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PostPosted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 4:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Nice Nilly, I like how you added a song to the theme of the story, I like to do that myself. ^_^

Ok, here's the next chapter to my Racism story, hope you enjoy it.

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The masculine male would hold his hand out towards the small elvan lad, offering to help him to his feet.

"C'mon Genis, you can't give up yet. I know it looks hopeless right now, but I promise you that I'll fix this..."

"Zelos...I know your intentions are just, but I can't just sit around and do nothing anymore...I'm sure most half-elves feel that way by now..."

Genis would walk towards his room. Sea green orbs would dart back towards the group.

"...We need to fight back! And I'm going to lead the charge!"

With that, Genis would enter his room and slam the door behind him, leaving his three friends speechless. Chocolate brown hues of the female ninja would immediantly dart to the teenage boy with concern.

"Lloyd! Do something! We can't let Genis do this! It will lead to an outburst!"

Charcoal orbs of the masculine male would gaze out the window, smoke was emitting from the slums. They were burning things again, this was getting out of hand...

"The dusk of peace is falling...the dawn of civil war is approaching...and the future doesn't look bright for those involved..."

Auburn colored hues gaze towards Zelos, a frown on his face. The teenage boy really didn't know what to say, but he knew of what he had to do. He would turn from the group and knock on small half-elves door.

"Genis, open up. We need to talk."

"...Go away Lloyd, I've made up my mind. I'm not turing back now, and if you don't want to help me, then fine, I'll do it myself. Now good night!"

"...Genis!"

There would be no response.

"Genis Sage! Open the door NOW!"

Again, no response. Genis had gone to sleep. For tomorrow, all of this would end...

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Yeah, this isn't nearly as long as the others, but it pretty much sets up the next chapter.
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 1:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It's a little on the short side. I know, you said it's short, but I comment. However, the last line: [quote]Again, no response. Genis had gone to sleep. For tomorrow, all of this would end...[/quote]

It changed to past tense briefly before going to the original future tense.

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Inspired by the movie [u][i]The Patriot[/i][/u]. We're watching it in WV Studies, and I rather like it. However, some parts were just bleh. Not the gore parts. The part where the one guy got his head shot off by a cannonball was so fake. This is not made to offend any people who may be British. I was trying to write from an American Soldier's POV during the Revolutionary War.

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I have seen the hell of war. Oh, go on, laugh for all I care. War is never a laughing matter, you pitiful wretches...

You either go in there alive and never come out again, go in alive and come out alive, or not go at all and end up killed in massacres started by those bastardous British, who never regret anything.

But that one man... the one who found the Patriot's home... and... and watched as that man's son die... He was different, according to Gabriel. He had regrets, he had remorse!

I've seen dozens upon dozens of men die, many by my own hands. I can never escape my past sins, no one can. I only am here to save my family. I know that, by enlisting, there is the threat that they'll be harmed, but this is truly the only way I KNOW they can be safe for the most part. I would die for any of them if they told me to!

The only bright moment any of us shared was tricking the general into thinking we had eightteen of their men when it was actually dummies with their redcoat uniforms. Oh, we laughed and laughed until we cried!

Right now, we're waiting for word of anything at all. I can only hope... I can only hope that this war will end soon.

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Huh.. This is definately not like my usual stuff. :huh:
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 1:48 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

No, Nilly, it's not your normal stuff, but it's great all the same. Good job.

This actually happened to me. A strange experience:
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Decrescendo.

What? On 32nd notes? Was he snorting crack?

Angrily I pull my fingers off the keys with a bang and close my eyes, breathing in deeply for a few minutes to calm down and chill. I was playing too fast and not paying attention to the dynamics. [i]It was bound to happen...Now, grab the pencil...[/i]

I lean over and grab at the side of the piano bench for the mechanical left over by the choir teacher and click it once to get some of the lead out.Leaning forward and flattening the piece of music under my hand, I circle all the dynamics I can find grumpily before putting the pencil to the side and tilting back.

Another deep breath.

[i] It's simple. Slow down, focus, and don't speed up. [/i]

Cracking my knuckles in finality, wincing slightly as the noise rings loudly through the darkened choir room and over the beautiful concert grand I'm banging on, I scoot my butt forward on the seat and breathe through my nose. I blink at the music once, twice, before slowly bringing my right foot around and onto the damper pedal.

More silence. I gently perch my fingers on the keys.

(Silence.)

And play.

For a while I'm caught up in it, playing slower and finally nailing the dynamics and the notes and feeling quite pleased with myself before I hear a thud on the locked choir door.

The music pouring from the grand abruptly shuts up. I look over at the door before quietly getting up and walking over. The teacher locks it so that I can play...but no one else can come in. I don't like that rule. My friends periodically come in anyway.

Sighing, I lean on the doorhandle and push the door open to find myself face-to-face with...

Someone I don't know. A guy. For a moment, we stare at each other awkwardly before he clears his throat.

"Are you the one playing?"

Oookay...this is weird. But I roll with it. I nod. "Yeah."

He looks around, trying to peer behind my shoulder, before bringing his gaze back to me. "Can I listen?"

Clumsy silence. I think about it for a moment then decide, what's the harm? Moving away from the door. I open it more so he can get in and start walking back to the bench, calling over my shoulder. "Go ahead."

He doesn't say anything at the comment, instead following me and grabbing a chair and pulling it next to the piano. I sit down and settle myself in, feeling fairly thrown out of my "Zen" moment before he talks again.

"What were you playing?"

I blink, being the Ms. Space-Cadet that I am. "Hmmm?"

He repeats the question. "What were you playing?"

I glance over at him, finally understanding, before turning back to my music. "Oh, umm....Nocturne in A minor by Chopin."

"Oh." From the look on his face he has no idea who the hell that just was. I shrug it off and instead move back to my music, blocking him out and trying to focus once again.

Silence. A cough from him.

And then I play.

Ten minutes later, he glances at the clock and then back at me. Still playing, though idly, with one hand, I raise an eyebrow.

"I have to go." he says, almost apologetically. I give a polite smile.

"Okay. Go ahead. Don't want to keep you waiting."

