The Freewriting thread

[VincentValentine13]

This is just the begining of a short story I'm writing now. Go ahead and tell me what you think. I'm not too practiced when it comes to romance, so give me your thoughts, please. They would be most helpful!

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"Stop, gypsie! Stop!" She heard someone shout from behind her. She turned around to see two men chasing her. They were large, hulky men, and pushed their way through the crowded streets in their puruit.

She was breathing hard, and her hair and dress ornaments jingled loudly, probably helping the men follow her. She cursed her luck at picking the pocket of the man. She thought he was drunk, and he was. But when he asked for something from her, somewhat forcefully, and she refused, the struggle between them caused his purse to fall off of her belt. That was when he and his friend began their chase.

"Don't these brutes ever give up?" she panted to herself. She glanced back again, and nearly tripped over a hole in the cobblestone streets. The men were gaining, and fast, and there was no way she could outrun them forever.

The crowd became more busy as she went on, and even all the pushing and shoving she did got her almost nowhere. She couldn't go to the soldiers of the city, for what would they do but arrest her? She couldn't ask for help from other citizens for the exact same reason; after all, she was a gypsie.

Suddenly, a hand clapped tightly over her mouth, and another went over her shoulder. She felt herself being pulled backward by some unseen assailant, and she struggled to get free, but to no avail. With one final tug, she was pulled backward into an alley way and whisked behind a stack of barrels and crates that smelled of fish. The floor was slick here, and she almost slipped, but the hands held her firmly up. At that moment, her previous attackers ran past, looking confused as to where their target had gone. A horriifying feeling swept through her body as she realized that her current attacker may be with the other two, but she heard no voice from the person holding her, and the men finally left without noticing her at all.

As soon as the two walked away, she turned around when she felt the hands remove themselves. She whipped around to see a man standing before her.
His eyes were a lovely sea-green color, that seemed to shine even in the dim light. A smile was on his lips, which were linned by a hint of a beard. His skin was a dark tan, and below a faded, green bandana, a tumble of black, albeit slightly dirty, hair fell to his shoulders. He wore only a simple, linen shirt, darkened from being worn over so much time, and a pair of dark brown breeches. His hands looked rough as he reached up and stroked his chin, looking at the young woman before him.

"You're quite a feisty one," he said quietly, "What's your name, gypsie?"
She became appalled at this, probably because he looked like as much a ragamuffin as any gypsie had, but decided to answer him.

"Katrina," she answered quietly. The man continued to look at her eyes, never leaving them for a moment. It went on like this for several moments, and Katrina began to feel herself blush.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" she demanded finally, "If you think I'm some kind of art piece, you should at least pay to look!"

"I may be no connesieur of art madam, but I do know lovely things when I see them."

"Keep those thoughts to yourself, sir!" Katrina spat. It startled her to see a truly hurt look in his eyes.

"Miss, you've hurt me. I would never dream of such a thing, especially in regards to someone as pretty as you..."

"So, are you trying to lure me in with pretty words, sir?" she asked, still quite uncertain about the man. She had met many men like this one, who would say nice things and then turn out to be no more then a vile lech.

"No," the man said simply, "I only wished to help you escape from the situation you were in, and to introduce myself."

"Why? So that you can give the soldiers my name when you turn me in?"

"Why should I turn you in? You have done me no wrong."

This stopped Katrina for a moment. Finally, she spat, "Do not act as if you didn't see it. I stole from those men that you 'saved' me from. I know I'm not welcome here, so why do you delay my fate?"

"Because I have no interest in handing you over to the guards," the man replied simply, "And besides, if you hadn't stolen from them, I probably would have." He added this last bit with a laugh, a quiet yet full chuckle that made Katrina smile slightly, despite herself.
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You Know You Love A French Prince!

[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

I'm too Lazy to comment to individuals.
Everyone: You guys rock at writing, keep it up.
This is a funny little piece that I wrote real quick in graphic arts, hope you enjoy.
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Rainy days and spiteful grins are what my life consists of. Though, no one really knows that. They dont really care either; Im not real, at least not to them. Im invisible, which suits me just fine, Id rather be invisible than the butt of all their arguments. Everything I did before I was invisible seemed to be wrong. Our usual conversations went a bit like this:

Jamie, you didnt clean the toilet right.
Hey moron, you just pissed in it.
I dont care, go clean it again.

Or my favorite one:

Jamie, it is your fault my back hurts.
And how is that?
I gave birth to you didnt I
Yeah, seventeen years ago.
Dont talk back to me!

Becoming invisible to them was the best thing that ever happened to me. I really didnt care that they acknowledged everyone else but me, it didnt bother me one bit. They were the sunny types, as long as the sun was out and shining, they were happy. If it rained they were the bitchiest people ever. That was why I liked the rain. It was a place where they would never go, I had it all to myself and when they saw me dancing in it, it was as if I was never born. It was a good thing we lived in Seattle.

[Alpha_zero]

That made me giggle, and think about stuff. I don't get noticed very much.

Raven isn't coming along to well, fantasy is flooding back into my cramped life, and writing is becoming something way down my list of things to do. Oh well, Someone else have a go!
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I came
I saw
I ripped over a damn rock.

[theWriter]

I'm having a block too. You passed on your stupid muse-less disease, Nilly! Damn it all!

@Karma: Good story. However, remember to double-space after each paragraph and space after a comma, quote, ect.

@Josh: You seem to be progressing with your story at a resonable pass. Keep it up and remember, still, to comment on the person above you. (i.e. Karma). What Nilly said about grammar was about what I was going to say, soo...

@Nilly: Veery creepy. I loved the ending. Why is it that creepy stories always have some sort of "song" associated with them? :blink:

@Vincent: Nice. You never struck me as the romance type. (Get Naomi to critique you, she's better at that than I).

[quote]I'm too Lazy to comment to individuals.[/quote]
@Naomi: Thou art a bum. But a well writing bum. Heretofore, I say: Good job. You rock my socks (or what's left, damn sock gnomes )...

@Matt: I know, I'm having the same issue too. Right now I'm continuing with Janay (you know, prosecutor gone drug dealer?) and...I'm trying to adapt a different style, not exactly replaying everything as it happens but instead getting the main stuff and jumping to different scenes. So far it's...eh.
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[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

Ok, I've decided to start my individual comments. Graphic arts bored me to near death, so I became lazy.

[b]Vincent:[/b] I loved your story, it was descriptive and well written. It could use some improvement, but I'll let it go, you gave fair warning. ^.^ You are very good at making character connections, you make it so you can almost here their words. Very good.

[b]Nilly:[/b] I love your stories, very suspenseful. You always seem to end a story at just the right moment, leaving the reader to anticipate what will come next. You're very descriptive too, you set up the scenes so that the reader can picture everything perfectly. In your second story, the 5th paragraph has a slight mistake. Shouldn't it say that the song sent a shiver down her 'spine' not her 'song'? You are an awesome writer.

