The Freewriting thread

[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

Cool Matt! Just one thing, Stang=Stung...Well, mine is short exerpt from my recent superman story, which I hope to continue someday....
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For years I have fallen into the same dream every time I fall asleep. I dream of being human. I have no powers, nothing that can stop me from being normal. I bleed like every one else, I cry like everyone else, I do things that I cant do when I am awake. And it feels good, but all good things must come to an end. While enjoying my new life, my body begins to shake violently. My vision blurs, my body stiffens, and my voice catches in my throat. I am unable to stop the flashes of heat that escape from my eyes. The tears that I once cried dry up, and the unhealed wounds that I once wore disappear, once again I bear the famous red S. I am an alien to a confused world, they want a hero but I am not it.

[theWriter]

Poor Superman. He has it tough, I'm telling ya. Fighting evil and keeping a hidden identity and balancing the checkbook...it's a tough life, espeacially if you're an alien.

@Rita: Cool beans. Short, sweet and simple. If only I wasn't such a windbag...
@Matt: Damn bushes. I hate when that happens. Nice description and everything. Question, though: how'd you get pushed in the thorn bush?
@Lex: *sniff* I feel pity for Superman. Good voice and thought process...I say the same things over and over to the three of you. As always, nice. Need I say more?
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The simple things make life difficult.

Then again, is anything ever simple?

As I ran my hands along the side of the door, feeling the sanded down and now soft wood beneath my palms, and rested my forehead on a corner, I mentally felt an anguish I never thought would happen. Life wasn't supposed to be this difficult. Life was supposed to be how I wanted it.

But it wasn't. I slowly pulled my head away from the door and glanced down at the small, innocent little faces peering up at me. Paul and Lily loked up with curious and confused eyes.

Paul spoke first. As the elder, he thought he was the protector. Maybe, in a way, he was.

"Mommy," he said quietly. "Where's Daddy?"

What was I supposed to say? That their father got shot by a coworker? That he died a painful death at the hands of someone her trusted? That he had been killed by his own brother?

No. No, I wouldn't do that. I crouched down to Paul and Lily and stared them both in the eye, trying to keep myself from fidgeting in their solid gaze.

"Daddy..." I said gently, gulping to keep down tears. "...Daddy...he went to sleep, honey. He went to work and went to sleep."

Paul and Lily blinked. Then I saw understanding come into their eyes. Strangely enough, this made sense to them.

"Is Daddy going to be coming back?" Lily asked, green eyes huge.

I shook my head gently. "No...No, Daddy isn't going to come back."

But the strangest thing happened right then...I felt this...prensence, suddenly slip by my shoulder and into my house. It silently floated by me and I felt a shiver. When I glanced around frantically, it was gone.

What, what was that?
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[Alpha_zero]

Well...The bus was coming...Everyone wanted on...Me included. I'm not very tall...and got...pushed...into the thron bush...and missed my bus...

Anyway, megan, as always brilliantly written, and interesting as-well. Having a brain-fart, someone else take next go.
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I came
I saw
I ripped over a damn rock.

[Dark_AngelXX]

However, his eyes told an entirely different story. Those two bright red burning orbs were shimmering with an unknown emotion, reflecting something almost similar to hatred. Slowly he rose to his feet, swaying slightly as a small smirk replaced his once stern expression.
Blood oozed from a gash just above his right eyebrow, though it didn't seem to irritate him at all. He just chuckled softly.
"You always were a man of few words," He soon sardonically sighed as an uneasy breeze brushed past him, teasing his naked flesh covered in a display of tattoos and piercings. He shivered.
Another invisible blast suddenly hit him across his cheek, instantly causing him to lose his balance and fall to the dust covered ground yet again. The small fragments of sharp stones scraped harshly against his flesh, only causing a sigh of pleasure to escape from his lips.
A demon that enjoyed pain, oh yes it was indeed very unusual, but more than anything it was [i]dangerous[/i].
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[Alpha_zero]

That was scary...Mysterious, more than scary...But very well written, with good description.
Sorry but i'm currently obcessed with soccer/football (Whichever you use) and have to writr about it constantly.



