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05-04-2008
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Post A Short Story/Poem
Simple: Just post a short story about a paragraph or two or poem.
I'll post one: They Hold Us Down They Fire The Bullets They Made The Bombs They Send The Soldiers They Cause The Wars They Are Called The United States EDIT: No negative critism Anyone can post their stories here
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I don't think this can be called a story, more the beginning of one - improvised it around a dream which never actually finished. xD .. and I don't think the flashback's appropriate to post here. >_>
Sacrifice: Her pale hand slipped from his grasp, the otherwise snowy white walls coated with a more sinister and altogether more alarming shade of auburn, reds, oranges - those colours so often associated with wrath, and with flames. From behind them, a door slammed closed, the noise resounding through through both of their heads, those who had been screaming before them now trapped within the building, soon to be destroyed in inhuman ways, test subjects of the new terror that had taken over...some of the last remaining children of the world's last era. "Harley, please...we're the only ones left..." Tears welled in her blue eyes as she looked at the male, only a few paces ahead of her. Neither of them could bear to stop going - they could not take that risk, not now. There was something almost cold within his eyes, his clothing ripped in various places, making him look like some modern-day warrior. His expression was difficult to read, halfway through pain and sympathy as he scanned his girlfriend's body - her clothes, too, were torn in places, her pale skin stained with blood. "You think we should give up, Jen? Is that it?" At once, a gasp came to her lips, the female shaking her head violently as she ran to keep up with Harley. She placed her cold hand in his bloodied one, a doorway visible just ahead of them as they continued, barely able to breathe against the atmosphere in the building, knives against their chests. "I...Harley...no...I..." Jen could not finish her sentence. She fell forwards slightly, eyelids falling into her blue eyes, barely able to focus...not quite unconscious, though hardly aware of her surroundings. Harley was half dragging her along the icy floor - her warm weight, however, was a welcome burden against his otherwise frozen body; it reminded him of times before, when she had been too tired to stand after pounding against the bathroom wall, usually during the many nights they had spent clubbing. A half-smirk crossed his concentrated lips as he thought back...a thrill ride, although when he compared the situation they were no now...only fear crossed him. There was quite a difference between getting caught in the bathroom of a club, and getting dragged away to the slaughter.
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Jay and Toni had to be careful, the forest was a dangerous place. Not only that, but the realm was unidentified by the Elders. All they knew was Ben was around here somewhere, they just needed to grab him and go... simple. However they could feel the evil presence around them. Jay continuosly starred at the trees.
"I don't trust them" Jays' expression appeared worried. Toni turned back, "What the hell do you mean? You don't trust them? Your not supposed to trust trees man. Forest plantation isn't the sort of thing you ask to mind your flat or to book a holiday." Jay gave Toni a stern look "You really think these trees are like the ones back home?" Toni nodded with assurance "Of course, so they're a bit crooked." Jay sighed "Alright, we'll go with your opinion for a little while. But I've got that feeling..." Toni butted in "THAT feeling? Ooh no don't start that again. Last time you had THAT feeling it was after 7 pints and you were spewing in my sink." Suddenly, the two heard a sound of a hedge rushling. The duo became subconciously alarmed. Toni turned his head to stare at Jay once more. "Alright maybe we'll go with your instinct for a little bit." Jay grinned. As the two proceeded, one of the trees acted and turned to monitor there movements before shifting back to their stationary status. Jay and Toni didn't notice this, and pushed on to find Ben. Quote:
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And same to yours, it was cool, sine ya gave an idea of a plot, but being a snippet, it still left me wondering. =) and same question - was yours planed or spontaneous? (cool if it was the latter!) An a little something I cooked up a while ago ... hopefully I haven't already posted it. O_O ... June '07, I think I was going through ... a separation anxiety period. xD  A reflection shines, And I hate it. How can one be beautiful in every way, When the one who sees it hates to be themself? I look in the mirror, I despise what I see. I am not perfect. I don't try to be perfect. But for his sake, I am determined to be. He says it's true, my want not to Makes me so. I am held as the one in his eyes, But there are others, Much more wonderful than I could hope to be. Look upon this pale face, And don't let me know what you see, Because I don't care. All I want to be is his, All I do is for his sake. What should I be? He loves me for myself, But I can go so much further. A fine line, I'm walking it... I don't want to ruin what we have. I admit, I've never felt this way before. I admit, He holds my heart in his hand, And will, for a long time to come. And if he breaks it, He'll have the two hearts, One of which would have been mine. Hopeless. I am. Hopeless. I'll cry for him, Because I am in love. And he is the one thing... I never want to loose. I would risk more than creation allows, All for his sake. Never leave me... I will never leave you. I am soulless, because my soul, It resides with you. Perfection is the one thing I do not strive for... And yet, I will give it all for you. Love. It can drive you mad, with happiness. I am insane. I am insane, for being all he loves and more... Forever.
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Fierce as the flies die in her eyes
No one cares whether he lives or dies They both drop to an endless low When death shatters and breaks their bones The one who laid birth to them both Find out the guilt of the world slammed down in their throat. A long awaited reunion. Leads to the end or their life long's ruin.
