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Feb 06, 2009 09:38AM
*giggles* ^^ cute.
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:D Love and insanity is a beautiful combination. ;P
I remember him only as a friend in playgroup. Two little 3 year old's just enjoying every little bit in life. But as we grew older, things began to change. I saw something in him that I'd never noticed before.
It maybe have been the way he talked, or the way his eyes glowed when he spoke of things . . . I can't hardly remember.
But as the two of us progressed in life, growing older as school subjects became more descreit(sp?), and how he came to be on the high end of the popularity circle in school. While I waited in the shadows as a girl with high hopes and dreams, waiting for the day to come when I would be recognized.
One day, not so very long ago, I heard tale of a great tradgedy. A high school senior, with many dreams in life had a seizure, and crashed his car into a neighboring home.
He was hospitalized, the word spreading throughout the High School, and Jr. High, of how a great person was going through great trials.
To my discovery, that boy I had befriended long ago, was his older brother. His older brother was the one that was having the health problems.
The entire city seemed to be doing their best to help heal the family's hurt.
But nothing could change that when he died.
That boy I had once remembered as a cheerful soul, I noticed a wave of depression escape across his eyes. He kept to himself during that week. It was strange to know, that a friend that I once had had let death grasp hold of him.
I sat with my father near the back ends of the funeral. I noticed as I glanced around at the people entering the building, that half the high school and Jr. High was there. Along with family and friends of them.
A city united because of one Senior.
I wanted to comfort the friend that I had once had when I was but the age of three, but he had friends. I couldn't comfort him. I was just a shadow to him, a nobody that couldn't bring back the past.
I felt bad that his older brother had died because of another fatal seizure, but what could I do to comfort him?
I was just a forgotten friend in his life. Yet I was always there, always around him. But sometimes, popularity seems to rule our lives.
I wish popularity had never existed.
-Based on a true Story
It maybe have been the way he talked, or the way his eyes glowed when he spoke of things . . . I can't hardly remember.
But as the two of us progressed in life, growing older as school subjects became more descreit(sp?), and how he came to be on the high end of the popularity circle in school. While I waited in the shadows as a girl with high hopes and dreams, waiting for the day to come when I would be recognized.
One day, not so very long ago, I heard tale of a great tradgedy. A high school senior, with many dreams in life had a seizure, and crashed his car into a neighboring home.
He was hospitalized, the word spreading throughout the High School, and Jr. High, of how a great person was going through great trials.
To my discovery, that boy I had befriended long ago, was his older brother. His older brother was the one that was having the health problems.
The entire city seemed to be doing their best to help heal the family's hurt.
But nothing could change that when he died.
That boy I had once remembered as a cheerful soul, I noticed a wave of depression escape across his eyes. He kept to himself during that week. It was strange to know, that a friend that I once had had let death grasp hold of him.
I sat with my father near the back ends of the funeral. I noticed as I glanced around at the people entering the building, that half the high school and Jr. High was there. Along with family and friends of them.
A city united because of one Senior.
I wanted to comfort the friend that I had once had when I was but the age of three, but he had friends. I couldn't comfort him. I was just a shadow to him, a nobody that couldn't bring back the past.
I felt bad that his older brother had died because of another fatal seizure, but what could I do to comfort him?
I was just a forgotten friend in his life. Yet I was always there, always around him. But sometimes, popularity seems to rule our lives.
I wish popularity had never existed.
-Based on a true Story
Ashlyn ((Cali)) wrote: "I remember him only as a friend in playgroup. Two little 3 year old's just enjoying every little bit in life. But as we grew older, things began to change. I saw something in him that I'd never not..."That was beautiful, Cali, and sad. I'm sorry.
Riley wrote: ":D Love and insanity is a beautiful combination. ;P"
That's for sure... so much fun to write those scenes! How are Zane and Max? *nudges Ray* Maybe a new chappie?
If you stopped breathing, you died, right? Then how was I still living? Because he, this nameless boy, he took my breath away. I had never seen him before, and yet it felt like being away from him would kill me. I suppose this was the meaning of true love, but it wasn't as gushy as it is in movies. Underneath the love, I hurt. It was almost like I knew he wasn't meant for me, yet I would always, always want him, and him alone.
Thanks... feeling a bit depressed today. :/
Me too . . . man. I miss my old neighborhood. *sigh*
Sorry. I just wish Nick would realize that I exist...
lolz, yeah. I wish Keegan would like me back . . .
:D The crush chronicles. I would buy that book. :D
Paige aka Tink wrote: "Ashlyn ((Cali)) wrote: "I remember him only as a friend in playgroup. Two little 3 year old's just enjoying every little bit in life. But as we grew older, things began to change. I saw something i..."Hehe, I am currently working on Chapter Six...but this is going to take me a while because idk how to write their confrontation >.<
Riley wrote: ":D The crush chronicles. I would buy that book. :D"*sighs* Me too....
Rayana (Spits a venom dream, wrote: "Paige aka Tink wrote: "Ashlyn ((Cali)) wrote: "I remember him only as a friend in playgroup. Two little 3 year old's just enjoying every little bit in life. But as we grew older, things began to ch..."COME ON RAY!
