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Captain Rayana wrote: "This is a scene I typed up a few days ago that I'm going to add to Forever when I edit...just some fluffy romance:Zane sat on top of the jungle gym at the community park, the rain pouring dow..."
AWWWW!
I'm going to post a part from teh sequel of Forever, which I named After:My feet pounded on the concrete, sweat breaking on my forehead and dripping down my face. My breathing was labored, but I was used to this. I was sure this was more intense, though, because my heart never hammered this hard before. Footsteps sounded behind me and I clenched my eyes closed briefly, before quickening my pace even more.
“Come on, Zane! Move those legs!” a voice called behind me and I gulped. My mouth went dry and I felt my legs become weak. Not now, please, I begged my body, straining myself to move faster. I was close, so close. After a minute that seemed endless, I collapsed to the ground, my knees grazing the concrete with full force. I winced and rolled onto my back. I stared up at the sky, feeling tiny beads of blood on my knees.
“I knew I should’ve dated a stronger guy,” the voice said again and I saw Max looming over me, laughing hysterically.
From Sparx. I finally reached 100k with it last night!
There he went again. John Camara was big on the whole “be yourself” thing. Over the years he had adopted it as his motto. That and a million others. The aging man had seen many events in his life, and he obviously knew what he was talking about, but Jamie just had a hard time believing his words. She almost felt like he was somehow . . . lying to her about something. But she just couldn’t point her finger on what.
She nodded, while watching Keisha attack a dragonfly on the front lawn. “Be yourself. But what does that mean dad? You say it all the time, but I don’t think I know what it means.” Jamie stood up from the porch swing, making her father swing back and forth from the force of rising. She leaned on the railing, while crossing her arms.
John sighed, while trying to find the right words. “It means that you need to dig deep down inside of you, and find out who you are.”
She raised her eyes waiting for more, but he didn’t continue on. “How do I do that?” Another breeze blew through the trees, making the leaves shake sending a mesmerizing sound through their ears.
“You escape the shell that you have. You sign up for many different classes at school, and try different things that you don’t think you’d ever do.” He crossed his legs, and leaned left arm along the back of the swing. “Do whatever you can to discover who you are.”
There he went again. John Camara was big on the whole “be yourself” thing. Over the years he had adopted it as his motto. That and a million others. The aging man had seen many events in his life, and he obviously knew what he was talking about, but Jamie just had a hard time believing his words. She almost felt like he was somehow . . . lying to her about something. But she just couldn’t point her finger on what.
She nodded, while watching Keisha attack a dragonfly on the front lawn. “Be yourself. But what does that mean dad? You say it all the time, but I don’t think I know what it means.” Jamie stood up from the porch swing, making her father swing back and forth from the force of rising. She leaned on the railing, while crossing her arms.
John sighed, while trying to find the right words. “It means that you need to dig deep down inside of you, and find out who you are.”
She raised her eyes waiting for more, but he didn’t continue on. “How do I do that?” Another breeze blew through the trees, making the leaves shake sending a mesmerizing sound through their ears.
“You escape the shell that you have. You sign up for many different classes at school, and try different things that you don’t think you’d ever do.” He crossed his legs, and leaned left arm along the back of the swing. “Do whatever you can to discover who you are.”
I glance at the clutter on my desk. Receipts, earrings, pens, magazines. My yearbook and a stuffed orca. Colored pencils and a mini stapler. Two pencil boxes, a tiny calculator. Post-its. The mess bugs me, but cleaning it will take forever. So I can't bring myself to do it. I've been defeated my own messiness.
If only great power condescends upon the chosen, then shall the curse be broken.
Something from Jump (aka the sequel to Edge)!!I was still standing there, as if I had forgotten was happening. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I could feel the blood pumping from my shoulder and leaking out from between my fingers.
I could only think: What had I just done?
It was like I had totally lost track of who I was, for a few terrifying seconds. I had only felt an insensitive rage. I hadn’t hurt Garrett because it was the right thing to do, at that moment. I had done it because … because I could, because it was why I had been created. To destroy. To crush humanity.
“It’s so easy to hurt people.”
I could almost hear my own voice, admitting the truth to Evin – what felt like a century ago.
“Sometimes, it feels like restraining myself is harder.”
My stomach turned over, and the world seemed to tilt in my vision. I closed my eyes, but the dizziness remained. The memory wouldn’t go away.
“But I don’t want to give in to it. I don’t want to be a monster.”
But then, I thought, what does that make me now?
My feet pounded on the concrete, sweat breaking on my forehead and dripping down my face. My breathing was labored, but I was used to this. I was sure this was more intense, though, because my heart never hammered this hard before. Footsteps sounded behind me and I clenched my eyes closed briefly, before quickening my pace even more.“Come on, Zane! Move those legs!” a voice called behind me and I gulped. My mouth went dry and I felt my legs become weak. Not now, please, I begged my body, straining myself to move faster. I was close, so close. After a minute that seemed endless, I collapsed to the ground, my knees grazing the concrete with full force. I winced and rolled onto my back. I stared up at the sky, feeling tiny beads of blood on my knees.