"Enough with the Farrs already" groaned Farr, turning to face Leimee (Lay-mee) with his stone features.

"Farr" she panted, bending down to her knees. "Farr, you have to help us. We're down 4-0"

"And..." he replied shaking his head. He wasn't in the mood for football today.

"Oh come on!" she laughed, "You love football"

"I guess only a hat-trick..." he said a smile tugging at his lips.

He took his heavy school bag and dropped it on the goal-post. Now he moved forwards, to get the ball.

As he reached about halfway, he stucki his foot infront of the ball and withdrew it from the feet of the attacker. Now, raising his amrs slightly, he drifted, moving left, then right, using only slight movements.

Then suddenly he darted right, shooting past the confused defender. Now another player faced him, and dived straight in with a slidng tackle, that clipped the ball. Farr wobbled slightly, but retained control, and dodged past the players body.

As he approached the goal, the keeper advanced out of goal, hands lowered towards the ball. Farr took no chances, lobbing the ball high into the air, so it landed just off the line, and bounced in.

His wild blond hair danced around as he high-fived with his team-mates smiling.

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I came
I saw
I ripped over a damn rock.

[SilentSoul92]

Hey Matt! Shorten your sig, please. It's stretching the whole page.

[Dark_AngelXX]

Matt- Nice piece, you're writing style is rather mature for an 11/12 year old O_O. Personally, I hate football, but hey, it was nicely written ;)

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Computing lessons are so boring, so I shall write a random thing...

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Love or lust? Hmm, it was very difficult to describe- a warm fuzzy feeling rushed down my spine whenever he glanced over at me. I would hide behind my textbook, pretend that I was actually studying, before I would peep to the side and stare at his stunningly handsome face. Those instense amber coloured eyes would instantly hynotize me, sending me into a mesmerized trance. And that smile- so tempting and inviting, as if he knew how I felt.
I couldn't deny.
I was in love, with my best friend.


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Random/short- yes XD God, I'm so bored
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[theWriter]

[quote]Random/short- yes XD God, I'm so bored  [/quote]
Computer class tends to do that to all types of people, especaillyl the writers. <_< Anyway...nice little story. Short, sweet, and to the point. (If only I learned the art of not being a windbag). Though I don't like romance, it was cute. @Matt: I looove soccer. And it's a cool little sports flick.
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"Spin around for me, I want to see the back." Jo smiled at me with wry green eyes and signalled with a finger for me to turn. Reluctantly, I did so, all the while grumbling.

"You're on helluva pain in the ass, Jo, you know that?"

She laughed. "Yes, but I'm your best friend the pain in the ass. There's a difference."

I snorted, ignoring the last comment before I glanced upwards, over the racks of clothes spanning as far as the eye could see, and then suddenly felt my breath hitch in my throat. Adrenaline rushed through my veins faster than I could think and I felt myself feeling dizzy and light-headed. From behind me, Jo gave a small tsk in annoyance.

"What, did you see Barney or something? Turn around."

I kept my gaze still fixed in the distance, feeling complete and utter terror weave its way around my blood. Jo complained again, but then she stopped and realized something was wrong.

"Kat....Kat you okay?"

I shuddered, and spun around abruptly, spinning to her.

"Jo, we have to run."

She glanced at me, startled and mildly disbelieving. "What do you mean we have to--"

"He's out. And he's here. He's found me."

Jo's eyes quickly left my face and scanned the area behind us. The green eyes jerked to a halt suddenly, then continued until they came back to my face. Jo abruptly looked just as tired, scared, and grave as I was. She grabbed me by the arm.

"Let's go." she said, and we began to discreetly try to weave our way through the racks until we got to the entrance. But then I saw movement. I snapped my neck over to see him jumping aside one of the aisles and coming at us, an angry look on his face.