He stands behind me, stares at the music for a couple of seconds before looking back up at the clock and then walking away. I don't turn around, instead, keep playing, but I hear the thud of the door as he walks out.

It's then that I stop and spin around to stare at the door, brow furrowed in thought.

That was strange.
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 1:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

That is strange. :huh: Lucky you are, though. I can't play on a piano. I could if I tried, I had about three lessons done, but then my next door neighbor, who was teaching me, moved away...

*on track again*

I really liked it though. ^_^ The specific detail was superbly done.
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We're not really done watching the movie; we just got to the part where the kids' aunt took them to the basement... The moment Paul died I had this idea to write something based off the movie. And it went off of what I was doing... Oh well.
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:08 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

It was quite good. Enjoyed reading it. Though it's always interesting to read about FD and your RP, this was a nice change. Good movie. I liked the Patriot. Generally it wasn't as hokey as I would've expected. I like when the guy's son and the girl both have ink on their teeth. It was funny.

Ahem: I'm sorry you can't play the piano. Sad Tell me that at least you can play chopsticks. At least.

I feel like continuing on my druggy. She makes me smile. Smile (It's going to be long, though. <_< And language. There will be some )
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"How much?"

"Don't be stupid, Cupid. It's the same as always."

Charlie's an idiot. He really is. If you want an imbecile, call him, because he's the highest of the high, the lowest of 'em all. I've never seen such an moronic addict. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, they're all stupid, but...damn. Charlie takes the cake.

Grumbling, he reaches into his pocket with a grime covered hand and, without any type of discretion, comes out with 200 pound, sliding it through his fingers and onto the table. Angrily, I reach forward and slap at his hand, glowering at him over my glasses. He jerks his hand backwards, giving me a rather hurt look, before hiding the money under the table. I lean forward and hiss menacingly.

"How f**king stupid can you get, you tit?"

The hurt look deepens.

"I'm not here to be your babysitter. I'm here to get money. It's that simple. Now, because you failed horribly at this one-in-a-million chance to make a deal discreetly, we're going to take a walk."

I stand up abruptly and throw five pounds on the table. From behind the bar Sean, young, just as cynical as me and rather cute, raises an eyebrow and almost stops from cleaning out a mug. I shoot him a nasty "speak and your masculinty is gone" glare and then he looks away. Can tell the bastard's smiling, though, but I ignore it.

Charlie clumsily gets up from the table. His hands are shaking rather violently, as he waits for his next fix. I try to act as though I didn't see the hungry, desprete look in his eyes and instead begin to walk out of the pub, Charlie trailing behind me like a kicked puppy dog or something. A shudder races down my spine in revulsion. Lord, he's even breathing like a f**king pooch, too...not to mention his breath reeks to high heaven.

As we step outside, Charlie staggers on the step and collapses into me. Disgustedly I push him away and grab at his mangy coat collar, scruffy and stinky it is.

"Now, we're going to start walking, Charlie." I give a moment's pause. "What are you going to do when we walk?"

Charlie's bloodshot eyes shift uneasily left and right. "I'm--I'm going to act discreet."

"Good boy," I say, patting him on the back in an unwomanly fashion. The pat serves two purposes: to shove him into a walking position and to make it seem relatively normal around here. I lean forward next to his ear. "And when we reach the alley, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to pay you."

"There you go," I say, pleased. "Now you're getting the hang of it."

We start walking. As we do so, Charlie periodically leans into me, feet unsteadily and mind just as much. I can't help but feel sorry for the poor bastard; he's completely stuck on the stuff. It's...sad. And here I am, aiding his addiction.

It's worse, though. Not only have I graduated from ganja, oh no, I'm selling the tough s**t. That's right, audience, heroin. And this poor sap is the first of many to fall ill to that pit of addiction.

The "alley", synymous with my deals, begins to come up ahead. Charlie begins to shake faintly, and I move away from him slightly, alarmed by--did I mention he's like a dog--behavior. If he had a tail, he'd be f**king wagging it, wouldn't he?

As we step into my office, so ta speak, I glance both ways for coppers before retreating further down the lane, into the dark spot. By that time Charlie is going into seizures, and I feel almost scared to give him the stuff. But...Business is business. I need money.

"Now, Charlie."

In a frenzy, he reaches into his pocket and comes out with the money, wadded up and dirty. Charlie shoves it at me and almost drops to his knees, mind pleading for the release that is heroin. I inch away from his placating gesture in revulsion and once again glance around.

Grabbing the money out of his hand, I reach into a pocket and come out with three needles. Generally I'd ask for more from a buyer, but Charlie is so pathetic...I just don't know. I really don't. I barely have them in eyeview before Charlie lunges forward and grabs for them. Instinctively I try to jerk back but the sod already has them and is getting ready to "boost up."

I step forward and shove him.

"Get out of my sight, you crack, before you start shooting up." I stare down at him in disgust, nose wrinkled. "I'm not here for the spectatorship." Snarling, I take a menacing step forward, "Move it."

Charlie doesn't say anything. Wordlessly he gets up and rushes out of the alley, feet tapping frantically and filthy coat trailing in the wind behind him. For a moment, there's silence, and then the dripping of water fills me ears. And, and something else...

I cock my head, trying to guage what the noise is when I realize it's coming from yet another one of my pockets. Frowning, I mentally try to figure out what the hell it could be before realizing, oh yeah, it's my mobile.

Strange. No one calls me on that thing.

I reach into my pocket hurriedly and come out with the phone, flipping it open.

"Hello?"

Silence, then a deep voice speaks. "Hello, is this Janay Applegate?"

I blink. It's been two years since someone has actually said my real name. A long, long time. So long, I've actually been living by my other name. I've actually become that other foul, disgusting, loathesome excuse for a homo sapien. So when I hear my real name. I feel my eyes widen and my throat tighten.

But then I regain some of myself.

"It is. May I ask who's calling?"

"This is Drew."

I blink, and suddenly my brain goes still. I know that name. I know that name like hell knows sinners...

"I'm sorry," I say primly. "But the first name is not going to cut it." I reach up to scratch a tic behind my hairline, digging in with a polished red fingernail.

Drew coughs, obviously irritated, before speaking again. "It's Drew Klemet."

