Month: June 2010

“Nothing.  Never mind.  I stepped in geese poop.  That’s all.  I’m going to rinse my sneakers.”

“Okay.”  I bolted upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.  I inhaled deeply and sighed.  I wasn’t going to doodle his name in my notebook (even though I don’t know his name) and I’m not going to obsess over him, calling all my friends and saying he’s so hot.  It’ll be my little secret.  At least for now.

As night dawned on, I couldn’t fall asleep!  I counted sheep, listened to music.  Nothing!  Nada!  Zip!  Zero!  I gazed out my glass window as the stars glistened under the moon.  My eyelids became heavy and around 1:30 AM I dozed off.

In the morning I quickly got dressed and quietly tip toed downstairs and out the door.  I picked up speed and zoomed to the pond.  Out of breath, (luckily I didn’t pass out) I took a seat on the bench once more and patiently waited for the bicycles to race by.  I sat there for about half an hour and just in the nick of time, the hot guy on the bike came by.

“Come here often?  Here, I got you a little something.”  He passed a steaming cup of coffee to me.

“Yeah, I come here a lot.  Thanks for the coffee.”

“So, I saw you starring at me yesterday.”  I spit out my coffee.

“I wasn’t starring.  I was just……”  He interrupted.

“Starring.”  I couldn’t help but laugh because it was so true.  “Well, I’m David.”  He took a firm grasp of my hand and shook it up and down.

“Nice to meet you David.  I’m Allie.  I’m not usually this forward, but my dad died in a car accident last summer, my mom’s super depressed, and I used to have a horrible past.  In other words, my life used to be reruns of the movie Mean Girls.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about your father.  If it makes you feel better, maybe we can hang out sometime.”

“Yeah, that’s be nice.  But if it’s not too much to ask, what was that yesterday with the bikes?”

“Oh, some guys and I were taking a little bike ride.  Would you like to join us sometime?”

“No thanks.  I really think I should be getting back home.  I snuck out and my mom’s probably wondering where I am.”

“Okay.  Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Definitely.  Again, thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome.”  My cheeks flushed with red and I took my delicious coffee and swelling heart home.  Luckily, Lisa was still sound asleep when I crept back in.  If only Lisa wasn’t depressed.  I shrugged and with one whiff, I knew I needed to take a shower.

The warm water rushed down my skin and the aroma of lavender filled my nose.  I wrapped a faded green towel around my body and thoroughly combed through my hair.  They were like brown strands of silk.  I stepped into my room and shuffled through my closet.  I slipped on a pair of jean shorts, clean white tank top, and I can’t forget the rainbow striped stockings.  I threw myself on the mattress and stared at the ceiling.  I used to have an enormous poster of a hot band plastered to the wall and I would blow a kiss to it every night and every morning.  Ugh.  I stuck my tongue out and sat up, slouching.

“Al!  Al!”  Lisa was up.  I rolled my eyes and rushed to her side.

“Yes mother?”

“Soup?”

“Sure.  What kind?”

“Chicken……noodle.”

“Okay, coming right up.”  I had a confused expression on my face, but I didn’t question authority (at least not in person).  I mean who wants soup for breakfast?  But there was a lot of things wrong with my mom, so I couldn’t really blame her.  After I fed her, I thought I might take a stroll to the park and have a one woman picnic and watch the sunset after.

I gathered a picnic basket (that was a hundred years old), plaid blanket, a crunchy peanut butter sandwich, salty potato chips, a freezing bottle of water, scrumptious chocolate chip cookies, and fresh cantaloupe.  I didn’t bother asking Lisa if I could go out.  I didn’t even know why I did.  She was in her room all day waiting to be fed like a baby.

As I made my way down to the park, I spotted David heading my way.  At least I thought it was David.  I bit my lip and took a quick bite off my sandwich.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re following me.”  I chuckled.

“FYI, I’m not a stalker.  I came down here for a picnic.”

“By yourself?  You can’t possibly eat all of this!  Can you?”

“Well, would you like to join me?”  He plopped down right next to me and smiled.  His lips looked so soft. 

“Allie?  You okay?”  I snapped out of my little fantasy world and fixed my eyes on the half eaten PB sandwich.

“Oh, sorry.  I didn’t pack two sandwiches.”

“That’s okay.  You mind?”  At first I had no idea what he was talking about, but then I realized he wanted to share my sandwich.  I thought it was a little weird because only friends share food and clothes, not strangers.  Caving in, I passed the saliva infested, peanut butter filled bread.

“Thanks.”  He scarfed down the entire thing!  I thought he asked for a bite, not to suck up the whole thing.  “Oh, I apologize.  I’m famished!”

