’ve decided that you want a soda. You don’t drink soda; you don’t even like the taste of soda, but there’s a collection of free cokes and diet cokes in the office refrigerator that you wish to raid.

You decide that water is really enough for you and refill the cup at the water cooler. Back at your seat, you reread the last few sentences.

Unfortunately, this assignment is more work than you usually prefer to tell yourself. You begin researching the topic, turning your music back on as you read. Occasionally, you copy a sentence or two from one of the websites you visit into a word document for future reference, but mostly you just scan the information.

And you still want that soda. Or some skittles from the snack machine. Or an ice cream from down the street. You utterly refuse to spend money, though, and your only free choices are to eat your dinner much too early, get some more water, or break open a soda.

Grabbing a soda, you pull the tab with a familiar psssh. You sip the murky brown liquid, not liking it, as usual, but drinking the entire can. You throw it away as you finish, immediately finding yourself wanting another one.

Just as you start actually writing a few sentences for your assignment, your boss comes in. He’s loud, asking questions, yelling about incompetence, and holding in office interviews with more misshaped interns. It’s distracting, and you have a lot of difficulty writing with his continual noise, but you’re afraid to open any other windows because he might see. Every time you glance in his direction, he asks what you’re looking at and tells you to get back to work.

He says that he’s stepping out of the office for a bit but, in half an hour, a client’s going to arrive who he wants you to meet with. As such, you need to search the boxes of company t-shirts for one that fits you. None are your size, but you pick an unwrinkled specimen that’s close enough and take it to the bathroom to change.

When you arrive back, it’s almost time for the meeting. You stand in front of your computer, having lost your chair to one of the new arrivals, trying to type out a few sentences before it’s time to go.

The meeting lasts for two hours and, while you were only needed for about fifteen minutes of it, you have to stay the entire time. When it’s finally over, you go back to your computer to work. Luckily, your chair has been freed, so you have somewhere to sit again.

Within ten minutes of the actual progress that follows, your boss’s girlfriend, also the “chief editor,” as she calls herself, of one of his publications, comes in and asks you to move so she can sit where you are. You do so, transferring your laptop, bag, power cord, cell phone, papers, and headphones across the room to a desk recently abandoned by one of your coworkers.

By now, you have two hours left of work and are hungry again. You get your pizza rolls out of the refrigerator, grab a paper towel, and take your dinner to be cooked. Once finished, you carry them back to the office, softly singing, “This is your life; is it everything you dreamed that it would be?”

That song is back in your head. You turn on the music, mouthing the screamed words of one of your favorite bands while you eat and catch up on your messages.

You spend the next two hours actually working on your assignments, leaving the office half an hour late. At least you always end up working your entire shift, even if it’s not within the exact hours it’s supposed to be.

It’s dark by the time you exit the subway station back in your neighborhood. Your phone rings to tell you that you have a message, so you listen as you walk home. Back in your room, you call your parents, just to let them know you’ve survived another day. Your mom insists on talking for over half an hour, though, using up a good portion of what little free time you have each evening.

After a quick shower, you munch on tootsie rolls, sitting down at your laptop to write. You want to finish those two pages before going to bed. First, you check your messages again, reply, bump your thread, visit your kingdom in an online game you play, and see if any of your comics have updated early.

By the time you complete all of this, almost two hours have passed. You really don’t understand how time can sometimes move so quickly. You reopen the document, but the phone rings. Your best friend has just gotten off of work and wants to chat.

You really only mean to talk for ten minutes, maybe twenty. You still want to get at least a little written tonight. By the time you hang up, though, it’s been over an hour and you need to be getting to bed if you want to sleep a reasonable amount before work the next morning.

“This is your life; are you who you want to be?” you sing as you get ready for bed, not bothering to try expelling the song for now. It hasn’t been helping all day anyway.

As you crawl into bed, you swear that tomorrow you’ll do your work. Tomorrow you’ll write two pages. Tomorrow you’ll pursue your dreams. You won’t let friends, or family, or online sites distract you. Tomorrow will be different.

You fall asleep, mumbling off-key, “This is your life, and today is all you’ve got now. Yeah, and today is all you’ll ever have.”
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#63
Old 10-11-2007, 07:20 AM

The Girl with the Red Umbrella

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Katie chocked her tears back as the yelling continued to echo from her house, her life was a broken record, the same thing happened each day and she couldn't take it anymore. The screen door slammed shut as she stormed out, her parents to busy screaming their lungs out to notice. "God, this shit sucks" she whispered as she crossed the street, one good thing about her house was the old and seldom used park which sat just across from her home.

Katie let her cigarette hit the sidewalk before stomping out the flame, she sighed as she walked to the swings, the swing moved back and forth, each time going higher and faster and making Katie feel as though she was flying. "Hello" she heard "What the fuck?" she said as she almost fell from her swing.

She looked to the swing next to her, a young girl sat there gently swinging, her face and upper body hidden by a bright red umbrella. "I didn't mean to frighten you," the girl said in a low drowsy voice, Katie sat silent as she stared at the shadow behind the red umbrella.