[b]Karma:[/b] I enjoyed reading your story, but more paragraph spacing would've made it easier to read. Also, I think you should have added more of a plot set up and been more descriptive. It would have made your story even more enjoyable.

[b]Josh:[/b] Your story is coming along, I really like it.

[b]Matt:[/b] I was in the same rut a while ago, that's why I didn't post for a good while. Just be patient, writing will slowly move up on that list. ^.^

[b]Megan:[/b] I liked your penguin story. It caught me off guard at first, but at the end it made me laugh. Where do you come up with your ideas? You never seem to continue with just one story as everyone else does. You are very creative and an amazing writer.

[u][i][b]Uhh...I think I got everyone. Please tell me if I didn't. I'll try not too be so lazy next time. ^_^[/b][/i][/u]

[Drakedragon]

Eh, I guess I'll try something...

A pant, a heavy breath, reverberated through the air as a battered warrior stood with his Katana clutched in his left hand. Exhausted green eyes peered across the ten yards that seperated him and his mysterious opponent. His long black hair, normally kept in a ponytail, was half in its usual position and half all over his head. Sweat clung to his forehead, and his back in large amounts and his muscles screamed as he clutched his sword tightly.

His white samurai style shirt was tattered and sweaty, multiple tears and cuts located in various places, his large, baggy white pants in a similar state and his sandels no longer present, having snapped from action. He snarled as he got into a defensive stance, sword at eye length and pointed at his opponent, both hands clutching it tightly, legs spread out and feet pressed against the ground.

His enemy, a stranger covered by a cloak, black as the empty void, stood with all but the lower half of his face concealed. His lips were in a straight line. No smile, no smirk, no frown no nothing. Only a few strands of long dark violet hair stuck out from his hood.

[i]W...What is he?! When I agreed to track this man...I..I had no idea...[/i] The Samurai thought as he awaited his enemies movements.

What frightened him to the bone so much...was the fact that throughout this entire confrontation, he didn't land a single hit. His enemy was unscathed and yet he...he was being thrashed. He blinked as a gentle breeze blew by, but to him, it felt like heaven, as it cooled his sweat-covered body. He blinked...

For the last time.

In an instant, the stranger was in his face, a pair of glowing dark crimson eyes visible now as he brought up his right arm, revealing his dark gray shirt and black gloves that covered him. The Samurai yelped in surprise as he attempted to jump back...but...he froze. His limbs locked up on him, and refused to move, his sore muscles screamed in protest at his attempts to unanchor himself from the ground, all the while, the clawed hand of his enemy approached him.

Mere centimeters from his face, the Samurai screamed as the knives the being called fingers collided with his face, rending flesh and shattering bone, he pulled his arm up, slicing completely through the facial bones and exiting where his forehead would normally be. Blood and brains spewed out, following his motion as he removed his bloodied up hand from the mess and moved back away from the water works that were the samurai's entrails.

Yet still...still no smile. No smirk of accomplishment, not even a simple frown of disappointment.

Nothing.

Wordlessly, silently, quickly, he turned and walked into the woods, surrounding himself by the walls of trees and bushes as another watched, perched on a cliff high above him...

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

[quote="LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend (N."] In your second story, the 5th paragraph has a slight mistake. Shouldn't it say that the song sent a shiver down her 'spine' not her 'song'? You are an awesome writer. [/quote]
I realized that when I went to re-read it, but I couldn't edit it. >>

@Megan: The song is actually from the game, and it's a sort of lullabye. And music is half of my muse. >>;;

@Drake: Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... Just wow... o-o Amazing. Speechless, I am.

Will post something later, must get ready for school. Bleh.
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[Alpha_zero]

Ok, The raven stories are back on track...Kind of. ^_^

@Dragon god: Brilliant, very well written. I want more!

Here is my recent extract of chapter two, in my Raven series. Not very happy with this, at all!

[b]Chapter two [/b]

[b]The claws of life[/b]


The ship clumsily battled through earths atmosphere, thundering through it like a fireball in water. Suddenly, it calmed, and was zooming away, towards the land below it. Northern America, home to Raven wood, and the city of Afrethen, with the capacity to home 600000, but only the ability to job 200 of those thousand. That sort of trouble was casing America, Europe and Asia in rock, etching a future into young peoples mind.

The only place with capacity to hold them was earths now vast army. Raven was among one of last generations with the choice. Serve in the army, or suffer the mocking laughter of the world.


Raven spun the ships drop motors downwards, to slow the drop, throwing wind and air gushing over the landing joint. A branch of special factionists marched forwards to greet those who left the craft.

They stood, waiting, unmoving, and imposing. The automatic doors began to whir, and dropped to form a ramp, which the squad marched down, guns raised ready to fire should the need arise.

Raven nodded to the captain of the unit of special factionists, signalling he was an ally, and an important one at that. He led the soldiers to a large, blast-proof door, as were almost all of the army doors, and through it.

The skyscraper fingered the sky, like a hand twisting away upwards. It leapt 103 storeys, into the polluted sky, and watched as ships went about on their business, 300 feet from the earths surface.

Raven slowed his pace, as did his men, slouching slightly, letting their guns drop, and their guard. Now they were past this levels unit of special factionists, they were safe. Get on the wrong side of the faction, and expect more than just an ear bashing.

Raven was over-commander of the special faction, the silent commander, or silent partner. Though he owned a lot of it, he wasnt referred to during meetings, or as an equal to the faction. Instead, he was considered simply a bright, slightly arrogant s**t that worked in lesser realms of earths army.

Together, the group crowded into a lift, and somehow managed to tap a button sending them downwards. Suddenly, with a groan, and a small bounce that almost knocked Raven off his feet, but for the men around him that cushioned him.

Ok, guys file out, and take your leave. You all thoroughly deserve it!

SIR! They all shouted, attempted to salute with terrible results. There was a scrambling as a number of them were squeezed from the lifts interior, snorting indignantly. Others were simply crushed against walls.

And if youre going to ever salute to me in a lift again, which we SHOULDNT, let me get out first Raven groaned, pushing away the armoured bodysuits that were crowding around him.

There was a low rumble of Sorry Sir as the left the elevator. Raven grinned behind his helmet, tapping another button, and whizzing with the elevator to the commanders office.

There was a TING and the sleek metal lift opened.

What was revealed was a savage sight. Instead of being greeted by a smart man behind a large oak desk, Raven was thrust a ragged and tattered room, full of destruction and blaster shots.

There was a blooded body on the floor; its once precious life resource now a stain on the carpet. The windows were smashed, and a crater was carved in the mantel, probably rockets.

This was an assignation, probably of Fendrin doing. Raven scrambled out of the lift and over the desk to the blooded body. He leant down examining it, and tapping a button on the desk. EMERGENCY! THE COMMANDER IS DEAD, REPEAT, DEAD! SEND RESPONSE TEAM NOW!

He darted back over to the wall of windows, examining the shards they littered the floor. Moving faster every time he got up, Raven moved to the automatic doors, situated on the right wall, away from the windows and opposite the elevator.