"Run!" I screamed, and we booked it, racing our way through the clothes to get to the entrance. I heard an enraged growl as we skidded to a halt at the elevator and I frantically punched the button. His face nearly plastered itself as the doors closed, and then he was gone.

Both breathing heavily, we glanced at each other and I gave a half nervous/relieved grin. Jo smiled.

"Good thing we lost your brother," she said wheezing. "That would've been the end of our shopping spree."
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[SilentSoul92]

Megan: HAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH god, I started laughing so hard at the end. I mean really laughing.

My brain's dead, someone else go for me.

[Alpha_zero]

Rita-Sig shortened, sorry I didn't realise it did until today sorry

-And i've left my need to write about football, and enjoy playing much better. Recently i've been reading the redwall series, just to explain the animal characters. Otherwise its all original.


The shadows cast eerie marks, staining the pure white ground, like a permannent marker. If you looked harder at the shadows, you might be able to make out the form of a skull, with a spike protruding through its head. This was a place of death, a place best left alone.

But occasionally young wanderers would stumble upon this haunting place, and scarper away, for safety. It was going to take more than a few travellers to unravel the mystery of Dark water. It was going to take simply a mottly crew, of otters.



"Ahoy the sail maety!" shouted skipper Fenny.

"Got that cap'" replied Venex, scuttling up to the sails ropes and loosing them. A long white rag tumbled down, unfolding, until it became a perfect square.

"Arr harr, maties, we'll make it to land soon" said Skipper, leaping to the boats helm.

"Good" smiled Venex, turning to his shipmates, Kurt, Leds, and Mehol.


They bounced calmly on the ocean waves, staring calmly at the rocky cliffs, with their cracks and crevices, carving deep gashes through the rocky wall of stone.

The otter crew turned slightly, in an attemot to find a beach. They continued to sail into the night, when Leds bellowed at the top his throaty otter call "Beach in sight Skip!"

Skipper Fenny pranced energetically to the ships small rudder, and eased it left, veering towards the shore. SUddenly he yelled out "Lower the anchor! Call our passengers that we have arrived at their shores!"



The band of mice that had invested in the otters service thanked them, and left them their payment of nine Ginneys. The group gathered around each other, smiling slightly. "Where to next Skip'?" asked Leds.

"How about explorin' the shores mateys" said Skipper Ferny, rubbing his gloved paws together, and smiling a broad grin.


(To be continued...)


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I came
I saw
I ripped over a damn rock.

[Dark_AngelXX]

Aw, bless those cute otters ^_^

Erm... Well, I'm in another Computing lesson... Bored as always and a little worried over my Computing coursework, which I've barely started and it has to be in very soon T.T

Right, I have eight minutes to write something random again, so here goes...
(Ohhh, turns out I have longer than 8 minutes now ^^)

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I hate the way you look at me. You're always there when I don't want you to be, why can't you leave me alone? You say it's because you care, you say that you want to protect me, you say so much crap it's unbelievable. Just leave me alone! I don't need you, I've always been by myself and it just happens to be something I'm used to. What now? Oh, I'm sorry, I've "hurt your feelings," well, to be honest, I couldn't care less.
You think I'm heartless?
You think I'm just too caught up in my own emotions to think straight?
Well, let me tell you, I've been to Hell and back more times than you can ever imagine and I know what the true meaning of heartless is. You have no right to call me that. Oh, now you're walking away? Couldn't handle a bit of constructive criticism?

Now, you never look me in the eyes, and you're never there when I want you to be. You say it's because you hate me, you think I'm cold and vindictive, which is probably the truth.
Why did you even think you could break through this shell of mine? Nothing can ever penetrate the hard layers of corrupt steel that envelopes me. It's the truth, Sky, I'll always, always be alone.