Katie took a deep breath, 'Heh, I was scared of a little girl' she thought as she let her swing sway in the light breeze. "What are you doing out here, alone?" Katie asked, she thought she knew all the kids in the neighborhood, however she had never seen this mysterious girl.

The girl shifted slightly, though her face stayed hidden, small ominous whispers filled the park though only the girl could hear them, "I am lost" the girl said, worry filled Katie's' face. The girl's tone was still low and drowsy and made Katie wonder for just a moment if the girl was still of the living.

"Lost?" Katie questioned, the girl shifted once again this time her face was shown, Katie fell backwards at the site which stood before her, the girls face was completely blank except her stitched up mouth. "I am lost, just like you will be" she said just as Katie felt something grip her leg, she struggled to get away, but it was too late, her screams were muffled by sand.

The girl stood, "In the shadows he watches you, in the shadows he waits for you, in the shadows he feeds on your fear, in the shadows he comes for you, in the shadows he takes your soul and in the shadows you become lost in him" she whispered before slowly walking into the shadows as the park filled with malicious laughter.

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Old 10-12-2007, 08:29 PM

Somewhere Beyond This Place

They always brought me back into a world that I had no intentions of staying. I was a scientist, developing a serum that would allow a person to slip between the world of reality and the world of fantasy. Now, I was my own patient, my own test subject to be observed for the effects of the drug.

The more one used the drug, the more the effects of the drug stayed. My colleagues kept trying to convince me that it was too dangerous for me to keep trying the serum, for they feared that I would permanently 'slip away'. But wasn't that the whole idea? I thought.

When I was younger, no more than ten years old, I envied the other children who laughed and played in the sunshine. I was a prisoner in my own home, forced to study until my brain was swelling with blood.

At night, I would cry. My parents heard nothing, or they didn't care, because they never checked up on me. I would lay in the dark, imagining of that place where I could be free. There would be ice cream, cartoons, and other children that I could go play with. But that place was not real, and I long to travel to that world, I had developed in my mind.

As the years went by, that world evolved.

I was constantly locked up, with books towering above me. My parents were determined to make me one of them, someone who was an outstanding, exceptional student, and wins Nobel Prizes. They were unforgiving of me, when I had entered a writing contest and surprisingly won. They thought it was a waste of time to write nonsense stories.

But the stories I wrote weren't nonsense. It was the only way I could touch that world inside my head; the world that had always been there by me, when I was down and depressed.

Through my studies I had found a research journal that hypothesized about the possibility of another world inside a person's mind. The journal purposed that was where coma patients reside, while their body recuperates.

I was determined to go through with this hypothesis and to make my dreams come true. Once I graduated from university, I went on to my masters and PhD to continue my research. I had worked endless hours, days and months to develop the serum I now held in my hand.

My colleagues were attempting to take the serum away, but I held them at bay, with a knife I had obtained from the kitchen.

"Now, please, Dr. Rochelle. Give me the serum and we'll give you Marietta," one of my colleagues, Benny, said, holding his hand out. Marietta was my doll given to me by my aunt, and taken away by my parents. What propelled him to give me my doll back, I had no idea.

I pointed the knife around the room, while they all were prepared to jump me when my guard was down. But I wouldn't let them have the chance. I injected the serum into my arm, and I felt the blood rush the drug throughout my body.

"Hurry! We got to get her to the emergency room. We've got--" I didn't hear what Benny said, as I drifted off. I felt him catch me though, but that was the last feeling I felt in the real world.

I hope you liked the story I wrote. This was actually one of a rare few (short) stories I have ever finished. xD

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Old 10-13-2007, 04:13 AM

I guess since I' am getting a little bored I'll write something of the top of my head.

The Rumor

He just stood there behind the door and I waited there staring at him slowly opening the front door. “What’s wrong?†I asked despite my fear of being rejected. He made a weird face that would probably answer my question seeing how he looked like a little boy whose dog just died. “My aunt, Trisha, just passed away.†I choked on my words and didn’t know what to say. I’ve never been capable to cheer someone up, it just wasn’t my talent. I always seem to hurt them even more and hurt myself thinking about it. “How long ago did you find out?†I stuck my hand in my pockets in search of my keys to lock the door, but all I got was a handful of pocket lent. “This morning, they found her just lying in her bed without any soul left.†Josh was a very sensitive boy and the smallest mislead comment or action would hurt him severely. I wanted to go back inside to get my keys, but I was afraid to offend him so I walked away with him.
I juggled the things to say in my mind and the possible ways that Josh would react to each of them. “I’ am sorry, that you have to deal with such a thing in the morning. Is there anything that I can do?†He just looked at me with an impenetrable face and it made me wonder whether I said the right thing. “It’s okay. I’ll be alright. I know you mean well.†He looked up at me and smiled slightly then looked at my hand and said, “You should go back and lock your door.†I laughed a bit and turned around, for someone so young he was very smart.

It almost seemed as it happened in an instant, so fast I don’t remember it happening. I walked to school slowly thinking about Josh and how he is doing. Josh was a twelve year old boy and relied on his aunt to help him out when his mom and dad were fighting. To let a child suffer through that seemed wrong and I felt as if it was my fault. I remember Trisha when I was younger a sweet and warm-hearted women, she was always picking on Dexter, my older brother they had went to school together. I wonder how this is going to change everything, but I guess only time will tell.