I freeze, nail still in hair. Slowly I bring my hand away from my head, and, tucking the mobile under my chin, I reach for my left sleeve, black and past the heel of my wrist, and pull it halfway up my forearm to view that tatttoo written there.

"Say the name again?" I murmur, eyes focused on the tattoo.

"It's Drew Klemet. Klemet, pronounced like the French say it."

I am now absorbed in the tattoo, and slowly allow my eyes to wash over it.

There it is.

Drew Klemet.

The man who killed my mother.

For a moment, I stare in disbelief at the ink, trying to accept the fact that I actually found the bastard, before his voice interupts my thoughts.

"Hello? Is anyone there."

I pull my sleeve down and reach for the phone with my right hand, bring it back to a comfortable position.

"Hello Drew," I said, smiling, gazing off into the distance. "I've been waiting a long time for you."
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 10:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Too lazy to read other people's stuff....-_-

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Eva followed the cloaked man into the forest, keeping a good distance away. He didn't seem to notice her. It was autumn and the leaves created a loud carpet. She didn't want to make noise and climbed up the trees, nimbly jumping from branch to branch as she followed along.

At one point, the man stopped to listen. Eva froze up on the tree; she thought her pumping heart would betray her. Could he hear it beating? [i]Please,[/i] she pleaded in her thoughts, [i]god, no.[/i] But the man continued on, shrugging his black coat higher around his neck. The wind was getting stronger, whistling as it whipped through the bare tree branches.

The moon was covered up by thin clouds, but rain clouds were closing in. Eventually, the man stopped at an opening where the moonlight was brightest - not that it was bright. Eva crouched closer to the tree she was sitting in and watched. He was just standing there!

Light disappeared as the rain clouds shrouded the moon. The wind howled louder and the sound of the trees' branches striking one another disabled any other noises. Eva clung tighter to the tree and waited, fearful and nervous.

A little light spilled into the opening and Eva could see again.

Suddenly, a man's face popped before her, snarling with a greedy smile. His lower body was black smoke that seemed to bubble, but Eva recognized the man's black cloak. There was no time to scream.

His hands grabbed her face and pulled them towards his. Her eyes opened wide and she stared in wild fear into his mad eyes. The man's long fingernails pierced her skin and she faintly felt the blood trickle down. Eva began to gasp for air. Still grinning, the man let her go and she tilted off the tree branch. The world swayed and faded.

Eva opened her heavy eyelids and started to feel the hard bed of leaves. She scanned her surroundings sleepily and noticed that she was still in the same forest as before. It was dawn. Without a word, Eva stood up. Her breath took form in the air and floated away.

"Stop mocking me," she murmured.

The trees swayed like flags in the wind, scratching each other with their claws. Eva squinted and shrunk down. "You're not real."

"Go away!" The trees! They were coming for her! She burst into screams, clawing at her face.

"No! No! NO!" Tears flowed down her face, mixing with the blood. The trees were coming closer and closer. Why are they surrounding her?

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Eva huddled, wrapping her legs into her chest. Her heart stopped.

The Giver of Life, nevermore.
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 1:04 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

@Megan: I love it. It isn't often I read somsething this long on free writing that I enjoy so thoroughly. I want you to carry on that story, I must know what happens.

@Pauline: Uh...First comment, try never to be to lazy to comment on others work. It might make them refrain from commenting on yours. But, Back to the writing, which was well written but ended very abruptly...Who was the man? And why'd she suddenly revert to madness. Still, it was an enjoyable read.

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INTRODUCTION



Raven wood base 03:19am (Additional: February 2009)


They scanned the area, their weapons lit by torches, stuck on the tip. I saw it come this way, Im sure of it muttered one, to the other.

Yeah, I know replied the other soldier.

They turned around, lighting the dark metal base. Could just have been a rat suggested the taller one, glancing at his friend, who glanced back.

The biggest mistake in their histories had been made. For out of the darkness darted a small and dangerous creature. It was tiny now, but in the years that followed it become, and its brethren, the most dangerous threat to face earth, before the years of the empire.

There was a clatter as their guns tumbled to the floor. Then two bodies followed, each with a deadly slashes to their jugular veins.



Raven wood base 06:59pm (Additional: September 2018)

A war has escalated, and earth has tumbled into its depths. Those two fateful men, who were killed nine years ago here at Raven wood, were simply the beginning. The Fendrin, as they later revealed themselves as, have attacked earth.

They have a master-weapon, gliding towards earth, bringing humanities doom ever closer. Can it be stopped?


A man in the regular power armour worn by all soldiers is waiting outside a set of automatic doors. His helmets visor is shinning light from the bright electric light above. Suddenly he removed it, lifting his hands up and placing them either side of the fish-bowl like armour.

Underneath his defensive headgear, is an unshaven face. On its mouth, a sullen expression lies. Other than that, hes bald, but for some stubbley hair on top.

This is Derek Nolds, better known as Raven. The Raven is earths strongest warrior, whose father was one of the two soldiers who suffered first at the hand of the Fendrins master.

Suddenly, something bleeps and the door opens, letting a brighter light through, and shinning it onto his armour, which in turn reflects it back. As Derek looks forwards, he sees a man in a green suit, the same shade as his power armour. He has white hair, which stands on his head perfectly. He also has medals hanging from the chest of his suit.

Commander Nolds he begins, holding out a hand, motioning to the chair. Come sit

But Derek holds up a hand as he enters the room. Supreme master, Call me raven, and Id rather stand. Better to remain alert while I can

Of course says the suited man. If we are going to work as expected, then you had best not call me by my official title, but that of my Mother and Fathers choosing. Chuck he said, holding out a white gloved hand.

Raven said Derek, nodding. As he nodded he noticed the sun setting below a mountain. Why am I here, Supreme Master?

Raven, you are here to be briefed, trained and equipped for youre toughest challenge yet

Yet? asked Raven, as we shall call him from now on, raising an eyebrow.

I say Yet simply as a compliment. A soldier of youre skill has obviously faced challenges before?

I prefer to say, we seeing I havent ever faced an enemy alone

They say you are not an arrogant man, Raven, and I this now. Though you are possibly the greatest soldier in earths armed forces, you do not gloat, or boast. I know many a man who would

Well, its one to know one said Raven, looking deep into the supreme masters blue eyes. He couldnt make out much from his expressions, neither his eye movements. He would rely on body language.