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Whooosh, that's enough I think. I may write another random drabble in Sky's point of view later.... Who knows? Anyways, that's all from me for now, I guess ^^;
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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

^That was really good. Question, though: Who is Sky? O.o

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A/N: This is a little ditty I wrote. I only own Miya. Lee belongs to a friend of mine on a different forum.

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Warning: This is sad and sweet and VERY long. Not for those with a weak composition or are prone to tears.

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Miya opened her eyes and winced as a nasty pain shot up through her spine, her eyes shutting against the pain. Her eyes still closed, she tried to sit up, but found that she was numb from the waist down. Using her hands and forearms, which became scratched from the rough ground, she crawled over to a slanting portion of the ground. She somehow slowly, and quite painfully, flipped onto her back and, upon looking down at her waist, gasped quietly. A deep gash bled horribly just below her navel, and she could tell that her spine was broken, just from seeing the blood spreading below her. She looked up, coughing as a tremor shook the ground slightly. Her bare legs were covered in small scratches, and her right ankle looked like it had been shattered.

She reached up with her right hand to wipe the blood away from her mouth, then stopped and stared at it. A mutation that had just stopped bleeding was receding into her skin, leaving her hand as it once was. She looked at her torso again and, seeing her somehow mottled gray-green skin that was gradually going back to her normal tannish hue and the ivy-like covering that covered her like a one-piece bathing suit starting to inch back wards on itself, searched frantically for some sort of covering. She found a short white tanktop and some dark orange shorts, and, pulling them on with difficulty, she stared at the smoky ceiling above her, waiting patiently as her spine repaired itself slower than her ankle had.

Soon, she was able to walk for a short while. Her arms, legs, and most of her body, really, were covered in goosebumps due to a large freezer that used to contain Hunters was open wide. She leaned against a nearby wall, her breathing growing shallower by the five-minute periods she'd been counting. The gaping and bleeding wound she had wasn't healing well, and she was starting to feel dizzy from bloodloss. [i]Am I dying?[/i] she thought, looking up again and focusing on a pile of nearby rubble. [i]I have to find Lee... I hope he's okay...[/i] However, she knew her condition would not allow her to go any further than the mini-mountain of rubble she was staring at. It was large, gray, and difficult to climb... and yet a pair of hands was pulling someone over the top of it?

~~Miya always thinks about others before herself~~

Lee had woken up not long before Miya had. Though he wasn't in as bad a shape she was, he was still badly injured; his left arm was broken, and he had a few small burns on his other arm. He had a long, very shallow cut on his chest that stung once in a while. The left side of his face was bleeding slightly, but he healed it with some of the red fire he could control. He stood up, sniffing the air. [i]Miya... where are you?[/i] he thought, really worried about her. He'd noticed that, over time, they'd developed a mental link with each other, but it didn't seem to be working at the moment. However, a dull pain kept shooting up through him, and with each step he took, the pain increased until it was a sharp pain.

He fell to his knees not far from a rather large pile of rock and metal. [i]Miya... please be okay...[/i] He winced slightly, another wave of pain hitting him. Now he could hardly feel his legs, but he could walk. Slowly and very painfully, he climbed up the small mountain of debris, hoping he could find her before it was too late.

Miya crouched behind a concrete slab, shivering as she huddled against the cold stone.

"Miya! Are you there?" a famililar, friendly, and worried voice called, getting closer. [i]Lee... you're alive...[/i] she thought, smiling. She tried to stand, but realized she couldn't. Her legs were numb again. She called out instead, her voice a choked cry.

"Lee! Where are you?"

"Where are you? I can't find you!"

"I don't know where I am..."

He found her shaking against the cold concrete, a bit paler than normal. He kneeled by her and rested a hand on her arm, wondering if she was okay. A small fireball appeared in his hand, but it didn't burn- it was pleasantly warm. She looked up at him, her normally bright, sparkling emerald eyes tired.

"Are you alright?" they asked in accidental unison.