Claw marks were drawn deep across the metal frame, as though an attempt to escape had been made. There were scorch marks around it, and a tiny flame. The disintegrator ray, had struck here.

Just to check, Raven felt along the doors wall, and found the small door. He swung it open, finding the commanders weapon stash. Sure enough the disintegrator ray was gone.

Then, without warning, the automatic door swooshed open in a rush of steam.

FREEZE! Shouted the first man to enter, swinging to face Raven, and raising his Auto-Rifle.

Woah big guy Said raven, raising his hands in mock fear. Please dont shoot!

Raven? the soldier inquired, inspecting the battle armour, and the scras if battle that were stretched across.

The one and only

Whatre you doing up here? Did you kill the Commander?

What do you think I am a communist?

A Fendrin is disguise? A morphon? (Morphon: A brred of Fendrin with the ability to shape-shift)

Nope

Ok then, whats your business around here?

Around them response was searching everything, everywhere for Fendrin, but finding none.

Came to see the commander. And hey.--he called to the response team. --Youre wasting youre time! Theyve gone--And he pointed to the window.

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I came
I saw
I ripped over a damn rock.

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

@Matt: Remember the period after normal declarative quotes. It's your friend. ;)

... got nothing today...
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Everytime a n00b does something stupid - spams, harasses, refuses to read the rules - I hit my head on the desk. Please dun mack my poor noggin suffer drain bamage.

[theWriter]

@Drake: Amazing, and I totally agree with the blinky face. Wow....

@Matt: Keep it comin', kiddo. Keep it coming. :)

@Lex: Thanks for the compliment. I had no idea where I got the idea, either. Oh yeah, I saw the word Antartica on a National Geographic magazine, and then thought "penguin" and then my dad cussed downstairs because he burned his finger and I thought "angry penguin." And thus it came to be.

Like Nilly, I am at a loss. So here is the worst story you'll ever read:
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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Megan. Megan was a perfectionist, and generally didn't mind school. She could get three hours of sleep and could survive.

But high school came along and shattered anything resembling sleep. Megan became...THE INSOMNIAC!!!

And now enters the character of divine evil, known to the state as CSAP and known to the world as testing. The schedule was more relaxed, that much was true: her school-day started at ten, and ended at two, but within that period of time was four hours of testing. Though it was easy, in fact, simply such, it wore at Megan's brain, causing her head to reel and her eyes to ache.

The Insomniac, no more.

No about ready to collapse in her seat, Megan announces to the world, "Good night."
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I'm tired, pissy, and grumpy. I hate testing. I wanna die....
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[Drakedragon]

@Matt: Nicely done. However, when you're referring to multiples floors of a structure, its 'Stories' not 'storeys'

I guess I'll continue the last from where I left off...

[b][u]Two Months Later...[/u][/b]

A horn siphoned through the air, calls of commanders, giving orders to prepare every raw recruit. They dawned their armor, their gauntlets and a pair of boots, everything they needed to prepare for the oncoming conflict. In groups of twelve, three in each row, they marched towards the gate.

When they arrived, they stood at their posts and lie in wait, for the enemy to attack. Five minutes, ten minutes and still no sign of the enemy, not one. Nerves went up, as time flew by, but still nothing.

Nothing.

Twenty minutes hit, they were sure that they'd come. Yet still, not one had arrived, soldiers' nerves high, but only some.

Then it came.

A boom of thunder, drew their sight to the once clear sky, as the rumble was heard and rolled on by. Dark clouds rolled in and to block out the sun, faster than they knew, this battle would be done. Then, a scout raised a hand and screamed aloud, "There! The enemy, but there's only one!"

Confused and surprised, they turned their gaze towards the vast rolling hill, expecting to see an army, but all went still. One league away, they saw it, a dark blotch against the vast green fields, yet undeniably real. A flicker of black light, the figure was near, almost instantly instilling the army with great fear. Closer it came, never stopping, no not once. This was no illusion or one of a magician's cheap stunts. Their foe used magic, one tainted and black.

Yet still, the army held fast and prepared for his arrival. The captain guard raised his sword with a loud battle cry, "Defend this city, until you die!" He cried aloud before he was silenced.

For out of nowhere an arrowed had flown, coming to imbed itself within his neck. With a surprised gurgle of blood he fell back onto the ground, growing cold very quickly, his men all afraid. To the fields they looked once more...a sight that made them wish they'd never stayed.

Two thousand, two thousand four, perhaps more. The green fields once lush and lively were stomped flat by an army of fell beasts and monsters, that came to feast on their innards. An army of orcs, trolls and wolves, they were, as well as the undead, who stood in front. Each soldier was in a suit of black armor, the mark of Magarai engraved on the helmets. A black eye, bright red in the center, outlined in crimson and dotted with dark green. For miles around, this army could be seen.

"Retreat!!" Called a rather cowardly soldier as he threw down his sword and shield, and ran away, away towards the opposite empty field.

Yet none moved, nobody fled, they only stood there and readied their weapons, even if it meant they'd wind up dead. Archers notched arrows onto their bows and aimed down and at the command of their leader they fired. All at once, a row fell, orcs and undead they all fell back, now dead. Archers reloaded and fired once more, another row, another group fell.

But now the enemy had reached their gates, trampling over the bodes of their fallen comrades. The trolls stepped forward and pounded on the city main gate, the gate slid back, but was pushed back into place. Soldiers rammed themselves against the door to keep it standing, yet they couldn't stop the trolls from knocking it down on them, crushing about a dozen at once. Another captain, tall and strong, in a suit of silvery armor, drew his longsword and pointed at the foe, orcs barreling in and ready to kill.

"Charge!" He shouted as he and his men charged forward, swords drawn and shields up.

Just as it seemed the fight would go on, lances came out, and leading to a great mauling of many a soldiers. One no four, maybe twice more. They were impaled upon the blades and tossed aside. Yet still they penetrated the deadly weapons and began to cut away at the enemy army. yet it couldn't be helped for one to think,

[i]Where is the Warlock?[/i]

This question was answered with a rush. As all over the battle, there came a great hush. Both sides stepped back and a circle was made in the center. Where the cloaked figure stood, ready to kill. It twas the same cloaked figure from two months ago, his face still hidden and still no smile on his lips. he raised his gaze to the men before him, glowing crimson eyes seen by all.

In the blink of an eye, an entire row would fall. Armor rended and flesh torn to pieces. Bones snapped and organs burst as bodies flew into the air, blood squirting through the emptiness above them. A soldier screamed and began to run, as did the others, seeing this fight was done. No not a fight,

This was a massacre.

In ten minutes time, they all were dead, yet still not a word was said. Their murderer, no smile, no smirk, no frown and no words spoken. He simply moved towads the next town, as the orcs and trolls pillaged and burned the small town down...

((...I suddenly realized there are alot of rhymes and half-rhymes in there...))