The murmuring of Trisha’s death filled the school and teachers were frustrated that the students couldn’t concentrate. I just sat there thinking and listening to the rumors passing by like busy bees. “I heard that she died because she sinned too many times.†A guy across the room said. My head turned to face the boy talking; of course I was curious of what he had to say. “I heard she killed and old man and even stole a homeless person’s food.†I was through listing it was simply to tell the person was a moron. Home was no different from school either. While mom cooked dinner dad clucked, he clucked enough that would annoy a barn of chickens, and it was all about Trisha. My head hurt because of all the drama. Trisha this, Trisha that. Why is it when someone dies they don’t actually die!? I never had any problem with Trisha, just the stupidity of the rumors.

“Tracey, what’s the answer to question 3?†Mrs. Barns had to be made because that was the fifth time she asked me that question before I woke up from my day dream. Ms. Barns slammed her ruler on my desk and I woke up with a surprise look on my face and if that bell didn’t ring when it did, I’d be toast. “Josh! Wait up!†It was time to go home and I wanted to walk with Josh to make sure he is alright. “What’s up?†I asked. “Nothing much, we’re suppose to be having a big dinner at my house, do you want to come? I asked my mom in advance. So…?†I smiled at the fact that he was ok now and I nudge him in the arm, “What are you guys having?†I said with a smile.
When Josh opened the door to the dining room my eyes shot open like I seen a ghost, there she was, Trisha. I could tell Josh was surprised as much as I was because his mouth seemed to reach the floor. “What wrong you two?†She said. Josh stood there and I knew that was my sign to speak. “W…w….we thought you died.â€

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Old 10-13-2007, 06:54 PM

A random piece I wrote in class yesterday, hope it's not too bad.

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The taxi pulled up to the curb and half a dozen young children burst out on to the footpath. The frazzled mother paid the taxi driver and apologized, but beneath her exhausted look hid many other emotions.

Joy. Relief. Hope.

Any time now, she would soon see her husband again. He had been away on business for what had seemed like such a long time, and they had never been away from each other for this long before. She ached to see his face again. Oh, how she hoped he had stayed faithful over the long time away.

Soon this ordeal would be over. In the far distance, it was possible to see the tiny ferry, carrying her husband and many others, through the sea spray, slowly making its way to the wharf.

Running after her children, she pushed through the large crowd of people out on to the wharf.

No one noticed that there was one man by himself. He stood separately from the crowd, leaning against a pole.

He was smartly dressed and on the side of his briefcase his initials were stamped- M.L.

Anyone passing by would think him to be just an impatient businessman waiting for his wife…

They would be terribly wrong.

Mark watched the children playing on the edge of the wharf and a pang of guilt pierced his heart. He quickly dismissed it before it evolved into something more serious, and gained his composure.

Mark shook his head. He couldn’t afford his conscience playing up now at such a vital time… least of all now- with people watching, spying on him.

He couldn’t deny noticing that he was never alone. That there was always somebody watching.

The black Corolla parked outside his house. His next-door neighbour. Even now he’d place a bet that the taxi driver had been paid to sit there and watch him.

Mark had expected it when he accepted the job, but now he wondered whether he was cut out for it.

He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and gazed out at the horizon.

Any time now the ferry would stop and… Mark reached down into his briefcase and pulled out a thick folder.

He checked his notes for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. Everything was sorted.

The explosion would be enough to engulf the entire ferry in flames, but not enough to blow it to pieces.

Jane Watson, the owner of the ferry and Admiral Samuel Mathews, commander of Coast Guard operations, had both been paid considerable amounts to ‘confuse the matter’ by putting forward misleading information and conflicting facts. If all went to plan, the Admiral would even manage to keep the police force from entering the ferry, before all evidence was removed.

Mark smiled. There was no way anything could be traced back to him.

Mark placed his folder back in the briefcase and grabbed a small pair of binoculars from the inside pocket. After adjusting the vision, he focused in on the ferry and had a closer look.’

He checked his watch. Any time now…

Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the ferry became a ball of fiery light, and a load roar could be heard in the distance.

Panic broke out on the wharf and a young woman snatched Mark’s binoculars to get a closer look.

Mark stood up straight, and wiped the dust from his suit. He turned and walked away. An expressionless face.

Mission Accomplished.

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Old 10-13-2007, 07:09 PM

Not sure if I'm allowed to double-post here, if not, then please merge my posts, but this is a seperate piece.

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The light reflects off each surrounding car, each surrounding hood, and when I stare at one hood for too long my eyes hurt just as if I were looking into the sun itself. That can't be right, though, I can't be staring at the sun if I'm sitting on top of it, inside of it.

My soda bottle isn't full anymore, isn't even half full. Taking a drink of it leaves behind a sticky aftertaste; my throat feels momentarily cooled but my mouth feels even hotter, and the last time I took a drink of it, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth for an entire second.

Where is she? My mind whimpers before my sore throat has a chance, and with a sense of urgency, I scan the parking lot. Twice. Three times . . . no sign of her. An old man wearing a magical top hat passes the sun in which I sit, but he doesn't notice a thing. I think his top hat is covering his eyes.