"I think I'm okay," said Lee, sitting down and resting his other hand on the side of her face. "Are you okay?"

"Mm-hm..." He noticed she had her arms crossed over her waist rather tightly, and when he asked about it, she only said, "It's a scratch. Honest."

"I don't think it's just that," he whispered, his own lovely gray eyes never leaving her beautiful green ones. He gently uncrossed her arms, and he said quietly, "Just a scratch, eh?"

"I'm f-fine..." She feebly tried to cross her arms, but they were lead as he gently held her close to him, being the tender person she'd fallen in love with. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, content to be near him again, then fluttered open as he started healing her wound. A tiny red spark seemed to be sewing her damaged skin together as it jumped off his hand. She closed one of her own around his and pulled it away, whispering, "Don't... it's too late..."

"But-"

"Lee, I'm already dying... I can't even feel anything anymore except for you holding me..." He looked at her blankly, obviously trying not to cry. She hugged him the best she could, a few tears of her own falling and dampening what remained of his blue t-shirt. In a soft, loving voice, she said quietly, "It's okay, Lee... Sometimes it's okay to cry."

Lee held her closer than before, hiding his face in her shoulder as he cried silently, muted sobs shaking his form slightly. He'd hardly ever cried, even as a child... the last time he truly remembered crying was when he thought everyone hated him. Miya let him cry, tears falling from her own eyes. She hummed a gentle song, her heart breaking with each passing moment. In her mind, she sang the song, which was Miss Me Baby by Chris Cagle. [i]Miss me baby... when I'm gone and you're alone, miss me baby...[/i] A small sob escaped her throat. That song always made her choke up and cry, even at school when their chorus teacher played it.

"I never wanted you to get hurt," he said weakly, his voice cracking a little with each word.

"There's always a chance I'll come back though... Steve's still alive, and he had the T-Veronica virus too..."

"It's going to be a living hell without you..."

"How do you think I feel, not being able to be there to comfort you or my siblings? Being near you... I always wished it would never end because I felt safe... I'd never known what it was like to truly love someone before I met you, Lee..."

The necklace she was wearing fell onto his arm as she unclasped it, the silvery chain landing quietly while the locket made a strange [i]plink[/i]. "Keep it with you..."

Her strength was starting to fade, and she could only lay limply in his warm arms. He gently brushed his lips against hers, sadness starting to shatter his heart as he realized this was their last kiss. She kissed back as much as she could, ruefully wishing she didn't have to go...

When they pulled apart, she snuggled weakly up to him, blinking back tears of her own. Suddenly, she giggled as he lightly tickled her side, making them both smile.

"You're always cute when you laugh," he whispered, smiling.

"I used to say to my mom that if I ever died in my teen years, I wanted the last person I saw to be someone I loved... and that we'd be laughing about something..." She shivered as a bitter cold wind blew past from the freezer nearby, and he held her close, one hand resting on her face. He never wanted to forget how she looked when she was laughing, the way it felt when they had first kissed, how she always cheered him and the others up when they were down, the way her silken hair always managed to frame her face, and, above all the numerous things, the way he felt when he was with her (whether it be simply walking to school or just cuddling), the feeling that nothing bad would ever happen. A sad smile touched his lips, a solitary tear falling.

"I'll never forget you, Miya. Ever." She rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"I love you, Lee... for always..." she whispered as her strength finally have out. The once steady stream of her breath on his neck ceased; he heard her heartbeat slow until it completely stopped beating. Just before it had stopped beating, before the last of her life trickled away, he kissed her cooling lips and murmured softly, "You'll always be in my heart, Miya. I know I'll never love anyone as much as I love you..."

Then she was still, her body cold yet still strangely warm. A tear fell on her left cheek with a gentle [i]plip[/i]. She was gone..

Yet she still felt alive... or... was it only a figment of his despair? Or was she right, that the T-Veronica virus would bring her back? Only time would tell...

