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huh, i've never posted anything in this topic .... so here's something from Reborn :)“You’ve made a horrible choice,” I said quietly. “Why would you do this, Clio? Why would you betray us?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is that it, then? You think that I’ve betrayed you?” She shook her head. “Kami, you’re seeing this the wrong way. I’m not the traitor at all. You are.”
“Me?” I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t the one who killed our brother, was I?” My voice broke on these words, my vision blurring with tears.
Clio, to my disgust, grinned. “Is that what this is about?”
“You killed your own brother, Clio,” I said quietly. “Tell me why you would do that.”
She sighed, exasperated. “Things are different, now,” she said. “You wouldn’t understand. You wouldn’t even try to understand.”
Whoa! That is good Brigid! Everyone is writing so well, and now I'm afraid to post everything. I'll post an alliteration I did for school:Karate kicking koalas kidnap kind kingdom kitchen keepers.
We're doing this whole poetry unit in language arts.
kk here's something from Shades ...“Caleb, where are you?”
“Me?” I said. “What about you and Dad? Where are you?”
There was no response from the end of the line.
“Mom? Are you still there?”
Another moment of silence. Then my mom spoke. She sounded scared, and I noticed that her voice was hoarse, like she had been crying. “Caleb … I need to know where you are. You’re calling from your cell, right? Please tell me you’re calling from your cell.”
A prickling feeling crawled up my spine. “No,” I said, hesitantly. “I’m calling from the home phone. Why?”
Pause.
“You mean, you’re at home?”
“Yeah …” Now I was sitting up straight, looking around in sudden paranoia. “Mom, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“Caleb, listen to me.” Her voice had gone thin, desperate. “Get out of the house. Now.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “Why?”
“Get out of the house, Caleb!”
There was a crash from the next room, and then a bloodcurdling, non-human screech. I looked up, alarmed, almost dropping the phone. “What the … ?” Then, it hit me, and I froze. “Oh, my God.”
i suppose you will have to read it and find out ;)
you put it up and i didnt know about it? wth?
yeah ... i put a bunch up a while ago. lol
gasp omg youre kidding! *goes off to read*
Here's a part of a story I'm kinda working on, but don't have much of:Slade clicked his handheld off and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans. He crouched down and curled his fingers around the edge of his S.H.I.P, swerving in and around the treetops of the city park. The cold night air chilled him to the bone, and a shiver rippled down his spine. He squinted at the breeze that rolled past, gripping the metallic edge slightly tighter. His shoulder skimmed against a stray branch, scratching the surface of his shirt and creating a small tear. Slade’s eyes flickered to it, before locking straight ahead at the horizon.
He groaned quietly as he heard the familiar beep of androids. He glanced over his shoulder to find two androids gaining slowly on him. Slade sighed with relief, seeing that they were the older versions. He dipped to the ground, slowly gaining speed. The androids, of course, followed closely behind. As soon as Slade was about to hit the ground, he swerved up so that he was parallel to the ground. The androids, not being all too smart, crashed into the ground with an ear-splitting screech.
Slade grinned to himself as he spun around and watched the bits and pieces of metal melt in the heat of the blaze. He watched it for a few more moments, before turning back around and gliding back towards his destination. He heard a quiet beeping, but not one of an android. He turned on his earpiece.
“Slade here.” He said softly
“Hey, Slade, are you coming back soon? I got some important info you need to know.”
Annie Mae ~Cali~ wrote: "I could say that, of the four parts yes . . . Here's the rest of the chapter I wrote if you want to read it.Jamie awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. She brushed her hair out of h..."
That's SO awesome!! I want to read more!! Is that a new story?
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "i suppose you will have to read it and find out ;)"Where's the rest? I need to find out what happens!!!
Sella wrote: That's SO awesome!! I want to read more!! Is that a new story?
Well, sort of. I guess I could put that section up. It's supposed to be a sequal . . . but really you can read the sequal and understand what's going on! :D
Well, sort of. I guess I could put that section up. It's supposed to be a sequal . . . but really you can read the sequal and understand what's going on! :D
♦Rayana♦ wrote: "Here's a part of a story I'm kinda working on, but don't have much of:Slade clicked his handheld off and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans. He crouched down and curled his fingers around ..."