He presses a button in his hand and the trunk of the car in the opposite space pops open as if by magic. I try to focus on what he's throwing into the trunk, but by the time he slams it shut the only thing I can remember of his purchases is that they were all in stuffed, see-through plastic baggies.

Where is she?

Too hot . . . it’s too hot in the sun. It’d be too hot even if I was outside, even if she came and turned on the air conditioner, even if I threw myself into a public pool with all my clothes on.

She said she’d hurry. She said she just needed a new hair dryer before we left. How long has it been? Seems like days, but nighttime hasn’t graced me with its moon yet and I know it’s not been more than an hour. I want to be on the moon, in the moon, I’d rather be in the moon than in the sun.

The window needs to be rolled down, but then someone might steal me. More importantly, someone might steal the car. She said so, she told me so. People steal far too often, she said, and people can’t be trusted these days. Why, just a few months ago a girl was robbed while walking down the street, the innocent, sunny street, she told me.

The street was probably too sunny.

Maybe if I just crack the window, just a little, just so I can breathe, just so the air can cool the sun a bit, then I’ll be okay.

I scan the parking lot again, this time to make sure she isn’t coming, before my hands inch little by little toward the button. Why didn’t I think of this before? The little button will automatically crack my window, roll it down a bit, give me air. With a guilty glance toward the shop door through which she disappeared, I smash my finger onto the button.

Nothing happens.

Again I try, and again the window remains up.

This time my whole fist smashes onto the button, and with a crackling noise it pops out of its hole and lands somewhere on the floor. I don’t pause to look for the broken thing, opting instead to beat the empty space where the button once was until I see splotches of red all over the side of the door. Breathing hard now, my energy long gone, I lower my hands and slouch into the burning seat.

Where is she?

The doors to the store slam open suddenly, and my head just barely manages to turn in that direction before I see two streaks of color dash into the street, one dash of bright green and another dash of black and red. Neither of those dashes is the one I want to see, however, so I let my head fall.

I don’t know if I can feel my limbs anymore. My hand looks mangled and bloody, but I can’t feel any pain.

Where is she?

Maybe going to sleep for a little while will make the time go by faster. Maybe when I open my eyes again she’ll be here to open the door, a hair dryer in each hand (she better have gotten at least two, with the amount of time she’s taking). Maybe I’ll dream of water.

“Mm,†I murmur, an unintelligible, scratchy sigh escaping as my eyelids slide shut. I already feel cooler . . . I can’t see the sun anymore. What’s that she always told me? Out of sight, out of mind? Her saying seems to work on everything except for herself, since I can’t stop thinking about her even when she’s not around.

It’s funny how that works.

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Old 10-21-2007, 01:12 AM

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Here's a short one I just started. It's going to be about Prejudgism. (<-sp?)

Called "The Final Story"

It was a tainted November in 1678.

Anger lurked around every corner, burned in the eyes of children, amongst the grown-ups. Meetings held every second day, Of the exacutions of witches and those who didn't belong. Hate was overpowering us.

My name is Crystal Waters.
I was accused of being a witch, now dead. I hung from the gallows and burned with many others, also known as the innocent to some who still believed.

My parents... abandoned my and my Brother because of the surrounding hate. The hate which they carried with them. to everyone we were known as "dangerous monsters"

And for now, this is my Story, the story of a girl and
the worlds real danger.

298 years later---December 12th 1976

"Charla?" Ms. Knotte yelled across the room, sounding abit aggitated. "Are you daydreaming again?"

I awoke from my emotionless state, and shook my head looking deep into her eyes.

"That does it, you think this class is only for thinking? Well, I guess, technically it is. But, a different kind." She walked to the door, slowly opening it and said "go to the principles office, I've had to deal with this to much lately."

Silent giggling could be heard from the students as they watched her.


This is still unfinished though so... yeah. >.>
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Old 10-27-2007, 07:13 PM

Once upon a time, though it was not in my time or in your time, or in anybody else's time, there was a great king who had an only son, the prince and heir who was about to come of age. So the king sent round a herald who should blow his trumpet at every four corners where two roads met. And when the people came together he would call out, "O yes, O yes, O yes, know ye that his grace the king will give on Monday sennight" -- that meant seven nights or a week after -- "a royal ball to which all maidens of noble birth are hereby summoned; and be it furthermore known unto you that at this ball his highness the prince will select unto himself a lady that shall be his bride and our future queen. God save the king."

Now there was among the nobles of the king's court one who had married twice, and by the first marriage he had but one daughter, and as she was growing up her father thought that she ought to have someone to look after her. So he married again, a lady with two daughters, and his new wife, instead of caring for his daughter, thought only of her own and favored them in every way. She would give them beautiful dresses but none to her stepdaughter who had only to wear the castoff clothes of the other two. The noble's daughter was set to do all the drudgery of the house, to attend the kitchen fire, and had naught to sleep on but the heap of cinder raked out in the scullery; and that is why they called her Cinder Maid. And no one took pity on her and she would go and weep at her mother's grave where she had planted a hazel tree, under which she sat.

