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Rubix cubes drive me insane. When the stickers begin to peel in your hands as you twist and turn the corners aro..."
lol nice XD

“Look, I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, since I could think of nothing else. I even held up my hands, to show I was defenseless. Of course, my hands by themselves were practically weapons to begin with, but she didn’t know that.
Alicia said nothing. Maybe she didn’t believe me.
I let my hands fall to my sides again. “I’m sorry,” I said again, and actually meant it. “I wish I could remember, but I –”
Before I could finish, Alicia reached for her pocket and pulled out her gun again. Impulsively, I flinched. I couldn’t help but feel shocked. Was she really going to kill me?
But then I realized she wasn’t looking at me anymore; she was looking over my shoulder, gaping in horror.
“Maxwell!” the voice said suddenly. At the same time, Alicia shrieked, “Max! Behind you!”
The next second seemed to go by in slow motion. I felt an ominous shiver travel up my spine as I turned around. Angry thoughts rushed through my head: Why hadn’t I been paying attention? I had gotten myself sidetracked, and I hadn’t bothered to think, to sense that someone was coming up behind me. But now I saw the shadow at the opening of the alley, facing me.
I didn’t have time to defend myself. I didn’t have time to leap out of the way. I didn’t even have time to cry out in surprise. The Enemy had already made the first move.
My mind could hardly register what was happening. The quiet zipping sound was a fraction of a second long.
I felt the brief explosion of pain in my abdomen, and then – very suddenly – everything went black.

“Just listen.” There was a lump in my throat. “I've just recently ..."
Omg, that last part kills. It probably hurts to feel that...IS THERE MORE THOUGH??
I just remembered something. Today, I was bored so I randomly put IJKL on the notes I was passing to a friend, and she HAD to make it mean something. It means I Just Kissed Liam. Weird...
Then she teased me.

Yeah, there's more, but only a bit...just that whole scene, that's all I have.
Lol Brigid, there isn't much of the rest, just the beginning and end of that scene. It's waayy in the future of the hunted sequel, lol =D Oh and I loove that part in edge, it's soo intense! XD

“I … um …” I said, trying to think of how I was going to put this. “Well, let’s just say I’m … different.”
“Different,” Evin echoed. “Huh. That doesn’t really help me. Different how?”
I cleared my throat. “I’m not exactly … human.”
She gave a slow nod in response. “I figured.”
I was surprised that she seemed calm about this. “So,” I said carefully. “That doesn’t bother you?”
Evin shrugged. “Oh, it bothers me. A little. It’s just that I already knew.” She paused. “I mean, you’ve been dead for the past year, and now you’re here. That’s not exactly normal. Plus, you can heal miraculously. So, the evidence is all there.”
I absorbed this, and then said, “You mean, you know what I am?”
Her confidence faltered, and she looked away. “I’ve heard … rumors, about ones like you. I didn’t really believe it until now.”
“What have you heard?”
Evin shook her head. “Nothing specific. Just that you’re powerful, that you can do anything, that you can survive anything.” She lifted her eyes again, to meet mine with flickering intensity. “ … And that you’re supposed to destroy the rest of us.”

((sorry! gtg eat dinner!))

Anyway, I'll just write a random paragraph...
I walked into my apartment in a blur. I glanced at the fogged up mirror, but managed to catch a glance of my poorly-done makeup. I blinked slowly, then looked ahead as my feet practically dragged on the carpet as I walked down the hall. The smell of pot became heavier in the air, but I ignored it; I was used to it. I passed by the dining room, and I placed my keys down, sighing softly. Wisps of smoke hung in the air like laundry, wafting from my roommates' bedroom. I sighed and kicked the door, and receiving no reply, walked away. I went to the balcony, narrowing my eyes at the bright light. I leaned against the railing, the metal digging into my palms and stomach. I looked around, silent, then looked down. The road was barren, just a thin strip of asphalt that cut in through the desert that stretched as far as the eye could see. I looked over my shoulder, spat on the ground, then produced a small blade from my pocket. I looked at it quietly, then brought it up to my neck. I then managed to prop my foot on the railing; I brought up the other one as well so that I was balancing on the small piece of railing. I looked up at the sky for a moment, before slashing my throat.
Then I was falling...falling...falling...
Falling into my demise.

He sat in the damp room counting the cracks on the wall, just as he had done for the past three years. He could see a single ray of sunlight where one of the cracks was thicker than the others. It was all the sunlight he ever saw. He looked at the cracks a lot. It was really all he had to do, he might have gone insane if he hadn’t kept his mind on such things. Of course being in captivity for so long, he was no stranger to insanity.