[VincentValentine13]

I relize this is poetry, but this is free-writing, right? This is actually a poem I wrote on this site, and ecided to use it for school, but I didn't post it here initially. I wanted to, but didn't. Still, I decided that I would put it where it...*sniff* trully belongs *sniff*

A long time ago, in a valley of green,
There lived a young lass named Sally OMally.
Sally was young, as young as can be,
So young that the people of that fair valley,
Said there was none so innocent as Sally OMally.

Sally was beautiful, and really quite fair,
And stories all over told of her hair.
Her golden locks that shimmered and shone,
And her teeth that were as white as ivory bone.

And then a young sir met Sally OMally,
His heart was to hers, and he dreamt often of the valley,
Where the love of his life did live in laughter,
And his thoughts would never leave her from then after.

He dreamed of her often, but never did he speak,
Just being around her made him quite weak.
And so it happened, in this green valley,
That another took the hand of Sally OMally.

Yes another did she wed, under the grey moonlight,
And our young sir stood not far from her side,
He was after all, the brother-in-law of the bride.
He looked at her beauty, and then her husband too,
And in his mind, he knew just what he had to do.

His brother had taken his one true love,
The one that he had wanted more above,
Then any other woman, in that valley so green,
So he called up a friend whose skin had a silvery sheen,
And went out of carry out his dark deed.

In the silent, silent night, under the black sky,
His silvery friend held up high head,
In the silent, silent night, from his brothers marriage bed,
The crimson river flowed down to the floor, quite red.

The river flowed, from not one source, but three,
And mourning cries went up from that green valley.
The night of new love had been spoiled quite quickly,
And that night, the golden head of a fair lass was covered in red;
Still and silent laid the head of Sally OMally

And the green valley did die after the deaths,
And nothing but brown leaves litter the ground.
Up from that ground, on nights of silver light, comes the spirit of a lady.
A lady so sad, from the lost love of that valley, which was killed, oh so sound
The sad, sad ghost of Sally OMally.
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You Know You Love A French Prince!

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

Vincent: Wow. WOW. WOW!!

Drake: As usual, I have no words.

Megan: That was a true pick-me-up. Keep it up!

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I half-way found my muse... Her name is undecided. And [b]damn it all[/b], she ROCKS!! This is a cute ficcy. ^_^ I only own Ruo and Jasmine (well, half of her, the name wasn't my idea, plus she's the daughter of Lyla and Ruo). Lyla and the other half of Jasmine belongs to Sarah_K_O_M. The plot is me own. The song is not mine; it belongs to Aerosmith.

Also, Lyla and Ruo are no longer Anorexic after long months of therapy and helping each other. Aww. ^_^
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The soft sound of a baby crying echoed through the silent, currently empty house, everyone having long-since gone to sleep. Lyla, yawning a little, got up from the bed and opened the door connecting her and Ruo's room to the next one over.

The room was small, but not so small as to be called cramped. It was cozy, simply put. A window was opened a crack to let a small breeze in, and a cat slept in the rocking chair at the end of the blue and green crib. The floor was covered in a thick, plushy, and pink carpet that spanned the whole width and length; some of the carpet was covered by numerous pieces of furniture.

In the crib, an infant cried faintly, having had a nightmare. Lyla picked her up gently, holding her close and humming softly to calm her down. The baby girl opened up her blue-and-silver eyes, which were still a little crossed, but they focused on her mother for a moment before going crossed again. Her scalp was dusted with feathery tufts of black hair, and the young mother lightly kissed her daughter on the forehead as she started crying again.

"Hush, little one," Lyla whispered, sitting down in the rocking chair after prodding the cat awake and having it jump off. The moonlight made her dark skin look a shade lighter. She gently rocked the chair back and forth, and eventually the infant closed her eyes and fell asleep, one hand curled into a fist around her mother's index finger. [i]She's got a grip, I'll say that much,[/i] she thought, smiling tenderly.

Ruo, who was tanned skinned, appeared beside her and kneeled by the chair, being careful to not get his feet crushed under the rocker, and whispered, "You're a great mother, Lyla. Don't say you aren't. I virtually never had one because mine was never around."

"I'm not that great... My own mother never cared." The baby woke up at hearing her parents hushed voices, and she giggled as her father tickled her under the chin.

[i]I could stay awake, just to hear your breathing
Watch you smile as you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming,
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender,
I could stay lost in this moment forever,
When every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure[/i]

"Jasmine looks a lot like you," said Ruo softly, smiling. He nuzzled Lyla with his nose as she rested her head on his own, and both watched their daughter stare as the kitten batted a paw at a moth that was flying around.

[i]I don't wanna close my eyes,
I don't wanna fall asleep,
Cause I'd miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing,
Cause even when I dream of you,
The sweetest dream would never do,
I'd still miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing.[/i]

"She's got your hair."

"Our eyes."

Lyla couldn't help but smile at that; as Jasmine made a small gurgling laugh as the moth landed on the cat's nose, as if teasing it, Ruo stood up and turned the switch on the musicbox to make it play again. A soft song played, the tune merry and quiet, and Ruo, after asking Lyla, held Jasmine in his own arms, looking at their infant daughter in wonderment.

"She's so tiny." Lyla giggled.

"She's barely two months old and a few weeks earlier than the due date, so that's to be expected," said his fiance, playfully ruffling his ebony hair. Jasmie snuggled up to her father, yawning quietly. He couldn't stop himself from smiling as she closed her eyes and fell asleep, her face peaceful. He gently rested her back in the crib, covering her up to her shoulders. Lyla hugged him with an arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Her brown hair fell around their shoulders, and her one silver eye and her one brown eye looked up at him as he sniffled slightly.

"Something wrong?" she asked quietly, turning slightly.

"I... It's nothing. I just... I just wish my mom hadn't been such a far-away person... A-and now that she's gone, I don't know how to ask her how to care for you and Jasmine," he replied softly, his voice cracking as he held back tears.

[i]Lying close to you,
feeling your heart beating,
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming,
Wondering if it's me you're seeing,
And then I kiss your eyes,
And thank God we're together,
I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever,
Forever and ever.[/i]

Lyla held him tightly as he cried, letting him sob quietly into her shoulder. She didn't shun him for his weakness; she loved him for it because it meant he was still human. She could hear his heartbeat near her ear, and she closed her eyes as he whispered, "Thanks for listening, Lyla..."

"It's what I do," she said quietly, smiling. "Don't ever be afraid to cry, Ruo. Ever. I was, and it got me to where I could have died from being so sick. If it hadn't been for you, I'd never be here with the family I'd always dreamed of..."

[i] I don't wanna close my eyes,
I don't wanna fall asleep,
Cause I'd miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing,
Cause even when I dream of you,
The sweetest dream would never do,
I'd still miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing.

And I don't wanna miss one smile,
I don't wanna miss one kiss,
I just wanna be with you,
Right here with you, just like this,
Well I just wanna hold you close,
And feel your heart so close to mine,
And just stay here in this moment,
For all the rest of time
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah[/i]

Ruo wiped his eyes with the back of a hand, and looked at Jasmine's sleeping form. "I'd never dreamed of being with a family, with a wife-to-be and a beautiful daughter... I was scared I'd never fall in love at all... especially not with a girl who, even now, is smart, beautiful, and indescribably amazing." Her face tinged pink for a moment, and she leaned into him, hugging him.