Aye, that it does said Chuck, nodding.

And, as to my being here? Here at Raven wood?

Ah yes, where was I

Raven snorted, saying Our greatest challenge, remember, Commander

Yes said the Supreme master, smiling irritantly. You are earths greatest hope for pushing back the Fendrin-!

-We insisted Raven, drawing a chair up and sliding into it. Surely, you mean we
You are mistaken Raven. There shall be no squad with you on this mission, though you may meet other soldiers, and a unit will always be there to back you up

Then it is we isnt it said Raven, leaning back in his chair.

Yes, I suppose said Chuck thoughtfully. Anyway, moving on

My mission? said Raven mockingly. He was a humorous person and could see that he could get the better of this Supreme master. He snorted internally. This would be fun.




Launch bay, raven wood base 03:49pm (additional: November 2018)


Smoke gushed from the ships engines, spreading the gas around the launch site. Looking on from the edge of the launch site was Raven, earths greatest soldier. He smirked behind his helmet.

This entire raven wood operation was a huge joke. He had been thrust through his paces and was once again back at peek physical condition. And in a few days this ship would carry him to space.

Behind him, the back-up unit stood in a line, all looking solemnly ahead like robots. He raised a gloved hand and flicked it downwards saying Drop the stance boys

They all relaxed groaning and rubbing their backs. Youre going to need to relax so were ready to face them. And now they decide they want to launch an entire fleet of us into space, to combat them head on. They really have no idea what theyre doing around here

A soldier with a headset curling up towards his lips said I agree sir

I mean, why change a perfectly good plan, where theyre more likely to be destroyed because of the lack of training in space combat? This is mans first armed mission into the mists of space and they do it without proper testingTell you guys what

He beckoned for them to crowd around him, even with the drop ship as it was to be known guzzling away at the ability to hear. We bend the rules a bit, eh?
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 7:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

@Megan: That was really good. She finally found him! And no, I can't play chopsticks. But I did make a few small songs of my own. ^^; ... What's FD? :blink:

@Pauline: Please DO read other people's, even if you only read three paragraphs of it.

@Matt: That was really good. I get the feeling that the ending is a cliffie. GRRR...

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Inspired by The Corpse Bride, but not with the characters. Song was the one Emily was singing after meeting Victor's real fiance. Tidbits are from the Maggot and Widow. This is going to be rather short though. :unsure:

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[i]If I touch a burning candle
I can feel no pain...[/i]

A lone figure was sitting at a piano in the dark, dark halls of an Umbrella laboratory, playing a quiet song. The notes echoed beautifully, yet sadly. A soft voice was singing, and the words were barely heard over the music.

[i]If you cut me with a knife
It's still the same...[/i]

The notes stopped momentarily, as if the slim form was unsure to continue playing, but another voice said quietly, "Don't stop playing. Please?" The form nodded slightly, and continued playing and singing.

[i]And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
But the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
And it seems that I still have a tear to shed...[/i]

The other voice started singing a little as well, though a lot happier than the other form.

[i]The sole redeeming feature from that little creature, is that shes alive
Overrated
Overblown
Everybody knows thats just a temporary state
Which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate
Who cares
Unimportant
Overrated
Overblown

If only he could see how special you can be
If he only knew the You that we know[/i]

The music stopped altogether as the girl at the piano glared at the other sitting in a corner, and the music started again.

[i]If I touch a burning candle
I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun
its all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesnt beat, its breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me its not real
I know that I am dead
But it seems that I still have some tears to shed...[/i]

The form at the piano played a few more notes before crossing her arms over the piano and sobbing softly. She didn't understand anything anymore. The song described her to a T, and she hated it. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't alive either. Her heart didn't beat anymore, yet she did still live and breathe as you or I. Her heart was breaking evermore with each passing day, because she was without the one she loved.

The other form walked over quietly and gave her a sisterly hug, letting her cry.

"It's okay, Miya. It's alright to cry."

"I just want to die, Zilia... being without the people I care about - i-it's killing me..."

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I made myself cry during this. Sad
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 11:26 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sorry, guys. It was just kinda late for me. But I did promise to read your writings after I pressed POST.

Nilly: Sad Sad. Nice song you made, it's really touching. It's sad to know that the others don't know how she feels, only her sister does. I like how you just called her a "lone figure" at the beginning; the diction is perfect.

Matt: Interesting. Except for just a small number of grammar mistakes, it was quite good. To me, it needs some more description, but that may just be how you like it. I dunno, I'm a sucker for details.

As for mine, I just let my ideas flow out. I have no idea how that came to be, but it came out like that. I think that's the end of the story if I were to write the beginning. The cloaked man is like a vampire, but he sucks out people's life, sending them into madness. Eva is the Giver of Life, so he was able to suck a lot of life out of her. Yup...:\
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 11:55 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

[quote="Pabbit_da_Rabbit (Pauline)"] Nilly: Sad Sad. Nice song you made, it's really touching. It's sad to know that the others don't know how she feels, only her sister does. I like how you just called her a "lone figure" at the beginning; the diction is perfect. [/quote]
The song is from The Corpse Bride, and Zilia's not her sister, just a friend. And even then, no one really knows what's going on with her. I don't either... :wacko: I have a tendency to call her 'the lone figure' for some reason.
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 3:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Nilly: FD is that RPG you always talk abo--No, no, I mixed up my acronyms. Dreadfully sorry. What I MEANT was that it was intitializing that movie you relate to. Hmmm...Sorry. And I can't believe you can't play Chopsticks. Grr! Something is wrong with you. Sad, your story was. It made me sad. :(

Matt: Zehr gut. What else do I have to say? As usual you show a maturity in your writing that is surprising for you age.

Pauline: ....Creepy. Did I mention creepy? Well, it was creepy. Oh, and (off topic) how is your story coming along?