My mom bit her lip. “Caleb...” She swallowed. “Listen. I’m sorry about this... God, I didn’t mean to start crying like that.” Her voice grew slightly quieter, gentler. “I have to tell you something. Something I’ve meant to tell you for a while.” Her voice was quiet, apologetic. It was the same tone of voice she had used a few years ago, when she had been about to tell me that my grandfather had died. Whatever she was about to tell me, she really didn’t want to say it--yet she knew that she had to.
Already, my heart was pounding, anticipating this news... whatever it could be. I realized that I should have seen it before; my mom had been acting a little strangely lately. I had assumed that it was all about the Shades, about the world ending. But now that I thought about it, I remembered the awkward pauses here and there, as if she had been about to say something and never had the chance. It hadn’t occurred to me that it was something else entirely.
She let out a long sigh, and reached out to hold my hand, squeezing it firmly. The seconds ticked by, lengthened by suspense. I waited, a lump in my throat. My mom stared at me firmly, the tears still slipping from her eyes.
At last, she tried to smile, but the expression was bitter and halfhearted. “Caleb,” she said softly. “Honey. I’m pregnant.”
From the Prologue of my new story, The Experiment. (I'm so excited about a new idea!!!)
“Do you hear me? We’re re-starting the experiment.”
No response.
He jabbed at her with his foot. “That means new subjects, new discoveries … new deaths.” He jabbed again. “I’m not kidding.”
The room was silent.
“Respond, darn it! I haven’t worked my way up to the top for nothing. Answer me!” His voice went more high-pitched.
She continued staring at the wall.
“Answer me!”
No response.
The man kicked her in the side, his face twisting into a scowl. He growled and kicked her again, beating hard into her side. He kicked again and again, harder with each blow.
“Answer me!” he yelled again.
This time she turned and looked at him, her eyes gleaming.
He stopped kicking and stared at her, his mouth opening slightly the longer he looked.
She stared into his eyes for a few seconds, and then turned away.
He dropped to the floor, going stiff.
“Starting the experiment again would be a dangerous mistake for you.”
And then the room got eerily silent.
“Do you hear me? We’re re-starting the experiment.”
No response.
He jabbed at her with his foot. “That means new subjects, new discoveries … new deaths.” He jabbed again. “I’m not kidding.”
The room was silent.
“Respond, darn it! I haven’t worked my way up to the top for nothing. Answer me!” His voice went more high-pitched.
She continued staring at the wall.
“Answer me!”
No response.
The man kicked her in the side, his face twisting into a scowl. He growled and kicked her again, beating hard into her side. He kicked again and again, harder with each blow.
“Answer me!” he yelled again.
This time she turned and looked at him, her eyes gleaming.
He stopped kicking and stared at her, his mouth opening slightly the longer he looked.
She stared into his eyes for a few seconds, and then turned away.
He dropped to the floor, going stiff.
“Starting the experiment again would be a dangerous mistake for you.”
And then the room got eerily silent.

You have to admit that Brigid is a good writer. Period.

((I don't know what to put. I just made this up at from the top of my head. It's the thing I posted above.))

I should go read your writing. I haven't read any of your writing.
-I thought I'd read that somewhere before. I thought, well, maybe she posted it in another topic ... thanks for posting that it was from earlier. I wouldn't have figured it out. LOL It's good. :)
-That was a pretty bad pun.... LOL
-If you want to. None of what I have up there is that great, so be warned.
-That was a pretty bad pun.... LOL
-If you want to. None of what I have up there is that great, so be warned.

Anyway, I'll just write a random paragraph...
I walked into my apartment in a blur. I glanced at the fogged up mirror, but..."
Ahh! Creepy! But amazing =D

My mom bit her lip. “Caleb...” She swallowed. “Listen. I’m sorry about this... God, I didn’t mean to start crying like that.” Her voice grew slightly quiet..."
That part was so intense XD You're an amazing writer Brigid!! :D

“Do you hear me? We’re re-starting the experiment.”
No response.
He jabbed at her with his foot. “That mea..."
I LOVED THAT!! SO AMAZING!! XD