“Well, in that case eat everything!”  My stomach growled in disagreement, but I had more snacks at home.  As we gobbled down cookie by cookie and chip by chip, it came down to the last piece of cantaloupe.  I reached in to snatch it, but so did David.  Our hands touched and I immediately pulled away.

“Were you going to eat that?”

“No, you go ahead.”  I wanted to bang my head against the wall.  I knew nothing about romance or love.  How to be flirty.  My first instinct was to make up some lame excuse and rush home, but then I thought again.  Spending more time here meant more time with David.

“So what do you like?  What are you like?”  I figured, since we’re already here we can get to know each other.

“Pardon me?”

“Like your favorite color, favorite animal, what you want to be.  That kind of stuff.”

“I love dogs, my favorite color is red, I want to be a high school mathematics teacher, I have a younger sister named Joey.  You?”

“I’m an only child, I’m not a cat person either, I love the color purple, and I want to be a painter when I grow up.”  This was a start.

“I see.”

“Yep.”  Awkward silence.  I giggled.

“What’s so funny?”  He asked bewildered.

“Nothing.  Nothing.”

“I know this is out of the blue, but what do you look for in a guy?  You don’t have to answer if it’s too personal.”  I thought for a minute.  The qualities I look for in a guy?

“I want someone who’s loyal, respectful, trustworthy, intelligent, good sense of humor, sweet, extremely handsome, someone who cares, someone who listens, someone who understands me.  Not just some jerk who’ll end up breaking my heart.  Someone who’s here to stay.”  I hoped that person is David.  “You?  I mean what you look for in a girl.”

“Honestly, I want a girl who’s pretty inside and out, creative, easy going, confident, someone with has brains, loving, respectful, a best friend forever.”

It was perfect.  He was perfect.  “This might sound a little cheesy, but meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I don’t find that cheesy at all.  I think it’s just being honest.”  He leaned in and closed his eyes.  I puckered my lips and moved my body forward.  His lips touched mine and from that point one I knew my life wouldn’t be so bad anymore.

Chapter 1

Last summer I used to be that girl who would be showered with gifts and brag as she’s surrounded by a sea of green.  I used to wear tight, strapless tops, a black, laced thong under a white or pink mini skirt, and red stilettos.  I used to think that bigger was better.  I used to believe that I always needed to be on top as I laughed while other people would sink below me.  I would scream at the top of my lungs, until I got what I wanted.  My dad called me his little princess, but I knew deep inside that I wasn’t a princess.  I was a soulless monster.  I used to look in the mirror everyday and flash a smile, but know all the mirrors are shattered.  Shattered just like the rest of my world.

On July 18th my father, Henry Edwards, died in a car accident.  The memory was like a flickering flame, burning in the back of my head.  Everytime it rained, it reminded me of how many times I cried myself to sleep.  It might have been easier to drown in my own tears, but I didn’t.  I used to think glue would keep me held tight, but it can’t.  Nothing can.  My shell is cracked and will forever remain that way.

Unfortunately, not only did I fall apart, my entire family did.  When we eat dinner, the room is filled with silence and everything else turns black and white.  My mom doesn’t even talk anymore!  The words are caught in her throat as she tries to spit them out.  I try to help her, but she won’t let me in.  She won’t let anyone in.

Also, along with my dad, my old self was buried.  Therefore, I now wear white tank tops, jean shorts, and rainbow striped stockings.  Scars remind me of how far I’ve come.  How far I’ve come since then.  I pray to God for thanks everyday and pray that next day be just as good as the last.

So now I’m the holder of the key to happiness.  The key lies in a dusty draw because if my family isn’t happy then neither am I.  My physical appearence improved, but my feelings didn’t.  Of course there wasn’t a stream running down my pillow anymore, but I still sit there empty.

It was July 18th, a year since my dad’s death.  The sun’s rays shinned through the glass window, blinding me.  The sky was still blue and white, puffy coulds still floated around.

“Mom, it’s time for breakfast.  Come on.”  I helped Lisa get up, off the bed and step by step to the kitchen.  Mother was physically and mentally unstable.  She didn’t want to see a specialist or take medication.  All she needed was a pencil, piece of paper, and me.  She wrote everyday that she was fine and the least I could do was respect her request not to see a doctor.

“What would you like me to make you?  Blueberry pancakes?  Eggs?  Bacon?  What are your taste buds craving today mom?”  I tried to use my peppy voice, but it didn’t help.