I'm really considering expanding on Janay. I love the character and the role gives me a lot more freedom with speech, a lot more freedom with style. And she's a bitch with bite, too. ;)

Mmmahck. Brain fart. But I'll try. I always do:
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It was simple looking enough. A small, hand-sized doll with beady black eyes and a hand-sewn smile. Ebony hair from the tail of a horse and a little pink dress, made out of rough fabric. Had no feet, nor any hands, just two stubby legs and arms. It was plain, definitely made for a little child, but created with love. It was cute, in a homely sort of way.

Yet it haunted him.

He would sit up at night, staring at the doll on his dresser, which smiled at him simply, and awful, horrible memories flashed through his head. Guilt would consume him and silent tears would streak down his face.

His wife noticed his distress.

One day, while she was reading in bed, she saw him stare at the doll, which gazed dully back. She pursed her lips in irritation, glanced over at the doll, then back at her husband. She tapped him gently on the arm.

Honey? she asked softly.

He blinked dazedly. Huh?

Why dont you get rid of that doll, Tony? You always seem upset when
you look at it.

Tony shook his head. I cant get rid of it, Sarah.

She raised an eyebrow. Oh? And why not?

He paused for a moment, then shrugged. I dont know. I suppose I just need to keep it until I can give it back to the person I took it from in the first place.

Sarah smiled faintly. HmmWhod you take it from in the beginning?

Her husbands face grew stony, and he said nothing.

Sarah was surprised. Tony? she asked coaxingly.

Tony shook his head again, silent.

She was slightly irritated. Okay she sighed slowly, then reached over and turned off the lamp next to her bed.

Good night, Tony.

He grunted in reply.

She narrowed her eyes in mild annoyance, but did nothing. Sarah turned over on her side, then quickly fell asleep.

Tony glanced over at her, then quietly got up and picked the doll up from the dresser. He went over to the foot of the bed and sat, the doll lying in his palm. He gently prodded it with a finger. The head tilted up, and it grinned sweetly. Tony smiled dimly at the dolls face while his mind floated somewhere else.

He didnt know why they did it. It had all happened too fast for him to remember. The woman screaming in helpless rage and fright, and her little girl shrieking in complete terror, clutching to her a little doll with a pink dress.

One of the older, more seasoned veterans barked a question harshly at the mother, who shook her head and yelped something in Vietnamese. She didnt speak English.

The veteran snorted in contempt, and raised his rifle, pointing it at the womans head. Either she doesnt know anything, or shes a VC. He squinted, taking aim, and smoothly gripped the trigger. He smiled evilly. Im going with VC.

Tony didnt know what to do. He was completely frozen with disgust and fear as the veteran pulled the trigger, and a loud crack filled the air.

The child screamed piercingly as her mother crumpled to the ground. She waddled closer to her mother and began to cry, tears splashing down her little face.

The veteran then turned his gun to the little girl.

She knew what was going to happen. She looked from the man with the gun to Tony and yelled for all her worth. Her eyes were wide with dread, and she stared helplessly at Tony

ReadyAim

NO! Tony lashed out and struck at the soldier, knocking the gun away. Dont you dare!

The veteran stared at him in surprise and anger. The rifle hung at his side.

What the f**k, man? You ruining my fun, Greenhorn.

The other veterans began to also voice their disapproval at Tonys actions. Suddenly, everyone halted when a sharp snap filled the air behind them. They all spun around.

It was a different squad leader. He looked over at the woman lying still in the road, and then at Tony and the veteran as well as the veterans comrades, and quickly pieced things together.

His face was pure revulsion. What did you just do? the man barked. You killed an innocent civilian! A mother!

The veteran who had killed the woman froze.

The squad leader then instinctively knew who had done the killing.

You he pointed a finger at the killer. What is your name? he hissed softly.

The soldier gulped, his stupid and evil action finally beginning to come
to him. Hubert, Mark Hubert, sir.

You dare speak to me after you just killed an innocent woman? And tried to kill her child? He shook with rage. Drop the gun. The soldier did so. Now, follow me. The squad leader came over and roughly began to drag the soldier away.

The other comrades began to try to slink away discreetly, but the leader saw them.

Stop! He shouted. The comrades froze.

Come with me, you stupid bastards. Im not done with you, either.

The comrades slowly walked over and joined their killer-friend. Tony remained motionless.

The squad leaders eyes flickered at Tony. He knew that he was innocent. Give this woman a proper burial, boy. He said quietly.

Yes sir.

The squad leader nodded his thanks. Thank you. By the way, whats your name?

Tony, still in shock after the womans killing, stuttered slightly. Tony
Conatti, sir.

Thanks again. The squad leader then began to march the comrades off.

Tony was crying as he buried the woman.

Later, when Tony was in the barracks, staring up at the ceiling, one of the comrades came over. Tony froze when he saw them.

Hey, dipshit. Heres a gift from your VC whore. The comrade snorted
and tossed a small object at Tony. He caught it unconsciously and glanced up just as the man came closer until they were nearly face-to-face.

"The next time I see you," he whispered gently, "I'm going to make sure you don't live through the encounter."

The two stared solidly at each other before the comrade abruptly stood up and rolled his shoulders. Silence, then the man backed off and walked away.

Tony realized something was in his hand.

It was the doll.
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Meh. Totally unrealistic but nevertheless..
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PostPosted: Sun Mar 05, 2006 3:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Megan, your style is amazing. It's beautifully written with all the description my mad head desires!

And my story...on pause until my brain can think of things to match in it...I stopped when I couldn't think of a last name for Claire and why Gustavus was so bitter of her...and because I'm part lazy-beast. :P

My free-write here: eekk...I don't like macabre, but I wrote that! I guess macabre is the best way for me to get some emotion pumping.
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PostPosted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 11:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

@Megan: -Runs to get a German/english dictionary- -ponders over some pages- -smiles-. I agree with Pauline, you work words like a sculptor does clay, brilliantly!

Next chapter in the Raven series, and this one i'm a little...uh, shuddery with? I'm not very happy with it, but until I start revising through it, it'll remain how it is.

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Deep space, 16:36


Raven slammed his fist into the console angrily. The destination of the tiny ship was not of his choosing, and as it was carted across the universe, it made him more and more angry.

They had just finished tailing a Fendrin craft and failed. Together they had pelted across the stars, pumping their engines full of turbo fuel, until, eventually the earthen craft was forced to give up.