“I knew I should’ve dated a stronger guy,” the voice said again and I saw Max looming over me, laughing hysterically.
(That was a part in the sequel of my finished story, Forever.)
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "mmkay something cutesy-wutesy from Injection XD lolI cleared my throat. “So,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What else is there to talk about?”
He glanced around at the Perfects seated at th..."
Lol! I love that part.
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "Here's something from Shades!!Just as I turned the corner, I saw Lindsay. She was standing on the stairs, about halfway down, and gripping the railing so hard that – if she had tried – she prob..."
Awesomeness! XD
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "Something from Jump (aka the sequel to Edge)!!I was still standing there, as if I had forgotten was happening. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I could feel the blood pumping from my sho..."
AMAZINGNESS XD
Captain Rayana wrote: "My feet pounded on the concrete, sweat breaking on my forehead and dripping down my face. My breathing was labored, but I was used to this. I was sure this was more intense, though, because my hear..."OMG!! You started writing the sequel??? How come you haven't been posting it on GR????
Here's a small excerpt I wrote for my nano 09 novel, 300. ((That's ALL I wrote of it, I swear!!))Roberto froze as he heard it: two pairs of footsteps, hurrying down the hallway, coming towards their hiding place. Crap, Roberto thought, his mind on the edge of panic. This is bad. The agents had followed them all the way to the safe zone.
“Quick!” he hissed at Aida, who was standing there, stock-still with shock. “Get down!” When she didn't respond, Roberto pulled her under the table in the far corner of the room. Barely a moment later, the door was thrown open, and two men clad in black burst into the room, pointing their identical guns everywhere wildly.
Roberto didn't know these two men; they must have been new. He took a deep breath, then leaped out from under the table and pointed his own gun at the men. The usual queasiness and apprehension that always came whenever he had to kill someone arose inside of him, rolling his stomach with nausea.
Come on, Roberto snapped at himself with irritation. Stop being so weak. You need to do this; they'll kill you and Aida if you don't.
Aida. Her name was enough motive to get the job done. Roberto swallowed his fear, pushed away his cowardly feeling, and shot the two men. He cringed away, unable to see the blood spilling from their wounds as they collapsed to the ground. His moments of hesitation had been bad enough; he didn't want to throw up right here, too, like he had done so many times before at the sight of blood. Especially not in front of the girl. He didn't want her to think he was a coward, even though he was.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his ankle, and then he was falling to the floor. Something cold trickled down his scalp – blood, from where his head had hit the wall.
The next moment, something cool and hard was on his forehead. Aida had grabbed his gun from where he'd dropped it, and was pressing it to his head. The reason for his fall was clear now; she must have twisted his ankle from where she had crouched under the table.
Her face was close to his. The strange thing was, Roberto's mind was more focused on how beautiful her dark eyes were than on the rage and hatred flashing across her expression.
Despite the fact that Aida could possibly be about to kill him, Roberto chuckled. “I freaking rescue you from that madhouse and this is how you repay me?”
She pushed the gun harder into Roberto's skin. “I don't believe your good guy crap.” Her face tightened as she spat the cold words into his face.
“Oh, come on.” Roberto rolled his eyes. “Why would I help you escape and kill my own men if I was on their side?”
Sella wrote: "Captain Rayana wrote: "My feet pounded on the concrete, sweat breaking on my forehead and dripping down my face. My breathing was labored, but I was used to this. I was sure this was more intense, ..."`Cause I didn't finish the first chapter and I pry won't post it until I have the first few done..
Sella wrote: "Here's a small excerpt I wrote for my nano 09 novel, 300. ((That's ALL I wrote of it, I swear!!))Roberto froze as he heard it: two pairs of footsteps, hurrying down the hallway, coming towards t..."
Gah! I love this! Very intense!
I'm participating in NaNo this year, and I can't wait ^^
Captain Rayana wrote: "Sella wrote: "Captain Rayana wrote: "My feet pounded on the concrete, sweat breaking on my forehead and dripping down my face. My breathing was labored, but I was used to this. I was sure this was ..."Aaah I see :)
Captain Rayana wrote: "Sella wrote: "Here's a small excerpt I wrote for my nano 09 novel, 300. ((That's ALL I wrote of it, I swear!!))Roberto froze as he heard it: two pairs of footsteps, hurrying down the hallway,..."
Ooh awesome!! What's your username?
I still don't have a username since I didn't create my account yet...I'll make it soon, though.
Whoa, Nano's in like 2 months isn't it? man, I need to come up with an idea.
Captain Rayana wrote: "I still don't have a username since I didn't create my account yet...I'll make it soon, though."Tell me when you do :)
Annie wrote: "Whoa, Nano's in like 2 months isn't it? man, I need to come up with an idea."Lol lucky you! I came up with my idea a month or two ago, and now I can't STAND not writing it!! haha.
http://rayana188.deviantart.com/art/5...
^ there's the link if ya want it :p