“Hi.”  Lisa was barely speaking.  She only said hi, bye, what, yes, no, morning, night, etc.  These were only the basics, but I knew I had to be patient with her, until she could fully speak again which may take months.  Possibly even years.

“Hello mother.  What do you want me to make you?”  She shook her head no.  “You’re not hungry?”

“No.”

“Okay, well I’m going to take a little walk.  Is that fine?”

“Yes.”  I gently kissed Lisa on her forehead and headed outside.  The grass was greener than green and you could hear birds singing from a mile away.  The world is like a door.  It look perfect on the outside, but on the inside it’s fully of dirty little secrets.  Just like this.  On the outside everything looks fine, but on the inside there’s a family being torn to shreds because of the loss of a famly member.

I merrily skipped along the stone path to the pond and sat down on the wooden bench.  I stared at the brightly orange colored scaled fish gracefully swimming around and the ducks quack and flap their wings to fly.

In the distance there was a black and red spec racing past the trees and other specs.  As it came closer the picture became clearer.  It was a man riding a bike.  Was it a race?  Was he the leader of some dangerous bicycle gang who would ask me if I wanted to take a ride?  I locked my eyes on him and only him.  He was exactly pretty cute.  He had curly brown hair blowing in the wind under a sexy bicycle helmet and a smile that was picture perfect.

Before I knew it, he was gone and I was left there day dreaming.  I dashed back home, my feet feeling like they were walking on air.  I opened the front door panting like a dog.

“Guess what?”  I asked with excitement.

“What?”

I kept my mouth closed.  The words were rattling through my teeth, but I decided I wouldn’t tell her.

The sparkling ring draws my attention away from what must be said…and of course, what must be said just absolutely has to be said. Today, I found your remains, my love. Sadly, it got me to the point where I couldn’t drink my tea.

Tis a sad day when a soon to be bride finds her fiance, is it not? Now I seem to be talking as you would, as a poet would. You were a terrible poet, but that was one of the best things about you.

Now, it’s hundreds of years later. One thing you did not know about me, it’s quite surprising, is that I am not human. I still find myself living in the days that we met. I still live in the same house that you worked for years to build. I still have all of my old petticoat skirts, old fashioned lace up boots…

Yet, now I find myself singing my heart away. I am known as JADE, part of the UTAUloids. Teto-chan…she is like a sister.

Sadly, though, I realize that when I wore those skirts and boots, people shunned them.

It is the year 2317, love, and you family name has died out. I only wish you could have continued it.

My outfits are now forced to change, and the old ones are far to worn..still, all I see in them is you.

Now, my love, I have come done to the end. I have trudged out to the area where your remains were, and I shut down my system. Isn’t it wonderful, love? Now we can be together!

Teto chan reset my system, though I came back with new knowledge. I now know I must hunt down one girl, for in this girl, there is life. And that life, within it, is you.

I have found out now that all lives don’t last forever…and I end my system by you. Will I be seeing you again, love?

Okay, I got bored. This is not the real thing for Miss Jade, but I will come up with something soon. Anyway, Tania, if you can, email me sometime. We haven’t spoken in forever, nyaa~.

“Wait, what’s that?!” She exclaimed, looking straight ahead.
The other two turned their heads in response, and there it was. Bleached white, a wall stood but a hallway down their path. However, somehow this wall was not quite, they noticed unanimously. It was smoothed out at the bottom and top. And another thing:
It was moving.
But of course Leroy, being who he is, grins and proceeds quickly towards it. He stepped so harshly as he ran his bare feet tapped and echoed throughout the halls. Karei and Chris exchange looks of questioning, but curiosity, as curiosity does to children, had filled their mind and terminated intemperance thoughts, propelling them forward as well. They might as well have been children, new and bursting into the world. Chris admired how lightly she stepped; it was like visual and aural poetry at once.
It was not a long period of running before Leroy interrupted Chris’ sympathetic phase, “Guys, stop.”
They obeyed, skidding on their feet. “What?” Karei exhaled.
Leroy had his hands upon the wall before them, “It’s… hairy.” He gasped.
“What?” She repeated.
He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Long cat.”
“Long cat?”
“Look.” He commanded, pointing to his left at what looked like another two walls, each on top of each other, but shorter, and a very long ways away. “That,” He continued, “Is its arms.”
Chris touched his mouth, his jaw hanging. “It’s… it’s not-”
“Long cat is loooong.” She commented.
“Indeed. Come on, maybe we can climb this.” Leroy grabbed a tuft of its hair and began to lift himself.
Just as he did, it started to shake and make a rumbling noise. In fact, Chris could feel the ground moving. In all of the confusion, the magnificent body began to slowly rise. Karei spotted its head, its eyes huge, questioning and round. It reeled open its mouth and let out a horrific screeching noise that ringed through each of their mortal minds.
“Leroy, let go!” Karei screamed at him as he dangled and was rising along with the creature. Leroy’s mouth was moving, but could not be heard over the constant roaring of the building and Long cat. Her head turned to Chris, “The mask! Give me the mask!”
He fumbled in his pocket, shaking with fear (along with the ground). Eventually he found it and it re-inflated as he pulled it from his jeans. Karei stumbled as she ran towards him; the brick columns were trembling and crumbling as the monster began to step. Not helping, Leroy was screaming like hell. Ignoring him, its tremendous foot landed beside of her, throwing her into the air and deforming the ground beneath her.
“Karei!” Chris yelled, throwing his hand in her direction, but Long cat lowered his head to his level and repeated his hideous screech.
Despite her terrible blow, Karei properly landed on her feet with her arm steadying herself while touching the ground. She lifted her head and stood upward. Soon after, she spotted the mask, bouncing from Chris. Regardless of all the flowing emotions, there was only one thing whirling through her mind: That god darned fool, Leroy. God darn it. She sprinted at full speed, feeling as light as a feather. A large collection of bricks shattered on the floor to her left and caught her off guard. She stumbled back and fell to her side, skidding onto her back.