Raven looked at the lead pilot, who was staring blankly at the blast-proof screen. How much longer? He inquired.

Few minutes, then when we see earth well contact orbital

F**k orbital, take me straight down

Cant do that

Shut the hell up Veren!

She swerved the craft, so that all those who werent seated were thrown unceremoniously to their backsides.

Im taking you and the squad to orbital, get the f**k over it!

Hell Veren, youre one strong-willed b*tch, you know that? Said Raven, pulling himself up to his feet and strapping himself back into a seat. Now take me the hell to earth

No, Raven, you she trailed off, as the huge marble-like form of earth appeared. It slowly grew larger until, certain things were possible to identify, such as the mass of clouds that swirled around South America.

She opened up a contact with orbital, saying Current co-ordinates, and permission to land

A small and crackly voice replied over the radio. Granted, Alpha six

Confirmed Veren nodded approvingly as she looked across at Raven. What have you got against orbital anyway?

Death, failure, stupidity? Need I go on? Said Raven angrily, gripping the end of his seat a little too hard.

Most menre over it Raven, why arent you

There was more to it. We lost tactical superiority, and the Fendrin know how unskilled we are at space combat. Theyve preyed upon it, upon us. See how they know they can simply rule the area above our planet

We still roam free though mused Veren. We still arent under pressure from them

Bigger picture Veren

Which there isnt

Theyre ferrying supplies unmatched. Does orbital do anything

You have a voice feh a reason you know Raven

They refuse to look at it from behind their arrogant desks. I used to be proud to serve earth but now

Shut up big man, were landing anyway!

The ship started began to rattle as it slowed down, and Veren began to tap at a set of buttons, each bringing up a green light. Suddenly the rattling stopped as was replaced by a deep humming, and the craft slowed down suddenly.

C**p! Muttered Veren, stabbing the buttons and shoving a lever forwards. Low fuel! Damn you Fendrin bastards!

Raven looked back towards the bay of soldiers, all of whom exchanged worried looks. Veren slammed her boot down on a pedal, and wrenched back on the homing fork. The homing fork responded with a crunching, and with a slow grind, the ships engine stopped. But thankfully the remained level, thanks to the homing fork, which harnessed the earths gravity, slowly, dragging them to its surface.

Got what you wanted then she muttered darkly, glancing at Raven, and leaving her seat to march off down the corridor to her quarters.

Raven glanced at the men, and shrugged. At least were good to go now. And well he looked at her down the corridor. She seems to be unhappy

Do we prepare for an assault sir?

At ease men, Ive got some business to attend to, at raven wood replied Raven, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I have a serious mouthful to pour out at them

He looked back up, and then at the console. We still got the back up tanks Raven trailed off, raising an eyebrow at the squad.

He withdrew the lever from its position and quick-started the engines. The familiar crunching shook the ship, before suddenly the steady drifting movement was replaced by the normal drag of earths gravity, clawing at the ship, but failing as Raven drives the ship skilfully.


Youd think, with the experience gained during the phantom conflict, that earth generals, and commanders, would have some idea of ways to fight an inter-galactic war. Its hard to believe, an aeon from the current year that an empire will have arisen.

To give you an idea of the arrogance of the men on high places, here is a flashback of a conversation Raven had with the commander of orbital, Commander Nicky Rodgers.

Sir said Raven thoughtfully, barging straight into the room without knocking, or intercomming in to ask for permission.

A puzzled expression dances over the Commanders face, which is instantly replaced by a concerned frown. Raven, do you think you have sort of special power over me, or the other generals, all of whom knock?

Actually, Commander, to be honest, I do

In what way! Said Nicky indignantly, stamping a foot to the ground. You are not a man of politics Raven, I am!

Sir, let us not argue, were leaving the point

Ill point you in one direction, Commander Raven, and that direction is out

Shut the hell up. Dont even let me start listing the reasons youre an arrogant bastard Raven held up a hand, commanding Nickys silence. one, I have more combat experience. Two, Im actually out there taking out that fucking threat that is constantly knocking on earths doors. Are you commander?

If it werent for me, then there wouldnt be any air forces up here to defend earth in the first place

Raven tutted. He knew theyd gone way way off-topic, he should bring the back on track. Veren he said pointedly, tutting constantly.

Raven, you bastardGet the hell out my office

No. Now, back to the reason I came in here

Yes

Sir, why are we letting Fendrin shipments slip past us>

Theyre useless, hi-jacked one, and what was inside? Fucking food supplies

Sir, have you ever looked at the bigger picture?

I do all the time, everyday

Then, why havent you seen the fact they could be digging in, ready to stand it out on earth, somewhere we cant go. Somewhere maybe we dont know?

Rubbish muttered Nicky, turning away to the small window behind him.

Its not protested Raven, knowing hed lost the commanders interest, and wasted his patience.

Now get the hell out of my office, before I call the faction to take you away

I am the faction you fool! Said Raven, as he opened the door via the console on its left. And should you carry on with this foolery he lowered his eyelids, and muttered darkly Youll pay for costing earth its final perimeter fence!
















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PostPosted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

@No one in particular: Boo

Sorry. I'm just kidding.

@Matt: I'm not familiar with your Raven series, I'm going to hae to to a reconissance over the last few pages to find out what its about. But I like your style of writing, and I've seen you Role-Play in various RPs. You seem to be doing very well. Good job.

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"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

A raspy, thin voice called out at someone that was hiding behind wooden poles. The man with the voice carried a long, wicked dagger that had only one obvious purpose. Murder. The voice repeated itself endlessly, echoing strangely among the parking lot. It was 12:00 PM exactly. Not really a time to be out. The voice repeated annoyingly, yet again, hoping to get something in response. Such as the game, 'Marco? Polo!'. Only this time, if you said 'Polo!', it wasnt your hiding spot that would be lost. It would be your life.

A younger child, barely 7, was crouching behind a pole that the man couldnt see. Or at least he hoped that. He had his arms clutched over his head as if it would protect him from all the evils in the world. How very wrong he was. He looked around, daring himself to peek out from behind his hiding spot. His eyes widened in stupefied horror.

The voice was gone.

The man was gone.

Any trace of him ever being there, was gone.