You can imagine how excited they all were when they heard the king's proclamation called out by the herald. "What shall we wear, mother; what shall we wear?" cried out the two daughters, and they all began talking about which dress should suit the one and what dress should suit the other, but when the father suggested that Cinder Maid should also have a dress they all cried out, "What, Cinder Maid going to the king's ball? Why, look at her, she would only disgrace us all." And so her father held his peace.

Now when the night came for the royal ball Cinder Maid had to help the two sisters to dress in their fine dresses and saw them drive off in the carriage with her father and their mother. But she went to her own mother's grave and sat beneath the hazel tree and wept and cried out:

Tree o' mine, O tree o' me,
With my tears I've watered thee;
Make me a lady fair to see,
Dress me as splendid as can be.

And with that the little bird on the tree called out to her:

Cinder Maid, Cinder Maid, shake the tree,
Open the first nut that you see.

So Cinder Maid shook the tree and the first nut that fell she took up and opened, and what do you think she saw? -- a beautiful silk dress blue as the heavens, all embroidered with stars, and two little lovely shoon [shoes] made of shining copper. And when she had dressed herself the hazel tree opened and from it came a coach all made of copper with four milk-white horses, with coachman and footmen all complete. And as she drove away the little bird called out to her:

Be home, be home ere mid-o'-night
Or else again you'll be a fright.

When Cinder Maid entered the ballroom she was the loveliest of all the ladies, and the prince, who had been dancing with her stepsisters, would only dance with her. But as it came towards midnight Cinder Maid remembered what the little bird had told her and slipped away to her carriage. And when the prince missed her he went to the guards at the palace door and told them to follow the carriage. But Cinder Maid when she saw this, called out:

Mist behind and light before,
Guide me to my father's door.

And when the prince's soldiers tried to follow her there came such a mist that they couldn't see their hands before their faces. So they couldn't find which way Cinder Maid went.

When her father and stepmother and two sisters came home after the ball they could talk of nothing but the lovely lady: "Ah, would not you have like to have been there?" said the sisters to Cinder Maid as she helped them to take off their fine dresses. "The was a most lovely lady with a dress like the heavens and shoes of bright copper, and the prince would dance with none but her; and when midnight came she disappeared and the prince could not find her. He is going to give a second ball in the hope that she will come again. Perhaps she will not, and then we will have our chance."

When the time of the second royal ball came round the same thing happened as before; the sisters teased Cinder Maid, saying "Wouldn't you like to come with us?" and drove off again as before.

And Cinder Maid went again to the hazel tree over her mother's grave and cried:

Tree o' mine, O tree o' me,
Shiver and shake, dear little tree;
Make me a lady fair to see,
Dress me as splendid as can be.

And then the little bird on the tree called out:

Cinder Maid, Cinder Maid, shake the tree,
Open the first nut that you see.

But this time she found a dress all golden brown like the earth embroidered with flowers, and her shoon were made of silver; and when the carriage came from the tree, lo and behold, that was made of silver too, drawn by black horses with trappings all of silver, and the lace on the coachman's and footmen's liveries was also of silver; and when Cinder Maid went to the ball the prince would dance with none but her; and when midnight cam round she fled as before. But the prince, hoping to prevent her running away, had ordered the soldiers at the foot of the staircase to pour out honey on the stairs so that her shoes would stick in it. But Cinder Maid leaped from stair to stair and got away just in time, calling out as the soldiers tried to follow her:

Mist behind and light before,
Guide me to my father's door.

And when her sisters got home they told her once more of the beautiful lady that had come in a silver coach and silver shoon and in a dress all embroidered with flowers: "Ah, wouldn't you have like to have been there?" said they.

Once again the prince gave a great ball in the hope that his unknown be3auty would come to it. All happened as before; as soon as the sisters had gone Cinder Maid went to the hazel tree over her mother's grave and called out:

Tree o' mine, O tree o' me,
Shiver and shake, dear little tree;
Make me a lady fair to see,
Dress me as splendid as can be.

And then the little bird appeared and said:
Cinder Maid, Cinder Maid, shake the tree,
Open the first nut that you see.

And when she opened the nut in it was a dress of silk green as the sea with waves upon it, and her shoes this time were made of gold; and when the coach came out of the tree it was also made of gold, with gold trappings for the horses and for the retainers. And as she drove off the little bird from the tree called out:

Be home, be home ere mid-o'-night
Or else again you'll be a fright.

Now this time, when Cinder Maid came to the ball, she was a desirous to dance only with the prince as he with her, and so, when midnight came round, she had forgotten to leave till the clock began to strike, one -- two -- three -- four -- five -- six, -- and then she began to run away down the stairs as the clock struck eight -- nine -- ten. But the prince had told his soldier to put tar upon the lower steps of the stairs; and as the clock struck eleven her shoes stuck in the tar, and when she jumped to the foot of the stairs one of her golden shoes was left behind, and just then the clock struck TWELVE, and the golden coach with its horses and footmen, disappeared, and the beautiful dress of Cinder Maid changed again into her ragged clothes and she had to run home with only one golden shoe.