I like seeing people suffer. That's why I write. :/ ironic humor.
Thalia fingered her belt loop carefully."What the heck are you doing?! We're behind schedule!" Her boss shouted at her.
The Muse just looked at her boss boredly.
"I'm the muse of comedy. But right now there's not much to laugh at." She said, her once melodic voice gravelly.
"I know, that's why we need you more than ever!"
"Why don't you just go talk with Melpomene. She can deal with tragedy." Thalia replied, standing now.
Apollo's face softened.
"Listen, I know you like that Robert Graves-"
"Don't you dare say his name in front of me! My sisters, they get all the attention. Just let the world wallow in sobriety and solemness! Rob will sing my praises soon enough!" She shouted, disappearing in a huff.
:D I was inspired by one of Paige's first sentences.
She’d always been a little crazy.Right from the beginning, she knew she was different. The tall girl had frequently warned people of her insanity; and would laugh when people ignored her seemingly humorous admonition. She would act out of normal character and would claim innocently that one of the many voices in her head just wanted to say hi.
None of it was true, of course, at least not completely. She had total control over her and her frequent lapses in consistent personality. Crazy was all an act, for the most part.
i absolutely hate stereotypes. i mean, who pays attention to those things? who gives a flying banana? who cares 'what they are?' who wants to be labeled? who wants to be put under limitations based on these standards?
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Veronica, Bigfoot makes an excellent character
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I inhaled a deep breath then let it slowly out, attempting to calm myself. Everything will be all right, I thought to myself, even though it wouldn't be. How could everything be all right? My only friend was moving to Japan in less than two months, and she had only just told me.
If you were sick, someone took care of you. So who would take care of me now that she was gone? Because I was sick at heart, so heartsick. Did that qualify as "sick"? I thought so. The very worst kind of sickness- the fatal kind.
What is it about numbers that people don't like? Why do they groan when they hear the words math and fraction? What is it about Pythagorean theorem that makes them gag? I mean, what about numbers is there to dislike? They are very dependable. Two plus two will always equal four. Alternate interior angles will always be equal. Numbers never change, unlike many other aspects of our lives. Why do most people hate them so? English is far from concrete. There are so many exceptions to verbs. They just added funner to the dictionary. Science is always changing. There are new discoveries being made everyday. But numbers, they stay the same. I don't understand how people can hate them.
I agree with that statement, Lai!Although I do sometimes wish that I didn't have to solve complicated math equations...
Yep, I just don't understand it. I guess its usually the more complicated the more fun (or I guess I could say funner now...) for me. =)
Why is the crazy airport lady screaming at me? I wondered. All around me chaos broke out; people screaming, babies crying, men swearing. Gee whiz! Couldn't they keep it down a bit? I was trying to concentrate, and unless I was mistaken, my mission was priority over a missed flight or whatever it was that was cause them to go into a frenzy. All of the sudden I was slammed into the floor, my nose broken from trying to go through the hard concrete. Oh, I understand now. The huge guard, who was pancaking me, was yelling something in my ear, gruffly wenching my arms behind my back. Dang it. When I had reached into my pocket a few seconds back to get my cell phone, my gun must have become visible to that airport lady who had raised an alarm, causing passengers to run in panic and a fat security guard to jump on me. Just great. I had heard that misunderstanding could foul love, but I had never heard that it could aid in the bombing of the San Fransisco airport or at least letting the bomber walk free. Yep, that's what was going to happen if I didn't get free fast, a massive bomb blowing the entire airport. We were all going to be dust and ashes in a few minutes - my ashes piled under those of the elephant guard. Nope, this was differently the first.((I used #191 first sentence posted by Tink. Thanks Tink!))
She looked up, swearing that she had just seen something pass by her door out of the corner of her eye. For a second, the air quality in the hall had changed, rippling like a full skirt dragging across the floor. Then the feeling was gone. Strange, she thought, then went back to tapping away on her laptop. She never was one to give more than a fleeting thought to the ghosts in her apartment.
Elaine said: ((I used #191 first sentence posted by Tink. Thanks Tink!)) Glad you could use it... I actually got that idea because my dad flipped on the news and there was this lady who got arrested by the police for having a hysterical breakdown in the airport.
To Message 86: LOVE IT! Wow, stellar. Is there more?????
I didn't want to go to LegoLand. I wanted to stay home and write. But who cared about that? No one else but me, and my vote meant so little. I was sure that in just a few minutes, I would be forced into the car. Because Mom would want SOMEONE else to help her watch the kids, and since Dad was at work, that left... ME.
I stood up as solemnly as I could manage, and quietly walked outside towards the balcony, using the excuse of wanting some fresh air. When I finally reached it, the sun was melting in the horizon, but offering it's last rays of golden beauty for the rest of the world to bask in before finally vanishing. I sighed at the breathtaking display, wishing I could appreciate it without being disturbed by these awful feelings and thoughts of confusion. I peeked behind me to see if he had followed me... And of course, my expectations weren't in vain. He had plodded silently behind me and was looking at me with a bashful look that indicated he wanted to hear my response now. I turned around to face him as the wind picked up and started playing with my hair,tugging at his gray coat as he carefully got closer. "So... will you?" he asked once again, a tinge of urgency blending in his hopeful expression.What do you think I should do?