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*wipes tears away and blows nose* This gets me every time I read it.
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That is rather sad. *sigh* Such is life, however...Nice delievery. Slightly sappy, but the emotion is real.

Ahem: I got this idea from the movie Memento. See if you can figure out the disorder without me telling.
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Look in the mirror.

Good. Good, check the eyes, the face.

This is you. Say it with me: "This is me."

Good. Good job. Check the face...check near the neck...

Wait a minute. What are those scratches from? Poke at 'em, they didn't look like they were there before.

Well, nothing's there before is it? Twelve minutes and I'm a f**king vegetable. I won't remember this. Won't remember myself talking. Goddamn vegetable. That's what I am.

Okay, wait, pay attention. Think...Where is that from?

Like I should know?

Touch it...Looks like, fingernails?

s**t. Becky, did you get yourself into a fight again?

Should you ask yourself that question?

No, no I shouldn't. Last thing I remembered was...

That lovely daughter of yours bleeding all over the floor?

Shut up...Yes, yes that is, isn't it? f**king vegetable, that's what I am...

Pay attention. Enough. One step at a time. How much time do you have?

Ten minutes.

Crap, we gotta move...

Where? Where do we move?

I don't know just away from--

s**t.

How the hell did that lady get on the floor?

Well, from the looks of it, you did that, Becky.

No. No, of course not.

Then where did those scratches come from?

....s**t. What do I do?

I don't know. She looks damn dead to me. Look at all that blood--

Oh god, there's too much of it.

Hide her. Have to hide the body. Have to hide the bod--

How much time to we have left?

Six minutes.

...And then you wake up again?

Yeah. And start all over again.

Quick, check her pockets, check anything...check your goddamn pockets.

Checking...Alicia Stone. Does the name ring a bell?

Don't be a smart ass. Write this down. Take the sticky...good, write, write quickly, we don't have time. A-L-I-C-I-A Stone, like the thickness of your head, just kidding, just kidding.

Stick it on her, fast.

Where do I put her?

Like I would know? Away from here.

Okay, okay...the closet. That's the perfect spot, the closet. Hurry up.

God, she's heavy.

Well, she doesn't look fat.

She's still f**king heavy.

In the closet...In the closet we go, woo...

Oh god, you're fading. What time is it?

Too late........
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Alicia Stone. Do you know who she is?

I just woke up.

Well what were you doing?

Dragging her body, apparently.

Hey...What are those scratches from?


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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

O.O Creeeepy... Sounds to me like either Borderline Personality Disorder or Schizophrenia. ... What WERE those scratches from? It was really eerie... O.o I hate that little voice that tells you what to do now.

I didn't intend for it to be sappy, but I'm just weird that way. Plus, those two are (or were, if you are looking at it fanfic wise) really really in love, and, thankfully, in the RPG she's still alive and the virus she had is gone for good. I think. ^_^

And now for another little ditty. It's tiny this time. Well, it's short compared to the last one... It's about a different character of mine this time.

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A/N: I only own Miya, Georgie, Rick, Ruo, Jennie, Alfred's sixteenth clone, Alexia's sixteenth clone, Akaya... well, it's mostly from Georgie's POV to make it simple.

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Every time I wake up now, ever since I saw him, I'm afraid that I'll see him smiling that evil smile of his when he saw how afraid I was.

No one, not even my twin sister Miya, knows what I dealt with when I was dating him. Every day I was dating him I lived in perpetual fear that he'd kill me, thinking me inadequate. I told myself that he loved me, and for a long time I believed it. I was relieved that he was kidnapped by Umbrella and turned into the jackass he was.

Even as I sit here, waiting for Alex, I can't stop remembering what my last boyfriend did to me. Every night, he'd never let me sleep, using me for his own ends. I admit to being scared a bit... But Alex looked like a really nice guy. Sure, he's got that rebellious bad-boy look about him, but the last guy I had dated looked like a preppy nice-boy...

I just hope I don't get my heart broken again.

