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Post by kathleen on Dec 22, 2007 16:25:27 GMT -5
*hugs* Peter im glad you get it now! and Brennus if you really want it then i think your parents will support you!
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Post by Mikan Yuuki on Dec 22, 2007 17:23:57 GMT -5
Someone needs to give me a hug.
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Post by kathleen on Dec 22, 2007 17:24:51 GMT -5
*hugs Mei*
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Post by Brennus on Dec 23, 2007 19:30:58 GMT -5
*hugs Mei second*
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Post by Mikan Yuuki on Dec 23, 2007 20:50:43 GMT -5
Thank you.  |
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Post by kathleen on Dec 24, 2007 9:25:22 GMT -5
your welcome  |
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Post by Mikan Yuuki on Dec 24, 2007 12:12:24 GMT -5
There should be a story about me now, Brennus.  |
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Post by kathleen on Dec 24, 2007 19:40:31 GMT -5
lol i think brennus is thinking about his stand up act...but writing is a gift not a talent to be wasted away! a gift lasts forever whereas a talent slowly dies away!
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Post by Brennus on Dec 24, 2007 19:41:48 GMT -5
Oh... so that's the difference!
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Post by kathleen on Dec 26, 2007 16:10:31 GMT -5
lol thats what i was told in grade 5 and ive stood by it since then...im in grade 12 now so i kinda believe in it!
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Post by Mikan Yuuki on Dec 26, 2007 17:32:52 GMT -5
Huh. Wow.
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Post by Brennus on Dec 31, 2007 9:40:53 GMT -5
I'm going to start posting some really short stories. When I say short, I mean really short. These are called flashfiction - i.e. a story that is over in a flash, lol.
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Clouds
The water gleamed the same way it had when she had first met her. Only their relationship had changed; it was the world that had stayed the same.
Eliza lay on the grass and stared at Stephenie. She was still sitting, waiting, wondering. Nothing ever happened with her. Everything just was. "So," Eliza said, finally breaking the silence. "Do you still hate me?"
Stephenie looked behind her. "Why would I..." - her voice changed - "...hate you?"
Eliza smiled, her hands behind her head. She looked awkwardly off into the clouds, the clouds that had been following them wherever they went. "I don't know. Just... you aren't talking to me is all..."
Stephenie lay down next to her. The two looked at each other, but avoided meeting each other's gaze. "I don't hate you," Stephenie said. "It's just, when you're there, I never know what to do... what to say..."
"Yeah," Eliza said slowly. A few seconds hung silently in the air. "Funny thing is... it's the same with me."
The two girls were silent again, each one sensing that this was what was called a moment and neither wanting to do anything to spoil it. In front of them, the lake continued to gleam, but above them the clouds began to disappear and for the first time that morning the sky was completely, utterly blue.
(Word Count: 226)
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Post by Brennus on Dec 31, 2007 10:02:00 GMT -5
Fantasy
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Mary walked through the children's section of the bookstore. The shelves were too high for her and she could only see the books on the first two rows and the very bottom of the books on the third. That meant nothing to her, though. She would've loved those books even if she could only see the very bottom of every single one of them.
The books were not wrapped in plastic, so, when no attendant was watching, she would take one and read all the way through it. She had read through many books this way. Among a great number of other things, there was no library in Scarletsville and if Mary had known such things existed, she would've begged and pleaded with her mother to let them move.
One day, Mary's mother caught her sitting on the store's floor, book in hand, eyes poring over each page. "Mary!" she said angrily. She walked determinedly over to her child and took the book from her hands. She put it back on the shelf, took her daughter's hand, and escorted her out of the store. "I don't want you reading that garbage. It will ruin you."
"But mommy!" Mary said. "It was about princesses and fairies and there was a unicorn..."
"Exactly! Fantasy nonsense! It's going to twist your young mind into an unusable mass," her mother said.
Mary bit her bottom lip and knew she was about to cry. "But... it was getting to the part where the prince was going to come."
"I can finish the book for you," Mrs. Jones said, pushing Mary into the car. She shut the door and sat at the wheel. For a few seconds, they sat silently. Mrs. Jones adjusted her rear-view mirror. Mary could see her mother's eyes looked sad for just a moment, and then returned to the strength she was familiar with. "He never came back," she said, lowering her head slightly over the steering wheel. Mary looked down, not believing that the book really ended that way, but not brave enough to question her mother. "And you're not coming back to that store either."
And so, Mary's heart was broken for the first time in her life. Mary's mother was not moved. Her heart had already been twisted into an unusable mass.
(Word Count: 383)
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Post by kathleen on Dec 31, 2007 12:55:50 GMT -5
omg the first one seems so real!! i mean i have never read anything that reminded me so much of reality...and the second really sad, i mean the way i see it the mother had been through a divorce or something and didnt want her daughter to believe in romance and fairytales because she had stopped believing...but both are really good!!!
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Post by Brennus on Jan 1, 2008 3:07:14 GMT -5
*Because I really like writing these and apparently Kathleen really likes reading these* This one is kinda from experience, but it's a different version of the events. I don't know what adjective to use, but I'll just say it's meaningful for me. That's why it's hard for me to tell this scene in a way that works for me, because there's more than can be said in under 500 words and I could tell this story in so many different ways. Okay, enough rambling, just read it.
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Waiting
"Hey," said a female voice from behind Alex. Alex stood up and turned around, surprised to see his friend standing in the doorway.
"Jen! I... um..."
"I know, Alex," Jen said simply.
"Know... what?" Alex asked, suddenly feeling as though his tie was tightening. Jen was radiant. Actually, all the girls looked beautiful tonight, but Jen more so. Her teal dress wasn't the best of the prom and she could've spent more time on her updo, which was beginning to show signs of falling apart, but she had a calm peace about her that transcended any outward adornment. Alex knew that in a different universe, things would've been different between them.
"About you and... you know," Jen said, feeling an unexpected tinge of disappointment as she said it. Alex sat down on the steps outside the hotel again. Jen sat next to him and looked intently at his face. "How come you never told me? Because... you could have. I mean... well... maybe we should talk about that later..."
Alex stared outward into the street. The lamps were not working tonight, but it wasn't a problem. There was a full moon and upwards of a thousand stars. It was one of the brightest nights Scarletsville ever had, but it still felt dark. "He's not coming," Alex said, not answering Jen's question.
"Maybe he's just late," Jen said, trying to be encouraging
"He's not coming," Alex said again. "It's Friday night. He never goes anywhere on Friday night, because he has football practice immediately after school." Jen was about to speak, when Alex continued. "And when he gets home, he's tired and he goes into his room, but it's messy because he never cleans up his room on weekdays because he's too busy studying. His grades are always on the edge... and he needs to keep them up if he's going to stay on the team. So Friday is the only day he can do it." Jen nodded. "But by the time that's done, it's going to be dinner. And his family always eats dinner together on Fridays because its the only time the whole family can be together during the week. And he's not going to miss that for any reason. He never has. It's..." Alex sighed. "It's important."
"Well, are you going to come inside, then?" Jen asked. "It's cold out here... and people are wondering where you are."
"I can't," Alex said. "I'm waiting for him."
"Oh," Jen said. "I see." As she headed for the entrance door, she turned around. "Hey, Alex. Don't let it ruin your night."
Alex nodded, not saying anything. And Jen slipped alone back into the party.
(Word Count: 444)
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