chap 1.

Dimitri laid in bed silently listening to the stomping of leather boots and gunshots, yet none of that mattered to him right now. in the midst of all the fighting was dimitri’s father, his father was not even a soldier! he just helped, sort of a one man militia. As soon as Dimitri drifted off into sleep he heard a cracking-splintering noise. the door had been kicked in by a German soldier. he looked at his dresser for a minute and remembered his father had given him a pistol from a German soldier he killed with the words ” luger 9mm” imprinted in the receiver.

HEY EVERBODY! GO TO www.hillbillymusic.weebly.com  !!!

I stood with my sword in hand, ready to kill her. I felt awful, I knew I couldn’t kill my best friend. But she isn’t your best friend. She used you to gain power. You didn’t know then. She was, at that time a normal human. I thought. Krisba, with her many mouths, growled at me. She flicked her scaly, green legs. She charged, and I swiftly dodged and she hit a rock. I tapped my sword, and it became a ninja star. I launched it at her with full force. It merely scratched her neck, but she stumbled. I used that opportunit to launch it at her again, at her feet. She fell over, and I almost stabbed her with the sword. Then, I saw a light so bright, it could blind any mortal. It was coming from Krisba’s stone heart. The light formed into the Krisba, but it was the Krisba that was kind to me, the real Krisba, my best friend. I tried to grab the light, but then it vanished. Krisba, in her monster form, got up and lunged at me. I felt no more in my legs and arms and saw no more.

Birth is the key to life

Life is needed for death

Death is feared by many

Many know that death is normal

Normal is a stereotype, normal isn’t real

Real things are created by birth.

I gingerly picked up his limp and broken body in my arms, and gazed at his once lively face.It was matted with blood but the little patches were you could see his skin were pale. His body was cold and unmoving in my arms. I waited for the tears that would not come to pool in my eyes, but nothing came.I gently set his body down on the cold ground and wiped around to face the dark shape behind me. My sister, Silvia, stood there, a silluet againts the moonlight.She laughed ” thats why you don’t get attached to humans.” she jeered gesturing at the limp body.Anger suddenly flooded me ” You have no right to say that!” I snarled”Because you were the one who killed him in the first place.”She laughed once again ” Oh I did not kill him, it’s more like I slautered him.” she said dismisivly.I looked at her my eyes displaying my misery “Y-you will pay.”I hissed in a voice that shook with anger and pain.”Very well, but i’m afraid you won’t get much out of me.”Silvia said baring her teeth and crouching ready to attack.Every one of my mussles tensed with doupt at her words but I charged at her, my fangs gleeming.