At around four, he knocked on the door, and Jennie made a crack about my being a sandy blond. So what if I'm blond? I'm no idiot like most people think. I lived on my own and learned a lot from experience. I taught myself math, spelling, and I can speak coherent Spanish and I know a dribble of Japanese from my foster mum after I was sent to live with her.

The first place we went is a cafe, strictly anti-Umbrella one, and we sat down next to a window. The waiter took our orders, and I was unusually quiet. Was it because of my last boyfriend, or was it because I'd been rejected badly and embarrassed before?

"You okay?" he asked, looking at me.

I'm just a little shy today," I said quietly, blushing. He grinned and leaned forward a little.

"Aw, come on, loosen up!"

"It's kind of hard for me to not be so quiet right now..."

"Would it help if I kissed you?" Alex joked, leaning forward a little. I blushed even more and looked out the window behind him. "Would it?" he asked again, smiling a little. I didn't respond. He shrugged, leaned forward a bit more and kissed me. I blushed a beet red again, but kissed him back, ignoring the sharp pang of my still-healing heart and the little voice that kept nagging me and saying that the only reason he was kissing me was because I made his brother, Xander, shut up. When we pulled apart, I was blushing a beet red, and he was blushing a little too.

We went to the park while we waited for the cinema to open, and we sat on a bench near a fountain. It was quiet and serene then, the only sound being chirping from crickets and our own breathing. He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. We sat there for a long while, quietly talking once or twice. I looked up at him, smiling faintly, and he smiled back.

I really don't know why I did, but I leaned up and kissed him gently. He kissed me back, holding me in his arms lovingly. This time, that voice didn't say a word, and I didn't even feel my semi-broken heart hurting anymore.

He dropped me off at my house afterward, and I walked into the house in a kind of daze.

A/N: It's not quite finished yet. I'll finish it later, I gotta go.
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[theWriter]

You have a habit of not quite finishing, but that's fine...Eh. Not a romance freak, but it was a nice little story. At the same time, however, it makes us wonder the motives of the main heroine...Good chick, or bad chick? Hmmm...

Close, but no bannana. It was anterograde amnesia, and that was basically an internal monologue which everyone gets but some refuse to accept. Good guess, though. Most people wouldn't even try saying borderline personality and schizophrenia.

Now, for another kid in the da looney bin!
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Ugh.

Avoid looking at their eyes...

Why?

Why? Jesus, they've been pumping you full of drugs for the past two weeks. That's goddamn why.

Well, I wouldn't know. She's coming over here though...Should I say something?

No. Stay perfectly still. Don't fight, don't make eye contact, do nothing. You're nothing. Act like it. You're here for a reason. Do you know why?

Not exactly. Elaine hasn't visited me or told me what's going on--

That's because she's dead, you idiot. [i]You [/i]killed her.
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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

Elaine... ELAINE... Dammit, familiar names bite. <_< Eeeerrriiiieee... Who the hell is Elaine? O.o Gr, I should find that movie...

Anterograde amnesia? Sounds chronic. (Only reason I said schizophrenia and borderline is because I'd read about a movie that had a person that had a bit of both...)

The main character, the girl, is a good person. ^^; I should've mentioned that.
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Anterograde amnesia [i]can [/i]be chronic. Basically short-term memory loss. Often, goes away in a few days, in fact, it's very rare to find.

[quote]The main character, the girl, is a good person. ^^; I should've mentioned that. [/quote]
Oh, well...That's good.

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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

I think I had that a few weeks ago. I just couldn't remember anything. :|

:lol: Sorry, that just seemed deadpan, the way you typed that... And Alex is a good guy too, though his dad's a total stick-up-the-ass preacher. No offense if you have a religion.