[i] I don't wanna close my eyes,
I don't wanna fall asleep,
Cause I'd miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing,
Cause even when I dream of you,
The sweetest dream would never ever do,
I'd still miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing.

I don't wanna close my eyes,
I don't wanna fall asleep,
Cause I'd miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing,
Cause even when I dream of you,
The sweetest dream would never ever do,
I'd still miss you babe,
And I don't wanna miss a thing.[/i]

They stood there for a long while, until the song playing somewhere down the hall slowly faded away, just enjoying being so close. A lot of the time, Ruo never wanted to let go of an embrace with Lyla, and she never wanted him to let go. Though they eventually came out of the hug, they stayed that way in their hearts.

They fell asleep in their room with Lyla curled up by him and quietly breathing near his right ear. Ruo had his left arm draped around her waist, holding her close, and if one looked at them, one would never ever guess the problems they'd had before they met each other. Before he had fallen asleep, he'd watched her sleep, the steady breath on his ear slowly making him close his own eyes and drift to sleep.

[i]Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah
I don't wanna miss a thing [/i]
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Okay, I winged it immensely, but I :wub: it. :wub: As you can guess, quite a few of our pairings in that RP are cross-racial, but it just goes to show that anyone can fall in lub. Love. However people spell it these days. ^^;
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Vincent: Very impressive.

Drake: Your story is so good...it's hard for me to think of words to describe how good it truely is.

Megan: Good as always.

Nilly: :wub: <---Sums it up

Alright, time for the next chapter, it'll look a bit strange due to lyrics being thrown in, but being used as a speech...you'll see what I mean.

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"...Awaken Genis Sage!"

The half-elvan lads eyes would force themselves open. Conciousness finally regained, he would attempt to stand on his own free will, only to find that his body was not fully recovered from his recent teleportation.

Soon, he would find himself in the arms of a tall, muscular half-elf. Sea green orbs would gaze up towards the mans cold, emotionless face.

"Yuan told me of your arrivial...but why is it you've come here?"

Genis, still not fully recovered from the teleporter, could only stare into the half-elves eyes.

"...Your eyes show all. You wish to rally the half-elves to fight along side you against the humans...If only it was that simple....You see lad, these half-elves are afraid, they are afraid that the elves may conspire against us as well."

Genis, finally gaining the ability to stand on his own free will, would push himself off the muscular man and stand up. He would then turn and face the man.

"...They fear the elves as well...."

"Indeed....I have tried to persuade them other wise, but their too scared...if only there was something we could say to them..."

"...Elder...I know what I must do...Gather all of the civilians in front of the Shrine of Maxwell. I will persuade them."

With that, Genis would walk away from the Elder and head towards the Shrine of Maxwell. A grave-stone that tributed to their Summon Spirit that gave them flight.

Dawn had risen, the sun at his back, Genis would stand before his newest crowd of curious civilians. Sea-green orbs gazing apon every last one of them.

"My brothers and sisters, heed my words!"

Silence would envelope apon the crowd, all eyes towards Genis, listening intentively.

"For too long have we let the humans walk all over us like we're nothing! For too long have we stood around and let them excute our families just because they were half elven. Even these new rights given to the half-elves from their savior, from the Chosen of Mana himself, have done no good. Humans still riot in the streets, burning, wrecking, destroying...killing anything that looks, smells, or sounds like a half-elf...[b]Well no more![/b]"

Genis would gaze out towards the half-elves, they all seemed to be entraced in his words. He had them right where he wanted them.

[i]Rise inside (free your mind!)
Raise your fist (to signify!)
We stand in defiance, of hatred and deception,
If i stand alone i will fight for you![/i]

[i]The time has come to make a difference.
Why have we forsaken love?
The time has come to raise our voices,
so rise up and fight with me![/i]

[i]Embrace what we have,
For it might be the last time![/i]

[i]In this life (in this life),
We will rise (we will rise),
If we find the strength to unify![/i]

[i]Hatred is a weakness...
You become the victim..[/i]

[i]And I believe love... will overcome![/i]

[i] The time has come to make a difference,
Why have we forsaken one another?
The time has come to raise our voices,
so rise up and fight with me!
The time has come to raise our voices,
so rise up and fight with me![/i]

[i]the time has come (the time has come)....
the time has come (the time has come)....
the time has come to rise inside![/i]

The crowd would roar with joy, they had seen the light! The Elder, amazed by Genis' words, would stand beside the young half-elf, and would speak to his people.

"My people! Heed his words! We must right this injustice apon the world! [b]WE STAND AND FIGHT![/b]

"[b]THE TIME HAS COME![/b]"

"[b]LET'S FIGHT BACK![/b]"

"[b]WE'LL RUN NO LONGER![/b]"

The shouts of plans would be music to Genis' ears. He would hold his hand up in the air, attempting to silenced the crowd.

"My people! Come with me, we shall use the teleporter that I came on!"

And with that, Genis would lead the large crowd towards the teleporter. When suddenly, a rouge figure would appear from the shadows of the tomb.

"....Go on Genis Sage...follow your path to destiny...so sayith the prophet of Seraphim..."

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Lyrics by: Killswitch Engage
Song Titled: Rise Inside

Well, hope you enjoy it. Because it begins to pick up from here.

[Dark_Soul676]

EDIT: Double Post.

[Honjetan]

@Nilly: Really good. I don't quite understand it, but it's good. By the way, what's a muse?

@Vincent: Just lovely. Positively lovely, 'ol chap.

@Josh: Seems pretty well for you. Keep going!

@Drake: A reiteration of what Josh said, it's good. Always.

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[b][u]The TV Problem[/u][/b]

"Don't touch that."

"Weeee!!!"

"No. Stop. Right now."

"Haha, this is fun!"

"Let go of me you little demon!"

"Your hair feels like silk."

"Back! Back I say!"

An aged man though, still in good shape, wrestled a young little boy off of his shoulders. He held the boy at arm's length away and gave him a look of utter distaste. He set him down and watched as the little munchkin ran off, tripping and falling flat on his face on the way. The boy jumped up with an energy he had not seen in his life for years, and continued running, screaming his head off. The old man sighed, wearily, and plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV in the process. Flipping lazily, he came to a channel about funerals. He frowned and changed the channel again. A commercial about retirement and 'letting it go' was showing. Muttering to himself grumpily, he changed the channel again, his hand gripping the remote tightly and his finger held down on the button in a hard manner. A commercial about giving up your life for God was showing. With a final cry of rage, he stood up slamming the remote down on the table while turning off the TV at the same time. The truth was, the old man didn't want to die. Not yet. In his late 70's, he knew that he didn't have much time left. The young child came running into the room again narrowly avoiding a pot of china making it tremble.

"Careful with that you vermin!"

"Sorry grandpa."