You can imagine how excited the sister were when they came home and told Cinder Maid all about it, how that the beautiful lady had come in a golden coach in a dress like the sea, with golden shoes, and how all had disappeared at midnight except the golden shoe. "Ah, wouldn't you have liked to have been there?" said they.

Now when the prince found out that he could not keep his lady-love nor trace where she had gone he spoke to his father and showed him the golden shoe, and told him that he would never marry anyone but the maiden who could wear that shoe. So the king, his father, ordered the herald to take round the golden shoe upon a velvet cushion and to go to every four corners where two streets met and sound the trumpet and call out, "O yes, O yes, O yes, be it known unto you all that whatsoever lady of noble birth can fit this shoe upon her foot shall become the bride of his highness the prince and our future queen. God save the king."

And when the herald came to the house of Cinder Maid's father the eldest of her two stepsisters tried on the golden shoe, But it was much too small for her, as it was for every other lady that had tried it up to that time; but she went up into her room and with a sharp knife cut off one of her toes and part of her heel, and then fitted her foot into the shoe, and when she came down she shoed it to the herald, who sent a message to the palace saying that the lady had been found who could wear the golden shoe.

Thereupon the prince jumped at once upon his horse and rode to the house of Cinder Maid's father. But when he saw the stepsister with the golden shoe, "Ah," he said, "but this is not the lady."

"But," she said, "you promised to marry the one that could wear the golden shoe," And the prince could say nothing, but offered to take her on his horse to his father's palace, for in those days ladies used to ride on a pillion at the back of the gentleman riding on horseback.

Now as they were riding towards the palace her foot began to drip with blood, and the little bird from the hazel tree that had followed them called out:

Turn and peep, turn and peep,
There's blood within the shoe;
A bit is cut from off the heel
And a bit from off the toe.

And the prince looked down and saw the blood streaming from her shoe and then he knew that this was not his true bride, and he rode back to the house of Cinder Maid's father; and then the second sister tried her chance; but when she found that her foot wouldn't fit the shoe she did the same as her sister, but all happed as before. The little bird called out:

Turn and peep, turn and peep,
There's blood within the shoe;
A bit is cut from off the heel
And a bit from off the toe.

And the prince took her back to her mother's house, and then he asked, "Have you no other daughter?" and the sisters cried out, "No, sir."

But the father said, "Yes, I have another daughter.

And the sisters cried out, "Cinder Maid, Cinder Maid, she could not wear that shoe."

But the prince said, "As she is of noble birth she has a right to try the shoe." So the herald went down to the kitchen and found cinder Maid; and when she saw her golden shoe she took it from him and put it on her foot, which it fitted exactly; and then she took the other golden shoe from underneath the cinders where she had hidden it and put that on too.

Then the herald knew that she was the true bride of his master; and her took her upstairs to where the prince was; when he saw her face, he knew that she was the lady of his love. So he took her behind him upon his horse; and as they rode to the palace the little bird from the hazel tree cried out:

Some cut their heel, and some cut their toe,
But she sat by the fire who could wear the shoe.

And so they were married and lived happy ever afterwards.
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Old 11-04-2007, 01:39 PM

A woman with black hair so long that it brushed the ground and so dark that it was purple even in the dim light of a crescent moon, stood on a hill. The path behind her that she had walked in the grass was brown with death, but the surrounding grass was still green. She stood on a hill that overlooked a flat, dry, and lifeless expanse of land that stretched out as far as the eye could see. Grey clouds were gathered over the plain and lightning struck the bare ground every few seconds.
She wore a long black silk dress as she gazed out over the dead land. Her grey eyes looked serious and gave the appearance of one who has no emotions, but inside, her heart was breaking and she longed to cry. The wasteland mirrored her life, thoughts and dreams.
Her lover had killed himself three years ago to the day. October 31st 1900 was the current date. He had ventured out over the plain that now loomed before her and had come back a raving lunatic. Supposedly, the other side held things beyond the imagination of any mortal and held fruits that could cure any disease or illness. The natives of the local town called it "The Wasteland of Hope". Her lover, Michael, had gone out in hopes of finding fruit for his beloved little sister who was only 10. She'd been sick for months and no medicines anyone knew of could ease her pain and suffering. She'd died shortly after Michael had hung himself from a peach tree in his parent's orchard.
As Celeste watched, the thunder from the storm reached her ears. There was always a storm over the expanse of land but it stopped right at the edge of the hill and never came across. She wandered over to a small grey marble headstone that stuck out of the ground about three feet and sat down beside it, her eyes never leaving the wasteland. She traced the words on the stone with her fingertips, not even having to look to know what it said. It'd been erected three years ago as a warning and a twisted memorial. It read:
Hopes, dreams, life
and everything you hold dear
will die here
should you cross the green grass line.