Paige aka Tink wrote: "Elaine said: ((I used #191 first sentence posted by Tink. Thanks Tink!)) Glad you could use it... I actually got that idea because my dad flipped on the news and there was this lady who got arres..."
LOL! I saw that too! =)
"Leave class and come to the water fountain?" I asked quietly and the black-haired boy nodded."Of course." he murmured and we went off on our seperate ways as the bell rang. A few minutes into class, I asked if I could go to the water fountain and the teacher nodded. I stood up and headed to it, hoping that the boy would be there too. I waited patiently, then smiled when I saw him walk to me from the staircase.
"Hey." I murmured and he nodded a greeting to me. The faintest memory of us kissing appeared in my mind, and I had the slightest idea that he was my boyfriend, but I wanted to kiss him again; one more time. But everyone was watching, teachers and students alike. The students smiled and conversed amongst themselves, while the teachers gave me a look that said, 'You better not'. We couldn't go anywhere privatley, so we just headed back to class.
I remember waiting in homeroom for him, seeing the rest of his class already leave. I sighed sadly. He wouldn't come. Just as my last traces of hope blew away, he came and smiled at me. I grinned back and gave him a hug. He held up his hand for a handshake, and I started, but then he told me that it needed to be a different one.
"Show me after shool? You know, by the bus stop?" I asked and he grinned.
"Sure thing." he said and headed over to homeroom.
I woke up from my dream seconds later, but kept my eyes closed, trying to keep that perfect face in my mind. To my distress, that face began to blur until I could only see his long, dark hair, and small features of his face.
((that's a recollection of my dream and this morning, hehehe ^^;))
Lost in the rush of excitement, I forgot all about my worries. He was coming back, just as he'd promised to me years ago. As I glanced around the empty street where I was supposed to meet him, I sighed. His handsome face back in my hands, his eyes shining down to look at me... His arm around my shoulders, our lips gently meeting to an everlasting greeting kiss... To think that we had been apart for years, and this reunion would make it feel like no time had passed at all. At least, I hoped. Again, I looked back to where the cars hurried by, busy people about on their way home. Already dark and late, nobody would want to be out alone. But, as I was only thinking about him, I wasn't reasoning or using logic about the dangers of night at New York, there I stood, thinking about my lover.
not my best work, and a few errors that I have to fix.
Aaron stared at his reflection in the mirror, his jaw clenched and hands balled up into fists. Then, without warning, he grabbed his gun from its holster, pointed it at the mirror, and fired. The mirror shattered with a loud noise, and jagged pieces of it flew everywhere. A man who had been standing behind the mirror was lying sprawled on the floor, hand clutched to his chest, blood seeping through his fingers. Aaron stepped through the broken mirror and stood over the man. The bleeding man looked up at him with a wicked grin, his teeth spotted with the blood he had just coughed up.“Breaking a mirror; seven years of bad luck.” he rasped, his eyes glinting with malice. Aaron growled quietly.
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear your nonsense!” he spat and brought the gun to the man’s head, and fired. Blood spurted everywhere and the man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Aaron placed the gun back in his holster, slightly satisfied. He then turned on his heel and ran out of the accursed room. He passed under a ladder and a black cat hissed at him as he almost stepped on it. Tiny shakers of salt spilled as he kicked them under his feet and more mirrors shattered when he passed them. The whole time, the other man’s voice rang in Aaron’s head:
Seven years bad luck . . . fourteen . . . twenty-one . . .
He tried to rid the voice from his head, but it just kept getting louder and louder. Blood oozed from the cracks of the walls and underneath doors, splashing up and staining his pants and shoes as he stepped in it. He missed his footing and fell, blood splashing all over his face and the walls. He quickly scrambled up and kept running.
Where was the end of this house?!
((something I came up with in class ^^))
It's really good!The moth was a fighter. The little girl felt tears come to her eyes as the poor thing tried to fly again. She tried to pick it up, help it fly. It just fell down again. This time it didn't get back up. The tears flowed freely now, cleaning her dirt caked face. A man passed by, not realizing what she was crying for. It was her first taste of the real world. Things die. And most people passing by don't care.
It's awesome! Tell me mooooooorrrrrrrreeee!
Haha, I didn't write more yet, but I might... ^^Write more of yours! :D
Ooh, I'll try.Later in life, she didn't stop to look at a moth. She didn't even stop when she heard the news blare out how many deaths in the most recent war. Her husband didn't notice either. And she told her own child to stop crying when a butterfly died on their lawn.
A mole died today. A baby mole. And there was nothing I could do to save it. I know, I know, that sounds so terrible. But it was true. I did my best to give it shade! It's twin managed to dig a hole back to Mama, but this one little mole just didn't make it.And I really wanted to cry.
(True story)