Cautiously, the boy stood up. In horror movies, this was the time when all hope was lost, and the bad guy jumped out from some weird spot like a pothole in the ground, grabbing at your pant leggings and pulling you down into a smelly Hell. That didnt happen to him. It was just quiet. Not too quiet. The young boy was used to these kinds of things.

Just quiet.

He listened for any possible sounds that would give away an unseen prescence.

None. Zip. Nada.

His lower lip trembled slightly. It was too dark. Luckily, there were lightpoles around that barely tapped the darkness that surrounded him. The moon was obscured by deathly looking clouds. Sweat began to perspire around his head. Thsi was too much. Suddenly, the lamp pole standing a few feet to the right of him went out. Just like that. No special effects, no sound to go with it, it just went out. Not even an electrical sound erupted from that point. It just went out like a lampshade. The lamp pole to the right of him went out. One by one, like random dominos being pushed by invinsible hands, the lights went out, until the only comfort he had was that death would come soon.

Total darkness surrounded him. He took a step foward.

Nothing.

Another step.

He might actually get out of this alive!

Another step. And another. And another. Until he was practically running. He was actually escaping! Even though he was blind and couldnt see anything at all, he was escaping!

How very wrong he was.

A dark forlorn shape he hadnt seen earlier, disguised by the companon he had, which was that of darkness, suddenly moved. A hand shot out, grabbing his leg, and pulling him towards it. The young boy screamed. A knife glinted by the moonlight. The knife plunged. The boy's scream was cut out. Just like that.

Just like a lampshade.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:36 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

WTF? Words escape me at this moment in time... All I can say is that it is DAMN good, but... so scary... I like it! :woot:

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Damn that muse. Damn her! I hate when they go on leave without having vacation time in their slot. Grr!

@Justin: Great voice, nice brutal and freaky idea. It's good to see you posting in Free Writing.

@Matt: The Raven tales just keep getting better as they go on. I can't wait to see more. And thanks for the compliment.

You too, Pauline.

I want to continue with Janay, but I'll do that later. Sad
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"Jesus, Frank, it's fucking freezing."

"Ah, shaddup. All you do is complain, Ned. Nyah nyah nyah. There is nothing resembling pertinance in your speech. Nothing."

"Dude, just because you got kicked out, and I'm warming up doesn't mean you have to get jealous."

"Hey, don't get started with me, PAL. I've been sitting here, with the goddamn kid for more than a week and a half. Don't cha think I'm going to get a LITTLE irritated?"

"...No."

"Loser."

"Jerk. The only reason that Christine hooked up with you this year is because I was swarming with 'em."

"...You wait, man, you just wait."

"Three words: Kiss, my--HEY!! Dammit, let me back in. I demand rentry!"

"No can do, Ned. I told you I'd get back in. I TOLD you."

"...Bastard."

The penguins moved in closer, huddling for warmth and shuddering all the while as a fierce, brutal midwinter wind with fangs and claws tore down upon them. The circle, or, rather, the amobea, began to retract as the winds picked up and the snow, blowing about like a wintry tornado, seeped down onto their feathers and sapping their warmth.

Ned stood dejectedly at the rim of the blob, waiting for when he could have his turn back in.
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Get it? I kinda did...I dunno. I always wonder what penguins could say if they could talk. I think that in that knida weather, they'd cuss like crazy.
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PostPosted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Megan: That was adorable! Laughing Reminds me of March of the Penguins somehow... I :wub: Ned for some reason. He's just that gu- Penguin, sorry, penguin... that you pity and love to death.

I am firing her when she gets back. x. . . . Dammit, Musa...

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I never wanted to take the lives of innocent people, let alone womaen and children and the elderly who were trapped in a place of God. There was no honor, or justice, in what I did. I can still hear the tortured screams of those innocent people as the flames ate away at their very souls. I hope that God will forgive me, or at least show mercy, for my unforgiveable act against a house of His holy patronship.

Even now as I sit here, I pray forgiveness or mercy from His Lordship and His Son. The Reverend that was with us was killed for yelling at our commander, saying he was truly the Hell's Angel. The minister was executed on the spot, and we left his remains for scavengers.

I am preparing for a bolt to strike me down at any possible moment. I'd rather die than have to live with these sins...

The screams still echo in my ears...

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Meeeehhhhhhhhhh... I am dreadful without my muse. TT_TT
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I sat down,I stood up,down again.I was a nervous wreck.But it wasn't my fault,hospitals always made me nervous.The way they smelled.I don't mean the smell of medication and pine scented floor cleaner.That smell of pain,saddness,and death.It loomeed over the place like an invisable mist,wrapping itself around anyone who came in contact with it.I sat down a picked up a magazine.One called reader's weekly.Some time passed then I heard my name being called. "Lily DeMuth,Dr.Randoff wants you."I bolted upwards. Then I saw him,Dr.Randoff.


"Is something wrong with Mom?"I said my chocolate colored eyes boaring into the young doctor's sky blue ones.I ran one big hand through his sandy hair.He bite his lip "Lily we've done all we can but we're gonna lose them."
My eyes widened and I felt a lump form in my throat."But you said that a c-section is a standard operation.You said that Mom and the baby would be fine.You said noone would die!"I noticed everyone in the waiting room was staring.
I didn't blame them,after all how often do you see a fifteen-year-old chew out a docter?


Dr.Randoff eyes went downcast his voice low"I know what I said.But doctors can only be right so many times.Not every prediction can be right.In this world people die.Only so many can live."
I was shocked to here myself coldly reply"But my mom isn't one of those people. [i]To Be Contniued[/i] _______________________________________________________
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@Nilitac: You need to give yourself a lot more credit then you do. ^_^

Alright, I took a break from writing for a little while, to get my head straight on a certain situation going on in my life right now. But all is well again, and now I present chapter 4 of my Racism Story.

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It was not yet dawn, the sun was barely shining behind the mountaintop, as if hiding itself from the dangers that were lurking in the future.

A small boat was spotted on the Tethe'allan River, heading towards the snowing sea mountains that spiked up in the Flanoir region. Within this valley of death for all ships that passed through lurked a small causeway, just big a enough for a ship to pass through, at the end of this causeway was a small base, hidden from the world. This was the Renegades Fortress, home of the former Cruxis member and leader of the Renegades, known only as Yuan.