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And a super-quick thing I wrote like ... a few weeks ago: To be a Performer Is to laugh and to cry, But feel emotionless. Is to be in pain, But never show it. Is to work hard, But remember it doesn't pay. Is to pool all your hopes and dreams, But allow them to be shattered. Is to love thyself on a roll of film, But regret staring in the mirror. Is to always think yourself the best, But remember, that you mean nothing. Is to play a saint, But act a monster. Is to desire, But never obtain. Is to dance yourself to painful tears, But bandage the bleeding feet and continue. Is to think you know someone, But uncover their true being. Is to smile, when you hear the parts to be played, But to cry, when you realise you will always remain, That girl, forever dancing in the chorus line.
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05-06-2008
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05-10-2008
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How did it happen? How it began? I wish I could remember, but I can’t. Did I do it? No, it can’t be. I could never do anything like that. But if it wasn’t me, then who was it? If only I could remember. And that guy… He looked familiar. What a hell happened tonight. I was spending a night out with my girlfriend. After movie, I walked her home and gave her a good night kiss. Then I started walking home and… all goes blank. I remember nothing. Next thing I remember is that I’m on my knees at alley near my home and next to me is a body of a dead bum. I’m looking at my blood soaked hands. Then I see someone at the distance. I ran away. I ran at my home. And here I am; lying on the floor trying to reason this all.
But how long I’ve been lying here? I rise up and check the time from my cell phone. 2am. It seems that I lied there for a while. But who did I see? And who saw me? Yes, someone saw me running away. But it was too dark for him or her to recognize me. Yes, I couldn’t even tell was that person boy or girl. I should be safe. Or am I? I can’t stop thinking about it. What if I was recognized? What if police is already coming here? I need to calm down. I make some coffee because I know that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. That bum. He looked familiar. I know I’ve seen him somewhere before. I’ve seen him… I drop sausages, which I just took from the fridge, on the floor. I remember. I saw that bum earlier that night when I was with my girl. He kept bugging us and asked money to buy some booze. He continued doing it until I told him to fuck off. So, I met him on my way home? He got offended earlier and attacked me because of that and I accidentally killed him? Sounds far-fetched. He’s a bum after all, so he’s got to be used for that. So, did I just attack him because he kept bugging me and my girlfriend? No, it can’t be. I’m normally very calm and I wouldn’t harm another, unless it’s a self defence. And if I killed him, how did I do it? With bare hands? I’m not physically very big or strong and I didn’t have knife with me. This doesn’t make any sense. Should I call my girlfriend? No, it’s a bad idea. I pour a cup of coffee and sit at the table. I start drinking it and I awake for a noise that’s coming from staircase. It was a street door. Then I start hearing steps. Is it a police? Should I run away via balcony? Not an option; this is a fifth floor. And there’s no an elevator either, so stairs is the only way out. The steps keep closing in. So the person I saw, recognized me after all. The steps are coming now from third floor. There are two; no three people at the staircase. It’s a police. I’m sure of it. Steps are coming from the fourth floor. Should I pretend that I’m not home? They can come in anyway. This is it; they are at the fifth floor… Huh? They continued to the sixth floor? Now they went to someone’s apartment. Thank God, it wasn’t a police after all. Someone just returned home and brought some friends with him/her. I couldn’t care less about a noisy party right now. But why can’t I remember what happened between the time I left from my girlfriend’s house and I found myself at the alley? It’s all blur. Nothing comes into my mind. Nothing. I sit on my bed and drop my head down. Then all goes black. Then I awake. I’m lying on my bed. Was it all just a dream? But it felt so real. Once again I check time from my cell phone. It’s 10.45. I promised to meet my friends at the town 11.30. I get up and get dressed. Funny, I don’t remember taking my clothes off. Then I noticed my coffee mug on the table. When I examine it, I notice some cold coffee in it. For a moment, I try to reason it but then I leave. Sun is already high up and there are no clouds at the sky. I put my sunglasses on and start walking. It seems that a beautiful day is coming. EDIT: Quote:
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05-10-2008
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A little girl named Susie lives across the street. Her father is down at Iraq. No one know how Scott is doing, but that one day. That one day, a 35 year-old man knocks on Susie's door. The mother says, "What do you want?" The man gave them a piece of paper and walked away. She reads the paper and falls to her knees and cries. "What's wrong mommy," said Susie. The mom did not say a word. She took little Susie to her room and tucked her in good and tight. She snuggled in her blankets, as she fell asleep, as her mom closed the door. Susie wakes up one morning and says, "Mom." Susie looks everywhere for he mom. Susie goes down stairs. She finds here mom, hanging from a ceiling. Susie shakes her mom, "Wake Up Mommy! Wake Up!" Mommy never woke up. Susie waited and waited until her mom woke up. She still never opened woke up. Mailman knocks on the door. Susie goes upstairs, and opens the door for the mailman. "Where's your mom," said the mailman. "She is sleeping," said Susie.
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