They held eye contact for a second or two, and then the child went screaming off again running through the house. The old man puffed out his cheeks in annoyance, blowing off hot air into the atmosphere.

[i]I wouldn't be surprised if he'd obliterated the entire half of the house already.[/i]

He thought to himself. He kept thoughts like this to himself all the time. They were not infrequent, not uncommon, they were quite the opposite in fact. His hands trembled as he picked up the remote yet again and flipped it on. He sighed with relief as he saw a porn show playing on. Then his mind went into overdrive and he fumbled with the remote, grabbing it as he accidentally flung it into the air. It went flying even higher with each attempted grab, and when he finally caught it, the young child again was back in the room, staring in awe at the TV. His mouth hung open wide, giving you the impression that his jaw would soon drop to the floor with a formidable smack. The old man changed the channel until it was up to Cartoon Network. The young child turned to the old man. The old man turned to the child. Yet again, they held eye contact. The child opened his mouth, raised his hand, raised a finger, as if to say something. Without another word, he turned and ran again, screaming through the house again. The grandpa sighed with relief [i]again[/i]. That was too close. No wait. It was close. No. It was past close. It was beyond the safe borders that he was accustomed to. That child had just seen pornography! No doubt about it, it would tramautize him for the rest of his life, affecting him in such a way that he would be slapping a spriteful young woman's bosom at any given moment and making hip thrusting moments when he was behind someone in the lunch line.

No doubt about it!

The child came screaming into the room again, throwing himself upon the couch and sitting down to watch Cartoon Network. The old man looked at him in annoyance, and decided to annoy him by changing the channel once. Surely it would not hurt if he... the old man lightly pressed the 'Up' command on the remote.

Instantaneously, the 'Discovery Channel' played as it showed a mother dog giving birth to baby pups. The child made a lurching noise and the old man fumbled yet again with the remote changing it to the next channel. The wrath of TV Hell showed itself upon him again as a show about selling knives appeared on TV each knife showed bigger than the last. The child showed unusual interest in this program however, and he got closer to the screen.

"Get back! You'll ruin your eyes!" The old man snapped.

"[i]Yes[/i] grandpa. Gosh." The child scooted back a centimeter. A centimeter! These kids these days thinking they were so clever... why... he ough to... The child scooted back up until he was up on the couch again. The grandpa cleared his throat. The child imitated him. The grandpa pierced him with a stare that he was sure would make the child scream and run back to the hallway which he had came from. To the old man's surprise, the child stared right back at him with a stare that convinced him that the child was posessed by a demon. He shook his head, reluctantly.

[i]A demon would surely behave better than that! No doubt about it![/i]

He continued grumbling when the child grabbed the remote off the table. The old man gave a exclamation of protest as the child started pressing random numbers over and over and over again. The old man snatched the controller away with frusturation and gave him a small slap. The child laughed and fell down on the floor. The old man looked down at him in disgust, a frown emanating on his face.

"Good riddance I say."

The child merely got back up, running around through the house yet again. The old man sighed and looked back at the TV.

A life insurance commercial played on the screen.
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[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

[quote="Honjetan (Justin)"] @Nilly: Really good. I don't quite understand it, but it's good. By the way, what's a muse? [/quote]
Justin: That was really good. ^_^ I can just see that happening... (A muse is basically a tiny person that sits on your shoulder giving you ideas. And only you can see that person. So when you talk to them out loud, you get weiird looks all the time.)[The story was about two characters in an RPG. They get together and have a daughter named Jasmine, basically.]

As usual, everyone, loving the stories!
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I'll write later, I'm trying to eat breakfast.
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Not bad Justin! The whole thing with the wired kid in the beginning reminds me of my brother when he was little !

Now, this is the begining of my new fanfiction. It's based around the game American McGee's Alice. I may put the whole thing in Fanfiction Critique if I thought people would read and review, you know?

Get the whole story through this link here. It's to FanFiction.net, because I haven't really gotten it on this site yet. Please tell me what you think! ^_^
I know it looks like a lot, but I swear that its good!
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But mum, father! You know how much hospitals give me the chills! Cant you imagine what bedlam would do to me?

This was the argument that Victor Liddell had presented his parents when they said he would be going to see his cousin, Alice, in the Rutledge's Psychological Ward. Victor was, as any cousin would have been, to learn that Alice had lost her family in a fire, but when his parents told him that she had become mentally unsound, he started to feel disturbed. He and Alice had been good friends when they were younger, playing games and reading stories; all the typical things a child would do. Perhaps it was the thought of seeing her in a catatonic state was what frightened him about going to see her. Not only that, but he would be going by himself, because his parent would be busy with work, and just couldnt get away. It had been a while since her parents had passed, and the doctors had told Victors parents that her condition had never grown any better, but slowly worse. They though that perhaps a visit from a friend would help her, so that was how Victor was chosen.

As he rode in the carriage to the Ward, Victors mind wandered through the many things he knew about Alice before the fire that claimed her life and sanity. She never had very many friends, mostly because people thought she had gone mad when she was a child, and wanted nothing to do with her. She had suffered from what the adults called hallucinations when she was only seven; though Victor personally believed they were simply dreams. Still, it was whispered that Alices mind was deteriorating, and that her parents simply were in denial for not putting her in a ward. Now that her parents were gone, Victors own parents placed Alice in Whittington, in the hopes that she would be safe. This ended up not being the case.

The carriage stopped in front of the stark, stone building that was Whittington Psycological Ward, and Victor stepped out, being sure to brush off his pants so there werent any wrinkles, and took his luggage down from the box behind the driver. After paying the man, he walked towards the doors, his stomach churning over what sights he may see through the metal, windowless doors.

The building itself had very few windows at all, but through even the closed ones, Victor could hear the cries of patients, the insane shrieks, mad sobs, and insane laughter of the residents. They all chilled Victors bones, but he walked as resolutely as he could through the doors. Inside, he was greeted by Doctor Burton, the man in charge of Alices case. He explained that Alice was stable, but required some kind of contact with another human.

But, if she is in a catatonic state, how can human contact help her? I mean, you can't tell if she is even listening, right? Victor asked as he watched a nurse help a raving man down the hall.

Its the only solution we have left for her, the doctor replied. At that moment, the raving man the nurse had been assisting came running back down the dim hall, grabbed another patient, and began to shake him with great force. Victor stepped back, horrified, but the doctor merely rushed to the two men, and with the help of other doctors, pried the lunatic away and stuck a syringe into the man that a nurse had brought. The man calmed almost immediately, and slumped onto the floor, a disturbing smile on his face.

Well now, Doctor Burton said, coming back as another doctor helped a nurse with the man, Shall we go see your cousin?

May I ask, doctor, Victor said, looking nervously around the hall they walked down, Is Alice.is she violent, like that man?

Doctor Burton took a deep sigh, then replied, Only every now and then. Most of the time, she is quite silent, and never spends time out of her room. Every now and then, though, she goes into a fit of rage, and must be sedated before shell calm down again.