I love it! More! More! Everyone writes so well! I think I should probably write a paragraph before I'm considered spam...
I need to read the rest of shades Brigid . . . :D
Anuhea wrote: "♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "i suppose you will have to read it and find out ;)"Where's the rest? I need to find out what happens!!!"
okay i'm not even close to being finished with the story yet, but here's a link to what i have so far:
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1...
why thank u!! :D i'm a little stuck on it though ... >.< or i'm just too sidetracked by other stories to try and come up with ideas for it. *sigh*
lol I feel your pain. Script Frenzy's in the way of everything.
For those who want to read part of my story called Sparx, I have it posted.
I think I'll put an excerpt of Fyre up soon too, so that part of it might make sense. :D
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
I think I'll put an excerpt of Fyre up soon too, so that part of it might make sense. :D
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
This is the Fyre excerpts for those who want to read this too!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
I stood on the balcony, the breze ran through my hair. I didn't care anymore. I belted out the words to my song, the song that described my life so perfectly. I could hear dogs barking in the dark of the night. I could see the burning stars, far away, the same place I wanted to be. I stopped singing in mid-word. I gripped the railing of the balcony, I felt it cut into my skin. I was up, high up. I let my thoughts slide away, and grabbed harder. All of the sudden the thought rushed back in. I had no solution. the dogs wailed, and I pushed my body over. Throwing myself forward. I tried to look of at the far away stars as I fell. I didfn't scream, I just dropped. I bet you want to know why I pushed myself so far. Let me tell you....
I'm going to write a paragraph, so I can reach my goal for today... *thinks*Alice looked left and right, dread filling her very soul. The air was still, a dramatic change to the vibrant feel of the caterpillar forest she had left behind. She bit her cherry-red lip, her eyes widening fractionally as she heard a twig snap. She whirled around, her eyes darting back and forth for the source of the sound.
A low chuckle sounded from the treetops and Alice looked up. A tall boy was perched on the tree branch, his long legs swinging in the air. He looked at her with dancing eyes, but they were strange. His corneas appeared to be yellow, contrasting greatly against his black irises that melted in with his pupils. The corner of his lip twitched up into a wide and wicked grin.
"Who...who are you?" Alice asked, panic evident in her tone.
"Me? Why, my dear, you can call me Chester," he said in a mysterious voice. He leaped from the tree and landed softly in front of Alice, towering over her and regarding her with sharp eyes.
"Chester? Odd name.." she said, her lips pursing.
He raised a match stick-thin eyebrow, "Odd, you say? Alice isn't a quite common name in these parts either..."
((guess the story ^^))
Annie Mae ~Cali~ wrote: "For those who want to read part of my story called Sparx, I have it posted. I think I'll put an excerpt of Fyre up soon too, so that part of it might make sense. :D
http://www.goodreads.com/..."
Wow thanks Cali! Those were amazing! Are you going to add more? PLEEASEE? :D
♦Rayana♦ wrote: "I'm going to write a paragraph, so I can reach my goal for today... *thinks*Alice looked left and right, dread filling her very soul. The air was still, a dramatic change to the vibrant feel of..."
Omg that's so cool! I think you should continue it, it would be an amazing spoof of Alice in Wonderland! :D
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "why thank u!! :D i'm a little stuck on it though ... >.< or i'm just too sidetracked by other stories to try and come up with ideas for it. *sigh*"Aww that sucks Brigid...oh well. I bet when you're finished with everything else you have to write, you'll get inspiration for Shades. :D
Hmm...I feel like posting something here from one of my stories...okay, this is from my novel Hunted:Apologizing was all I could do- but of course it did nothing to help. And it didn't mean anything. Those words were empty, meaningless. I could have not said anything for all the difference it made.
Andrew's chest heaved, and then his body stopped twitching with pain. He fixed a beady green eye on me one last time with a penetrating, hate-filled glare. “Traitor,” he rasped at me- the last word that would ever come out of his mouth- and then his eyes flew closed and his body turned utterly still.
Just like that, he was gone.
Gone.
Andrew, my best friend in the entire world, was dead.
And I had killed him.
OMG I nearly cried at that part ><
It was quiet, but I heard him. I heard him say something, "Savannah..."I wanted to answer, but my mouth wouldn't open and let me answer. I just lay on my bed, one hand draped over the edge.