The water pounded into my hair, rinsing the dirt out of the wet locks smoothly, easily – yet it couldn't divulge deeper, past my scalp, and wash away the stress and worry swirling around in my mind.
I slid the razor slowly up my leg, trying to keep my hands steady. I was thinking – fretting – about Liam. My best friend was in love with a monster, and the subject wouldn't stop bothering me.
My blood boiled with anger as I thought of the girl he liked. I hated her so much. She was the world's biggest, selfish female dog. All she ever cared about was herself, and she made an effort to knock other people down when she set out to get her way. I hated everything about her – the way she talked, her snobby, obnoxious voice, the way she was so manipulative to get what she wanted, how bitchy she was. Sometimes I just wanted to grab one of those older kids' swords and shove it up her a-hole.
A jab of pain pierced my thigh, and I swore. Shoot. I'd cut myself. I sucked in a breath as a tiny trickle of blood ran down my leg, the water sharp against the opening, stinging. I pressed a finger to it firmly, then continued my train of thought as I shaved much more carefully now.
The thing was, to all the guys, Cece acted like the sweetest little angel in all of heaven – especially to Liam. She always pretended to be super nice to him, all kind and caring and compassionate, with her little fake honey voice that I couldn't stand. She pretended to be someone she was not around my best friend, someone great and funny and interesting and nice – all of which she wasn't. That was why Liam had such a huge crush on her.
My brow wrinkled with distress. I was so afraid for Liam. He was going to get hurt so badly when he found out how Cece really was. She was going to break his heart soon. Cece was encouraging and leading Liam on because she loved the attention she was getting from him, but she really didn't give a hoot. She didn't like him, not in the way he liked her. She was only getting his hopes up to eventually crush them when she got bored.
And when she did, Liam would be in pieces.

“Do you hear me? We’re re-starting the experiment.”
No response.
He jabbed at her with his foot. “That mea..."
LUV IT! :D

I tried not to bounce up and down with excitement as the gate finally swung open. I could not have gotten out of that cramped little cell fast enough. I practically leaped out, feeling dizzy just at the thought that I was finally free.
“Oh my God,” I repeated, then said, “I could, like, hug you.”
“Don’t,” Fox snarled, tensing.
I rolled my eyes. “Geez, chill. It was a joke.”
Fox didn’t say anything in response to that. He went back to pretending, for a moment, that I didn’t exist. He turned around and headed for the door, as I followed. Just as he put his hand on the knob, he whirled around without warning. I stumbled, stopping myself from crashing into him.
“Don’t you dare try anything,” he snapped, his blue eyes blazing at me. “Don’t try to escape. Got it? If you make any sudden moves at all, I swear to God I’ll kill you on the spot.”
Oh, I thought, I’d love to see you try.
I didn’t say the words out loud; instead I forced a polite smile onto my face. “Yeah, got it.”
He glared at me for a few more seconds, as if to establish his authority over me. Right. Like I couldn’t have killed him with my bare hands. Like I couldn’t see the fear flickering from underneath the mask of anger.

All I wanted to do was brag. I had finished yet another Sunshine State Young Readers Award book. I had a goal to finish all fifteen books before May 1st so that I could pie my language arts teacher. I had finished over half the book in a matter of hours, and now I could move onto the next book.
((random and boring. it's just that it happened to me and I REALLY WANT TO PIE MY TEACHER! she has to stay with the sticky pie on her all day.))

"Can I use the restroom." I ask, wanting to run. I get out the door quickly. I run down the hall, the tears are reappearing. I cry and run, passing the bathroom, and down stairs, and then finally out the door,.

I tried not to bounce up and down with excitement as the gate finally swung open. I could not have gotten out of that cramped little cell fast enough. I practical..."
LOVED THAT PART!! SOO AMAZING!! XD

My boat hit an iceberg and began to sink. The sky crashed down around me. My hopes popped like a balloon poked with a thumbtack. Someone was screaming in my head.
“You...don't?” I croaked hoarsely. I sounded pathetic, like a clingy girlfriend dying over her boyfriend's breakup words. I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to sink to the floor into a puddle of mush. I wanted to bash my head against the wall. I wanted to bash Liam's head against the wall. I wanted to cry and scream and explode into a million pieces.
Liam shook his head. “I'm so sorry, Jade. You're a great friend, the best friend I've ever had, but...” he sighed. “I don't think of you anything more than that. I can't. You're just my best friend, and that's all you'll ever be.”
My eyes were wet. Liam's face was blurry, swimming in and out of focus.
“Jade...” Liam's voice was pained. “I don't think we can stay friends, though. Not after...this. Not when you feel that way about me.”
The stupid, sticky, salty tears started flowing. Running down my cheeks. Curse them.
A sob escaped my throat. I couldn't take it anymore. I spun around, punched the closet door open, and raced into the hall. Once there, I didn't stop running. I kept running and running, and the tears kept pouring.

I read everything on the page over and over again. I still could not understand what was going on in the book. The scene would change. The characters would change. I hadn't even read half of the book when I decided that I probably had to wait another year. I walked over to my old computer and turned it on. Twenty new emails. When I opened my inbox, I realized that every single one was from a website asking me to join.
((You know, I'm really bored and have nothing to write. What to do, what to do?))
“Just listen.” There was a lump in my throat. “I've just recently ..."
OMIGOD SELLA UR KILLING ME!!! O.O i must read the rest!!! ><