Victor remained silent after that. It upset him to hear his dear cousin was mad, like that patient in the hall. Still, it didnt seem to be too much of a surprise. He had always guessed that rage was a part of being insane. After aall, why would they call it going mad?

Victor looked at the dismal state the ward was in. The lighting overhead was dim, the floors and walls were dingy, and the wholle place smelled of chemicals and uncleanliness. Over all, the place was as disturbing as the patients, and Victor wanted nothing more then to run out the door and go back home. Still, it was for Alices sake that he was making this trip, so the least he could do was see her once before running out of the building in a panic.

After what seemed like hours, Doctor Burton stopped in front of a door. The numbers on it seemed to have been scratched out, so Victor couldnt read them. Doctor Burton took out a set of keys and unlocked the door, then knocked gently. Victor couldnt be certain, but he thought he heard a small voice say quietly, Come in, but it was so still and weak, that he wasnt sure. Doctor Burton gave Victor a prepare yourself look, and pushed the door open.

A dreadful sight met Victors eyes. There, her knees clutched tightly to her chest, her hair an unclean and disheveled mess, sat Alice. She was gazing at the door with empty, green eyes. They reminded Victor of dog eyes, for there was almost no life in them at all. Alices skin was a sickly palour, and she was as skinny as match sticks.

Alice, you have a visitor today, Doctor Burton said gently. Alice didnt respond, but continued to look at Victor with those same, dead eyes. Its your cousin, Victor. Hes come all the way from Buckinghamshire to see you. Be sure to be on your best behavior. Doctor Burton said all these things in a very slow manner, and it reminded Victor of how a parent would speak to a young child, to be sure they understood. Go on and greet you cousin, Victor.

Victor stepped forward hesitantly, unsure of what to say. He had never dreamed that anyone he knew would end up like this. His own green eyes looked into Alices, but found he couldnt for long, and decided to look at her nose instead.

H-hello, Alice, he said cautiously, and Alice responded with nothing more then a slight sigh.

I shall leave you alone, Doctor Burton said, turning to leave. A nurse will be just outside if you need anything, or you see any sort of change.

Thank you, Victor nodded as Doctor Burton walked out the door. He looked around the room, trying to get a feel for what Alice had to deal with day in and day out.

The room was a small square, with bare, gray walls, and a single window next to the bed. The bed itself look as though it was lumpy, and hardly comfortable to sleep on, but Alice hardly seemed to notice. A small, metal chair was positioned next to the bed, in front of a table, probably for the doctor to take notes on. Victor placed his bag on the table, and sat down slowly on the chair, keeping his feet together and his hands on his lap.

So, um, ar you doing well here? Victor asked softly, unsure of what else to say. He never imagined he would speak with a mad person, and his parents had told him to not treat her any differently then he would any other person he would visit, so he decided to give the proper questions as a form of conversation.

Alice did not answer, so Victor just sighed and looked around the room again. No, I suppose you arent doing well at all. But that is to be expected after all. A long silence pervaded the room, and Alices eyes seemed to look at Victor with a certain degree of accusation. The silence was terribly uncomforatble, so Victor felt that maybe so reminiscing would help.

Do you remember when we were younger? How we used to play all sorts of games? Oh, the hours we spent cricket, or chess, and croquet when it was really nice out Alices eyes narrowed on the word croquet, and it made Victors stomach tighten. Okay, so maybe we didnt play that game too much, and I remember that you were never very fond of it. Still, we did have some good times over the old chess board, didnt we?

Alice glared at this, and Victor almost jumped up from his chair. It seemed Alice didnt like to talk about games, so he changed the subject.

Well, we did have lots of fun, didnt we? Remember how we would talk about the silly grown-up matters? Like boring books? I still dont like ones with no conversations, though I can read a book with no pictures.

Alice appeared to calm down again, so Victor continued. Speaking of books, I have met the most interesting man. He came to visit mother and father not too long ago, a Mr. Lewis Carroll. Yes, he was very polite, but I didnt listen too much. They talked about things concerning the church and government, so I grew bored and left. Still, before they grew dull, Mr. Carroll spoke of his interest in writing childrens literature. My father thought it was balderdash, to try and write something for children to read, but mother liked the idea. That was when you ended up in the conversation. They talked about, you, and Mr. Carroll had mentioned that he had been to see you.

Alice, who had been resting her head on her knees this whole time, lifted her head slightly, and her eyes showed a faint interest. This seemed good to Victor, so he went on. Yes, he talked about how he had written down everything you had told him, about Wonderland and all. My father said it was all rubbish, the ravings of a silly person. Victor decided to conceal what his father had really called Alice, and continued. Anyway, Mr. Carroll said that it may have seemed like nonsense, but that that was what he liked about it. He wanted to publish what he had written, but said that he would give the very first copy to you.

Victor looked into his bag and pulled out a simple book, a hard, green cover and white pages showing the newness of the text. This is it. Its actually two pieces. He put them together. Theyre called, Alice in Wonderland, and Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There. The titles are rather straight forward, arent they?

Alices eyes just narrowed again, and Victor cleared his throat. I remember what you told me about Wonderland. I think I liked the Cheshire Cat best. He seemed to be the most sensible to me. The thought of an endless tea party also seemed fun. Do you remember how we would play pretend Wonderland? You were always yourself, and I would be the others? I never much cared for playing the Duchess, but at least she had a small role. You always did have such a fantastic imagination, Alice.

Alice didnt respond, but simply laid down and placed her head on the flat pillow. Her eyes remain open, and she stared blankly at the ceiling. After another uncomfortable silence, Victor looked down at the book in his hand.

I have not read this yetshall I read some to you? Then we can see how well he wrote Wonderland. Alice didnt make any movement, and the only sound in the room was hers and Victors breathing as it echoed off the walls. Ill take that as a yes, Victor nodded, still nervous about how his cousin may react. Although the doctor had told Victors parents that Alice had raved about Wonderland, and that these fantasies may have been the cause of her mental instability, Victor felt that perhaps, since it was going to be a childrens story, it may do some good to take Alice into a happier place, or at least a less stark land.

Alice was beginning to get very tired Victor began. The story was very well written, even for a childrens story, and it looked like the real Alice was paying attention to the story; at least, it looked that way. All the way up to the Cheshire Cat, Alice seemed to listen. She lay on her side, her head still on her pillow, and her eyes still blank, as if she were far away, but listening all the same. However, when he reached the part about the Queen of Hearts, Alice took on a profound change. She clutched at her pillow, and looked like she was trying to rip it apart. Victor was startled out of his reading by this, and immediately closed the book. Alice continued to act violently, and Victor was at a loss at what he should do. He remembered that the nurse was outside, but then recalled how they just gave a shot of something to the lunatic in the hall, and decided to try and stop her himself. She may have scared him, but she was still his cousin.