In memory of Michael -

Michael's family name had been left off due to the fact they didn't want to be remembered as the family of the young man who'd hung himself. They'd loved him, but they had their reputation to uphold if they were going to continue to live in the community and make money. It was sad, really.
Celeste stood and, barefoot, started walking down into the wasteland. She'd had enough of life without her beloved. He'd haunted her dreams every damn night since she'd seen him and his eyes hadn't shone the icy blue they always had before. He'd given her a wild look, like he'd never seen her in his life and he was afraid of her. She'd died that night, even before he had.
The rain drenched her to the bone and chilled her before she'd gone twenty steps into the barren land. Lightning flashed all around her and thunder boomed overhead, but she kept her grey eyes on the horizon. She was determined to either go mad as her lover had, or be killed by the lightning. Just then, a bolt struck so close to her that her hair stood up for a moment. She blinked the flash spots out of her vision, her pace unchanging. She was already a good distance into the wasteland. She didn't know how long she'd been walking or what time it was. Another bolt struck and she stopped dead. Standing there before her, was her lover.
Celeste was smart enough to know it might be a trick of the wasteland, but she rushed into her lover's arms. He held her close and whispered secret words to her that only the two of them had known.
Another flash of lightning struck and the two young ones were gone. In their place was a heart shaped scorch mark, surrounded by other scorch marks that resembled nothing.
The families both knew where Celeste had gone when they went to the marker and found a black rose lying atop it. It was Michael's favorite flower and the only other person who'd ever liked them and grown them was Celeste.

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Old 11-08-2007, 03:35 AM

It all started out as a normal day. She had woken up at 7:35 just like every day, gone down takin a shower and eatin brakefeast all before 8:25. She thought to herslef :This is gonna be such a great day! The sun is shinning, the birds are chirping...okay, maybe the birds aren't chirping, but it's still gonna be a GREAT day!: Or...atleast that's what she though. Little did she know what that day had to offer her...

Later that day, she went out for a walk, it wasn't exactly the greatest day to do it. It was dark outside, the moon was full and all the street lights were flickering. A few of them had gone out. The trees along the sides of the sidewalk looked as if though they were reaching out. Trying to grab her and yank her into the darkness. As she looked up she saw that there were no stars in the sky. The only street light was about three or four blocks ahead.

She started to hum, to brake the silence. :Oh god...If I hurry up, I can get to the other block ahead of me. Oh god...: She started to walk faster, she started to brake into a jog. As she did so the last few flickering lights went out. She was left standing in the darkness.

She could feell cold winds running up her spin making her shiver. She stopped joging coming to a complete stop she shiverd. Looking around her breathing became harder and harder as each second passed. A few strands of her hair blew into her face. When she started to lift her hand up, she felt two fingers brushing them away. Tensing up she looked around, she stopped breathing and felt hot breathing on her ear. A few tears slid down her cheeks.

Once again the fingers brushed them away. The unkown force softly licked her ear, whispering into her ear "Do not worry my child...Soon you will join..." As the figure spoke those words all the street lights came back on and in front of her was nothing but the empty street. She turned herself every which way, looking for the figure.

She found nothing. She lifted her hand up to her ear, she felt her ear. It felt as if a part of it had been burned off, yet she felt nothing. No pain...Nothing. She shivered as a finger was run down her back, turning around quickly she saw nobody. She started to run off.

She never told anyone what happened. She never walked at night. Even that way he doesn't leave her alone. She can feel him around her. She can feel his eyes on her when she's showering...She sences him...she still has that burn on her ear. She's so afraid she sleeps with the lights on, and always has someone around her...


So what do you think?

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Old 11-10-2007, 06:45 PM

http://www.albion.com/blake/archive/..._V1996_126.txt

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Cinderella and the Pumpkin...
We all know how Cinderella wanted to go to the ball but her wicked stepmother wouldn't let her and then the fairy godmother pops up and gives Cinderella some good news: The fairy godmother tells Cinderella that she will provide for her everything she needs to go to the ball, but only on 2 conditions. Cinderella asks what she needs to do and the fairy godmother replies, "First, you must wear a diaphragm." Cinderella's mouth drops open and says, "You must be crazy! I'm on the pill, and I don't need to wear a diaphragm." The fairy godmother reminds Cinderella about all the handsome princes that will be attending the ball that night, and Cinderella agrees to wear a diaphragm. "Well, what's the second condition?" Cinderella asked. The fairy godmother replies, "You must be back home by 2:00 AM. Well, Cinderella explains that if she's gonna go party with the princes, she wants to be out all night long. The fairy godmother tells Cinderella that if she's not home by 2AM, then her diaphragm will turn into a pumpkin and reminds her that at least she'll be with the princes most of the evening, so Cinderella agrees to be home at 2AM...
At 2AM, Cinderella doesn't show up...3AM, no Cinderella...4AM, no Cinderella...finally, at 5AM, Cinderella shows up at the door with a huge grin on her face.

The fairy godmother stands up and looks at Cinderella and says, "Where the hell have you been? Your diaphragm was supposed to turn into a pumpkin 3 hours ago!!!" Cinderella tells the fairy godmother that she met a prince and he took care of it for her. The fairy godmother wonders about a prince with this type of power and asks Cinderella his name to which she replies, "I can't remember, but it was Peter Peter something or other...."

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Old 11-10-2007, 06:51 PM

http://www.emmitsburg.net/humor/arch...groaner_13.htm

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A Bug
Every night, Frank would go down to the liquor store, get a six pack, bring it home, and drink it while he watched TV. One night, as he finished his last beer, the doorbell rang. He stumbled to the door and found a six-foot cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the room, then left.
The next night, after he finished his 4th beer, the doorbell rang. He walked slowly to the door and found the same six-foot cockroach standing there. The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.