"Savannah," he said, his voice a bit louder, and I could tell that he had entered my room.
I started to make my chest heave up and down more dramtically, to show that I was still alive.
"Are you...breathing?" he asked, sounding surprised and relieved at the same time.
I finally managed to open my mouth and crack open my eyes a fraction of an inch. I couldn't see much of him, only his glasses that flashed as I breathed and a syringe that contained a teal liquid that he held in his right hand.
"Aaron..." I mumbled, my voice barely audible.
"What?" he asked, leaning forward so that he could hear me.
"Aaron," I repeated, my lips moving fractionally as I spoke.
He straightened himself and looked at my quietly.
"Aaron, that's your name; that's not my name," I knew I was mumbling nonsense, but I wanted to show him that I was alive.
I heard him smirk silently as he leaned down again, and I was about to kiss his cheek, but he did something else that prevented me from doing so.
He stabbed the syringe into my throat.
((based on my dream last night))
I love both of them! They're kinda creepy, but I love both of your paragraphs Sella and Rayanna!!!
♦Rayana♦ wrote: "OMG I nearly cried at that part ><"omigossshhhh so did i!!! i had a panic attack. not kidding. >.< lol
kk here's something from my booky-book Soul Stealer – which i really need to edit ... urrrgh ...Drew is crying now. Sobs silently shake through his body. Tears course down his face. It seems that he no longer sees me standing there. He looks past me, at something that I cannot see. Maybe he sees a face, a person. He sees a person that was once special to him, but is gone now. Maybe that person is dead. Or that person betrayed him. Wherever they are, the sight of them brings him pain.
“Shhh,” I whisper, leaning forward. Drew lowers his head onto the table, the way I found him. I gently reach out a hand, touching his shoulder.
Soon, his sobbing stops. A literally deathly silence hangs in the air. I take a step back, looking at his still form, slumped miserably in the chair by the window. His soul is gone now. I don’t know exactly where it has gone. Knowing where the souls go is not a part of my job.
I can only stand there and stare, wondering. I wonder what thought entered Drew’s mind at that last moment, before his life had slipped away. I wonder if he felt any pain.
Some people die slowly, they say, in great agony. Some people die in an instant. The people who die in a single moment are supposedly the lucky ones. Or so it is said. They say that those people who die so quickly feel no pain.
But they do feel pain. No matter what the speed of your death, it is still death, and there is always pain. Even if it only takes a moment for you to die, there is an instant when you feel the horror, the disbelief. You feel your world slipping away. Your life briefly flashes through your mind. In one instant, you realize all the things you could have done, and that all those opportunities are gone. Then, just for one second, there is the terrible agony. But that second seems like an eternity. It is the last thing that you ever feel.
And trust me, it is a horrible feeling.
I should know, because I’ve experienced it.
Sella wrote: "Annie Mae ~Cali~ wrote: "For those who want to read part of my story called Sparx, I have it posted.
I think I'll put an excerpt of Fyre up soon too, so that part of it might make sense. :D
http..."
Yeah, I think so!
I think I'll put an excerpt of Fyre up soon too, so that part of it might make sense. :D
http..."
Yeah, I think so!
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "kk here's something from my booky-book Soul Stealer – which i really need to edit ... urrrgh ...Drew is crying now. Sobs silently shake through his body. Tears course down his face. It seems tha..."
LOVE IT!
The entire house was pitch black. I slowly set down my grocery bags, red marks on the side. My keys rattled on the table. I was alone, the thing I hated being. My steps echoed as I walked through the house. I sighed and walked into the bathroom. Another night or hopelessness, and self-pity, but now there was guilt. The absense of light created terrifying shadows, reflected in the mirror, I stare at the monster I am. I frown and wash the blood from my hands. They have stopped shaking. I look outside of my window at the three kids hovering over the dog. I staighten myself up, and take in a breath. I think of a speech for their parents.
Oh no! Did he kill the puppy?!There was something wrong here. Cecilia could smell it. She gripped her shopping bags tightly and gazed around.
Opening the door, she could hear the sound of a liquid dripping. With a toss to get the hair out of her face, Cecilia walked into the room where her only daughter should be.
Nothing.