Chapter 1
In the Dark
“Two hours ‘till heaven,” squealed Billy joyfully.
“Hold on little guy, “explained Dad. “We’re leaving later than you think.” Billy was usually a reserved little kid. At school he was quiet. At home he finished his chores and went straight to bed. For once in his life, my little brother was actually looking forward to something. He couldn’t wait to go camping.
On the other hand, I hate going camping. Dad always makes a huge deal about it, but it’s so boring. I’m Joe, almost fifteen-years old. My brother Billy is nine. This is his first time camping at Dad’s “secret” camp site.
“Joey, I can’t wait. What about you? Are you ready?” shouted Billy.
“Sure,” I said rather unenthusiastically.
The whole ride up north, Billy pounded me with questions. “Are we there yet? Are there bears? Can we go fishing?”
After suffering though his questions for an eternity, I exploded. “Billy, we’ll get there when we get there.”
“Sorry!”
The rest of the car ride was relatively quiet. Soon enough, though, we arrived. It was a warm, muggy afternoon. The sun was shining, but dark clouds were on the horizon. You could smell the aroma of pine coming from the aging trees and hear the sounds of birds chirping all around.
“Father, can we go fishing?” begged Billy.
Dad looked him straight in the eyes for a moment. I knew that look. It meant that we had to set up camp first. After the camp was set up, I was forced to drag the fishing equipment all the way to the lake myself. The task was grueling and worst of all; I had to bring all of Billy’s stuff. He was such as slacker. As we approached the lake, I dropped all of the poles and the bait with a loud “thump”.
“Careful, Joey, you don’t want to kill all of the bait.”
“Dad, my name is Joe!”I shot back. I hate it when he calls me Joey. It makes me sound like a little seven-year-old. I don’t mind it when Billy calls me that because he’s little. He doesn’t know any better. I grabbed my fishing pole and flung the line far into the water. Fishing always seems better than it really is. Most of the time you’re just waiting. When you finally get a bite, you’re not paying attention and your heart goes crazy. But anyway, Billy stilled like it. I caught two fish, a large bass and a sunfish. Billy caught one small pike, but he still glowed with pride.
One hour later

The sky was darkening to a deep shade of gray. We all hurried back to the campsite. “Hurry up, Billy; I think a storm is coming!” I shouted over the sound of the wind.
“I’m trying, Joey. It’s really hard”, Billy explained in his whiniest voice.
“It’s getting cold guys. I’m going to go gather some firewood,” said Dad.
Thirty minutes later
Billy was trembling in the corner of our snug tent. Obviously, he wasn’t having much fun on his first “adventure.” Dad still hadn’t come back from his quest to find firewood. I was starting to get angry, and a little bit nervous.
“Billy, you stay here, I’m gonna go look for Dad.” With that, I walked out into the forest. The rain was starting to fall and lightning cracked across the sky. I kept walking further through the maze of trees. As I progressed, the forest became even darker and more overgrown. Chills spread throughout my body and I had a feeling I was being watched. Suddenly, my legs collapsed and I felt something pull me into the ground.
“Get off of me, whatever you are!” I cried. The beast tightened its grip and I felt my body thrust downward. I was being dragged to the underworld.
I tried to leap out of the arms of the demon, but my body betrayed my mind and down I went. All of me was underground except my arms and head. I quickly glance around. To my left there was small branch. I tried to reach it, but I was too short. Now only my head was above ground and I had one last chance.
“Dad, Dad!” I shouted.
No answer.
I closed my eyes and hoped that I was just dreaming.
The next morning
My eyes opened and I looked around the tent. Billy and my Dad were gone. I sighed, “It was just a dream.” I started to smile as the tent flap opened. The next thing I saw was red, blood-shot, not-from-this-world eyes.
“AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

THEME: The Movies

Suggestion by Raqshan

Ages for Gale/Daven: 16

Daven’s POV

Sometimes  I wonder why I like her. I really do. Though, it’s only because I know that she could get someone so much better than me. Maybe Richie. He seems to like her..somewhat. Although, he seems to like every girl.

I realized that when she rang my doorbell an hour after I called her. She arrived wearing (what I assumed was) a new strawberry red sundress (with matching shoes), the expected striped socks(this time it was red and white, though), and her hair was in it’s beautiful bun.

“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.”…that was said by James Earl Jones. I have found that becoming more and more true every day.

——————–…——————–

Gale’s POV

In all honesty, I still don’t understand why I came. My brother kept telling me that there was a sale at the Barnes and Noble down the street, and I skipped it to go to the movies. Really.

~.~.15 MINUTES LATER, AT THE MOVIES.~.~

There I am, you come forward.

I draw in your weak body and emotions flash up

Your eyes flicker with those familiar purple flames

I feel anger and hoplessnes radiate like heat from your exhausted soul

Something is wrong, very wrong

Then you draw back , your eyes blank

The emotions subside

You have let go

Your eyes flood

You run away from me

What happened?

Where am I, lost in the world?

I see only your figure, but even that is shrouded in mist.

I am crying now, no hope flashes through my tears of anger.

Help me. I am lost.

Lost.

 Please don’t forget about me

I’ll always be here waiting for you

Don’t leave her just for me

Stay but never

Forget about me