I'll be posting a new one tomorrow. I gotta get off. I'm drop-dead tired and it's only 7 o'clock...
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[quote="Nilitac_Tesgrah ()"] ^That was really good. Question, though: Who is Sky? O.o

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Thanks ^_^ And Sky is just a character I made up then and there =) You'll probably see a recurring implication of guy x guy relationships in my stories, since I am a complete Yaoi freak XD

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Guess what lesson I'm currently in? Lol. Well, needless to say, I am bored, so I shall write.....

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Lights, camera, and action!
Fame and glamour, forget about it. Who actually wants it? Come on now, truthfully- I just can't see the fuss. Would I want people snooping in on my personal life? Could I live a life of not being able to go out to the corner shop, without being pestered by the press and so-called [i]fans[/i]?
No.
Simple answer.
But, with little warning, it came my way. So very unexpectedly...

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June, 2000, early summer effectively. Last year of "free" education, before having to go off to work, or go to University. We had just finished our exams and a few of us decided to find summer jobs.
Picture this, five eighteen year olds marching down the road, side by side, CVs clutched in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. From left to right, Big Adam, Kyle, Sam, Me and Lil Tommy. We looked like a line of Russian Dolls, only much more attractive and with better dress sense (Though even that was debateable, since Sam had favoured a brown and blue checkered shirt that day).
I was first to spot the sign slapped on a green flaking lamppost:

[b]Young Male Models Wanted- Aged 18-21[/b]

"Who'd want to be a [i]model[/i]?" Kyle scoffed as I tore down the flimsy piece of paper and studied the small print below the main notice. Tommy and Sam peered over my shoulders, while Adam folded his arms impatiently.
"Come on! You guys are bloody ugly," Adam bluntly sighed, then he proded my stomach, "And fat."
"Bitch," I muttered as he playfully winked at me. I then folded up the notice and stuffed it into my jeans' pocket. We all knew Adam thought differently, well, it was obvious ever since that time we all got drunk and well... That's an entirely different story.
Anyways... Modelling, yes. I got the job, unfortunately.

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Meh, well, it's halfway through lunchtime now, so I shall stop writing for now. I may continue with that later ^^. Heh.
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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

That was funny. What did Adam do? Sounds like something one of my characters did once... XD Hilarity. Anyways, that was really good. The details were exquisite. Okay, now I sound like I'm talking about food. Considering I haven't eaten breakfast yet... :blink:

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Inspired by Missing by Evanescence.

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[i]Would you miss me if I was gone?[/i]

[i]Of course I would, Mom, don't be such a worrier! That's my job.[/i]

[i]Alright...[/i]

Georgie sat bolt upright, a considerable feat since she was in such a bad condition. She was almost completely wrapped in bandages, mostly due to injuries, and having sat up so suddenly made a few dig into her pale, bruised skin. She looked around, trying to remember where she was, and, sighing, remembered she was at home. She lay back down and didn't even jump as a tanned arm that was in a cast rested gingerly on her waist. "You okay, Georgie?" asked a soft, concerned voice.

"I'm fine, Alex... Just a weird dream, is all it was," she replied quietly, not looking at him. He wasn't fooled, and he turned her face gently so she would look at him. Her icy yet soft blue eyes were sad and regretful, and his own calm, worried, and concerned brown ones never left their gaze. A single strand of her sandy blond hair fell in her face, and he brushed it away.

"You can talk about it, you know. I won't say it's stupid like the last guy probably said it was," he whispered. She looked at him for a long moment, then turned her gaze away. A single tear fell, dripping onto the pillow and becoming absorbed by the white material.

"It was about my mom, who died last year. I completely forgot about her, and I always noticed something was missing. Now I feel like s**t for forgetting her..." she mumbled, blinking back more tears. He hugged her as best as he could, seeing how his right arm was in a cast and his left arm was numb from him laying on it. Also, she was injured as well, and he didn't want to hurt her. She hugged him back, careful not to hug him too tightly for fear of hurting his bruised ribcage. A single ray of light flashed through the bars of the window, and they remembered where they were-a lab controlled by Spencer.
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