Genis would be found on this small little barge, sea green orbs gazing forward towards the icy region of Flanoir. Soon, the Captain of the ship would come down from the Bow and walk over to Genis.

"Alright lad, we're almost at yer destination. Now, do ye mind tellin' me why ye be wantin' to go to Sea Mountain Range in Flanoir?"

Genis would turn and face the captain, an emotionless gaze was directed to him.

"I'm sorry sir, I cannot say why, it's a private matter."

"...I see. Aye, I understand. Ye have a dark aura around yerself half-elf. Yer intentions be good, but I doubt what yer planning will work..."

With that, the captain would turn his back to Genis and head back to the bow.

"I'll be expectin' a lot more people to be on this here ship when ye return...."

The half-elf would look at the man with interest...he knew. This guy was as sharp as a tack. With that, he would turn back towards the mountains that lay in front of him, delaying his date with destiny.

A few minutes would pass, and the ship would guide itself through the narrow causeway, avoiding it's death and destruction on many a basis. When they finally would reach the docks, the half-elvan lad would exit the boat, and nod in appreciation to the captian.

"Thank-you sir, I shall return soon."

"Aye, you take care of yerself now, ye'hear?"

The small half-elvan boy would form a fake smile, and then walk towards the Renegades base. Leaving the Captain to stand on the dock by himself.

"...Go on lad, meet yer date with destiny head on."

The small half-elvan lad would wander up to the door of the base. Blocking his path were two half-elvan soldiers in red uniforms.

"..Halt! State your business."

"...I am here to see Lord Yuan. Tell him Genis Sage wishes to speak with him."

"...Genis!"

A tall man would walk out of the base, his green hair tied into a ponytail, charcoal black orbs gazing towards the figure of the small half-elf.

"It's been awhile Yuan."

"Indeed...far too long...So why is it that you have come to see me?"

"I need to use that teleporter that you created a few months ago."

"..You're going to Exire? What for?"

"...I'm tired of running Yuan. I'm rallying the half-elves. I'm going to fight back!"

"...I can see the fire in your eyes Genis, your determination is great...."

Charcoal hues would look down at the ground for a moment, as if he was lost in thought.

"...Very well Genis. I will let you use the teleporter. Follow me."

With that, the tall man would lead the small half-elvan boy to a large chamber. Three half-elves in white laboratory coats would be seen pushing buttons and reading notes. The tall man would gaze over to the female half-elf.

"Is everything ready? We have our guinea pig right here. He wants to go to Exire, let the Elder know immediantly. Send a carrierpigeon if you have to."

"Yes sir...but why is this small boy go-"

"That doesn't matter right now, just do as I say!"

"Ye-Yes Lord Yuan! I'm sorry sir!"

At that point, the message would be sent to the Elder, while the three scientists frantically worked to activate the portal and prepare the half-elvan lad for the journey. After a few minutes, everything was all set. It was time to go.

Charcoal black orbs would gaze over to the form of the half-elvan lad.

"So, you're all set. You better get going. I'm sure everything will work out for the best....Good luck Genis."

"Thank-you Yuan...for everything."

With that, the small half-elvan lad would walk and stand on the giant platform as he was instructed to do. The scientists would begin flipping switches and pulling levers. Soon, the portal would roar to life, electricity flowing from the machine at it's side to the platform, the energy would errupt in a cataclysmic explosion, and be sucked into a worm hole, taking the half-elvan lad with it.

"....Good-luck Genis."

Charcoal black orbs would gaze over to nearby Renegade soldier.

"Gather all of the soldiers together and wait outside by the docks."

"Yes-sir, but why?"

"...We're going to be expecting a ride soon from a certain ferry captain as soon as his customer returns."

"Understood sir."

With that, the tall green-haired man would be left all alone inside the large room. He would look up at the sky.

"Martel...guide him to victory...let him have a fighting chance."
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 4:59 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Very good, Josh, very very good. However, remember to use 'an' when dealing with words using vowels as the first letter. Wink IE:

[quote]
Genis would turn and face the captain, a[b]n[/b] emotionless gaze was directed to him.[/quote]

;)

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I am undergoing a Fatal Frame obsession at the moment. :ph34r: Please, please forgive me... but this is long-winded. I always wondered how Miku's dreams in FF3 wents, before Rei started connecting into them. Plus, it started as an english journal entry, which I think I'll be getting back next week... so this is a guess on what I wrote. :unsure:

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The mysterious footsteps led to a dark, sinister-looking Japanese mansion hidden deep inside the midnight forest, the shadows playing tricks on her smouldering hazel eyes. The somehow-musical sound of something pinging against another object - was it a bell? - rang through the empty courtyard.

A Shinto gate, painted red, stood just behind her, the pole of it on the left decorated with dangling sacred ropes and charms. The pole on its right was decorated with numerous pictures of the Buddha, and the most common one was him sitting on a lotus flower with a joyful smile on his face. The shadows cast from the light in her blue flashlight, however, changed his enigmatic appearance into a sinister, stern man, and the flower looked wilted.

She took a deep breath, which was shuddery, and opened the door, her teeth chattering slightly. For a fleeting moment, she saw someone, a young girl wearing a red and white shrine maiden dress, before they vanished into a door near a blue lantern. She closed her eyes, sighing softly, and suddenly, she was back outside, the smells of the forest filling her nose. Snow fell thickly around her, and for a long while, she heard a quiet song, like a lullabye.

"Sleep, priestess, lie in peace
Sleep, priestess, lie in peace
Should the priestess wake from her dream
Perform the rite of stakes, her limbs pinned tight
Lest the doors open wide..."

She couldn't hear much after the fifth line, but the song sent an unpleasant shiver down her song. Without warning, the song was replaced by static, the sounds of rope being pulled tightly, the sound of hammering, and an ear-shattering scream-

Miku Hinasaki sat bolt upright, shaking all over. [i]That dream again... Why...[/i] She looked at the photo on her desk, and blinked back tears as she laid it down on the photo's face. [i]I can't bear to look at this photo anymore... I'd better put it away...[/i]

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Huh... that turned out better than what I originally wrote...
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