Alice, Victor said gently, trying to do as the doctors had done with the man, Its alright, its alright. Just try and calm down. We dont have to read anymore. He reached out to her, his hands open, trying to touch her shoulder reassuringly. Alice just swung her pillow at him, and seemed to growl slightly. Victor jerked his hand back, and looked into Alices eyes. The girl seemed to be screaming in her eyes. They burned with anger, fear, hatred and so many other emotions running in her once dead eyes that Victor almost wished they would go back to their emotionless state.

Alice, please, its alright. Please, calm down, I dont want to call those nasty nurses in here. If you make me, though, I will, so please just calm down. It dont want them to give you any of those wretched shots, so please just stop!

This seemed to get through the tantrum, and Alice stopped for a moment. Quite suddenly, she flopped down on the bed and fell asleep. Victor was breathing faster then usual as he watched his cousins tantrum end. He moved his hand slowly and touched her shoulder gently, very lightly, not wanting to wake her. She didnt stir, and Victor sighed heavily. It was awful seeing the girl whom he had played with when they were young in such a state, but he knew that it was true. At first, he didnt quite believe it, but now that he had seen a small fit of rage, Victor knew that it was undeniable.

Victor spent the remainder of the day with his cousin. She slept the whole time, and Victor contented himself with reading the rest of Mr. Carrolls book. He must have read right through tea and supper, for he had gotten to the Ward late in the afternoon anyway. The sun was setting as he began to dose, and just as he finished reading about The Walrus and the Carpenter, he fell asleep.


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You Know You Love A French Prince!

[LexLuthorsVictimNJustAFriend]

I'm going to edit this and give my comments once I read all of your stories. Until then, enjoy this little piece of mine.
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I watched Jesse as he stared across the Rio Grande. His green flannel shirt flapped openly behind him as the wind began to kick up. I tried to keep the few loose strands of hair out of my eyes without much avail. I wanted to walk closer to my big brother, but I didnt dare move. I was afraid of snapping a few twigs underneath my small feet; I didnt want Jesse to know that I had followed him. The banks of the Rio Grande were his, not mine he deserved them more. A smile played at my lips as I began to remember the day my family had moved to New Mexico.

We were packed into our minivan, my parents and all six of us kids. It was hot, we were bored and I was the target.

MOM! I screamed. David stole my Oreos! My mom sighed and pain seared through my leg when David decided Id be better of with a Charlie horse. Mo-- I started to scream again, but one of my siblings clapped their hand over my mouth. I couldnt see which of my brothers it was; Id closed my eyes in hopes of fighting back the tears.

Dont be a baby, suck it up. David whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes, he remove his hand. I hung my head, it wasnt fair. Why couldnt I have been born into a different family? It was no fun being the youngest of six, much less the only girl. I stared at my hands, small and Oreo-less, it wasnt fair. I looked back up; ready to scream out to my mom again, but something was being shoved into my hands. I smiled and looked to my left where Jesse sat.

Im not in the mood for cookies. He grinned. I smiled once more before I shoved the cookie into my mouth. I ate them quietly while looking out the van windows. I basked in the scenery that surrounded our vehicle, it was amazing.

Look kids, our mom cried. Its the Rio Grande. I mouthed the name of the river silently and out of the corner of my eye I saw Jesse do the same.
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Jesse switched his weight onto his right side and sighed. He turned towards me, I froze. I wasnt supposed to be here this was his place. I turned to run, but my legs wouldnt move, they didnt want to. I didnt want to. I jumped when I felt Jesses hand come down on my shoulder. I started to apologize for following him, but he just laughed. He took my hand and led me to the edge of the river, something didnt make sense. He wasnt angry with me, not like my other brothers would be, but then again Jesse wasnt like my other brothers he never had been. He was my friend, my best friend, and by letting me stay on the banks with him, he told me something. The Rio Grande was mine as much as it was his, it had been ever since we moved here, and it just took me a while longer to understand that. But Jesse had always known that, my big brother had always known.

[Nilitac_Tesgrah]

That was really good, Lex!

Vincent: o.o suspensive... *shivers* Shiver me timbers...

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After seeing the movie [i]Spirited Away[/i] by Japanese director, Miyazaki, my muse, whose name is officially Undecided (seriously, that's her name now), gave me an idea for what happens about six years after the movie ended. It's not quite done... It's going to be a lot longer than this. KoHaku is not yet in it, though.

Basically, Shizuka and the school and all in the school are mine. The school, which borders exactly in between the spirit world and the human world, is a geisha school, and Shizuka hates every minute of it. Especially dancing because the Shimasu Octuplets, as they're known, love to mess her up during all of the dances she plays a major role in. You'll find her what her only comfort is.

Also, the school is also well-known for its hatred of dragons, especially male dragons. All female dragons are set free.

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Soft orchestra music drifted through the air, echoing faintly in the dimly lit auditorium. There was no band. There was no one there, it seemed. The stage was black, pitch outlining the dark red velvet curtains that were drawn back. A single form was sitting in one of the many cold metal chairs in front of the stage.

A light suddenly shone on a slightly tanned teenage girl on the stage, her only clothing a light gray tanktop and a pair of dark gray, loose slacks with a solid, sky blue stripe going down the outside of each pant leg. Her eyes were closed, and were usually that way anyway. Dark brown hair with deep blue streaks in it fell around her face, which was impassively blank. On a wooden chair nearby, a beige sweater lay askew over the seat, one sleeve waving gently in a faint breeze coming from the open door behind it. A musty, yet pleasant smell drifted from the very walls and floors, and the girl inhaled slowly through her nose.

A few more lights came on, revealing eight other teenage girls beside her. They, too, wore the same clothing, but all had solid ebony hair and pale skin. The woman in the chair tapped what looked like a closed fan on the arm of her chair, and a cold, sharp voice barked, "Dance of Blue Moon Demon!"

The girls, even the one in the back of the group, all retreated to the back of the stage. As the music changed to an almost-Irish step, two girls, one from each side, leaped across the stage in two bounds. The brunette stayed where she was as the other girls indefinitely and perfectly followed suit. The instructor barked another order, specifically for the girl in the back: "Shizuka! Piroutte!"

She started to get her feet in position as she raised her arms above her head. However, as she performed it, one of the other girls discreetly stuck her right leg out more just as Shizuka passed her, causing the still closed-eyed girl to fall forward with a slap.

"SHIZUKA! IF YOU CANNOT PERFORM THE PIROUTTE, YOU ARE KICKED OUT OF THIS CLASS!!" shouted the old lady instructer, almost snapping her fan in two because she was gripping it so hard. Shizuka sat up, only barely opening her eyes. The other girlts sniggered fiantly as she grabbed the sweater on the chair and stormed out of the auditorium, heading for the library.

The warm, dusty smell of books hit her nose full-on as she opened the door, causing her to fully open her shockingly violet-blue eyes. She was never allowed to open her eyes, because they distracted students and teachers alike, but also because they were... "different," as the headmistress had said in a disgusted tone.

She had always loved books, probably since the day she was old enough to read, and the librarian, a young woman with yellow-gradient-to-blue eyes, didn't slap her wrists for having her eyes open.

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That's all I have right now. I'm really proud of it. ^_^
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