The next night, after he finished his 1st beer, the doorbell rang again. The same six-foot cockroach was standing there. This time he was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain. Then the big bug left.

The fourth night Frank didn't drink at all. The doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there. The bug beat the snot out of Frank and left him in a heap on the living room floor.

The following day, Frank went to see his doctor. He explained events of the preceding four nights. "What can I do?" he pleaded. "Not much" the doctor replied. "There's just a nasty bug going around."

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Old 12-12-2007, 04:29 AM


  • Fear the myriad of typos and how terrible this is. It’s an assessment task, and written at 3am.
    Also, I completely forgot to capitalize half the ‘Its’ in there.
    FAIL.
    Note: I don't write. I draw. Hence why this is utter suck. But I like it never the less.

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    The body shifted from its position in the darkness, coming to life, as the world outside its home seemed to die and sink away into the night.

    Its surroundings were dark - no light penetrated its world. Yet, in the vast cavern of shadow, forms began to stir and the dimness sprang to life and an invisible ocean of movement and sound. Bodies moved in chaotic confusion, colliding into each other, harsh voices sounding annoyance and frustration at the intrusion.

    It listened to its fellow dwellers shout their anger and impatience at the disorganization, before launching itself into the fray. Bodies rushed past as it moved toward the vague shimmer of light dancing in the distance. Others seemed to catch sight of the luminescence, simultaneously turning, and rushing forwards. Hundreds of hard, leathery wings whipped past it as it struggled to keep pace with its impatient fellows. As one, they hurdled towards the faint source of light, the shinnying brightness increasing as they rushed forward.

    And then, the world was light, and shining and all around it. Its senses came to life, hearing the echo of its fellows while they bicker and shout. The smaller sounds of the out side began to bleed into its awareness as it moved away from the distractions of the chattering mass. The sound of wind filled its ears, rushing past as it pushed further into the night, small sounds of insects and plant life catching occasionally, distracting its attention and sending it off in a new direction.

    It continued on, long ago loosing its fellow creatures to the darkness, their cacophony of high pitched nattering forgotten, replaced with the gentle lull of the sounds of the evening. As it moved, its wings beat slowly, gliding mostly, with no particular destination known, and no regard for time. It went on like this for what seemed like forever, pausing now and again to prey on a fellow flying creature, it’s small, pointed teeth making short work on the fragile bodies in its grasp.

    The Night went on, the silvery eye sitting high in above, full and illuminating, giving the world an eerie glow. A gentle wind blow through trees, the delicate fruit blossoms fell and spiraled off into the unknown. The sound of beating wings and soft murmuring lost in the evening’s own conversations.

    It paid little regard to the strange simmering of the moon against the water was it sailed across the currents above the glassy surface. It’s only concern with what lay ahead, and the possibility of a destination. It muttered softly to its self, sending small sounds out to the night, and listening to them return moments later. The world appeared empty to it, nothing in its surrounds to reply or respond. It paused for a moment, wings working to faster now.

    It turned suddenly, its body arching and wings contorting in an effort to keep up with its mind. It moved quickly now, its previous lazy pace forgotten, and destination decided. Wings rose and feel with vigor as it sped towards its end. Small noises escaping its mouth, realization voiced in its cries.
    The silent giants and sweet smelling bodies it had passed previously now appeared oppressive and dangerous, the fingers of sun light which crept through the air causing It to panic as It pushed further on.
    The voices of the others could be heard now, their shrill calls pulling It towards them. They were more sedate now, bodies fluttered through the air, nimbly maneuvering between the plant growth which hid the entrance to their home.

    It approached them and Its home cautiously, nervous of returning, but impatient to be in the comfort of safety. It feared the response of those it had left, wondering if they would welcome it back, or simply refuse the one that had deserted Its family.

    The night was ending, the threatening claws on day had already taken hold of the darkness, pulling it back, replaced with blinding light and the thread of danger. Many had already returned to the security of the home, with those left beginning to shift their bodies towards the entrance.
    It hovered, nervousness holding it back. A small sound to its side sent it into a tangle of wings and noise, body propelled forward by instinct and fear. It took refuge in side the vast cavern of Its home, it’s blind eyes squinting to see the response of Its fellows. None stirred, or replied to its questioning murmurs – most already at rest, and those not to exhaust to care.

    It relaxed within its self, deciding it was home, and safe. A feeling of peace washed of It, leaving Its body tired and demanding rest. It shifted, wings folding softy around its self, and head tucking slightly into Its fur. Darkness surrounded Its mind, as light threatened to break through into the eternal darkness of the cavern. The events of the night all but forgotten, and Its memories being clouded by dreams of a world of colours.

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#75
Old 12-17-2007, 10:21 PM

"Please no!" I stammered. The murderer came charging at me like a bull. He had a gun with one hand and a knife with the other.I ran away from him. Dead end!i was at the balcony. I looked at the murderer only a few yards away. I ducked. I felt a whoosh of air then I heard a death irritating scream. I looked down from the balcony. There laid my ex-boyfriend.



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