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May 23, 2013 12:08PM
I'll write something, how long will we have?
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Im going to add more, maybe even turn this into a full-blown story eventually
its fine with me
Chelsey wrote: "[spoilers removed] its finished.... im thinking this will be a prolouge type thing for a novel"
its the 10th post, in the spoilers and I plan on making it the prolouge in a book....
Thanks!!
Okay, here's mine. I think it's kinda long:Lyssa sat her uncomfortable cot after packing a bag containing all of her belongings: eight of Delphine's Orphanage uniforms, underclothing, socks worn thin from all the years of owning them, a small leather-bound book that belonged to her mother, and a single pen.
Lyssa was planning to run away from her orphanage. Do I really want to do this, she thought, not hearing the sounds the other girls in their dormitory were making. Of course I do, she thought. I don't want to stay in this disgusting place until I'm eighteen. The people who ran the orphanage always brought her into a room and made her touch certain items. Then, they would ask her what she saw in her mind when she touched the item. Lyssa knew what they wanted, but she refused to give it to them at first. But they threatened her with death. Lyssa's parents had died for her, so she decided to cooperate.
She peered inside her unzipped bag and caught sight of the leather-bound book. It was her mother's journal. When Lyssa flipped through the pages with her gloved hands, they rustled because when her mother wrote, she applied much pressure on the pen. Lyssa felt comfort in running her hand up and down the bumpy surface of the pages. She felt home.
But Lyssa never touched the book with bare hands. She shuddered to think of doing so and remembered the last time she touched the book with bare hands:
A couple was sitting on their sofa at home, a sleeping baby in the man's arms.
"Isn't she wonderful?" the woman asked.
"Yes," the man said softly, not wanting to wake her up.
"They'll not find us, will they James?" asked the woman.
"They'll always find us, Vanessa." Vanessa turned to James, tears in her eyes. "But we'll always run, won't we?"
"Yes," James said. "We must. For Alyssa." Vanessa nodded and rested her head against James' shoulder.
"You know, I've been thinking--" Vanessa was cut off by a loud noise. The baby's eyes flew open immediately and she began to scream.
"James!" said Vanessa, her voice filled with horror.
"Come, we must--"
"Oi! It's them! GET THEM!" shouted a man. Several others went chasing after the family as they bounded upstairs. James pushed his family into the baby's room.
"Come, Vanessa, this is the only way out! We must jump the window!"
"But Lyssa--"
"We'll take her too, but we must leave her elsewhere! They want us, Vanessa. She's too young to--" James was interrupted by footsteps bounding passed their door.
"Come, Vanessa, we must." James quickly made a sling for his wife and tied it from her shoulder to her waist. He gently put the baby in the sling and tightened it. "Go!" he said to her. Vanessa looked at James uncertainly but climbed out of the window nevertheless.
Once he was sure she was down safely, he made his way to the door when it was flung open. James' eyes widened and he backed away.
"Where's the rest of your family, Randall?"
"You'll never find them," said James calmly. One of the men strode over to the window and spotted Vanessa and the child.
"They're there!" he shouted. "RUN, VANESSA!" James shrieked. The other men pushed James to the window. "We'll take care of you first, Randall. Then you're wife and child. Unless... you'd like to reconsider our request? Lord Whithall will understand that you needed some thinking space."
"Never," James choked.
"Very well then," said the man. And he pushed an unsuspecting James out of the window.
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Vanessa crouched behind a tree, hugging her baby to her chest and catching her breath when she heard the earsplitting scream. She jumped up and saw a body falling from their house. Vanessa stared in horror. She knew one thing: the man who fell wasn't one of the men who came to capture her family. This urged her to sprint away.
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Vanessa had been running for hours it seemed. She stopped and recalled James' frantic words: "We'll take her too, but we must leave her elsewhere!" Vanessa knew deep in her heart that James was correct, but she didn't want to give up her child, which was also her last remaining piece of her deceased husband. But it was his wish, so she had to obey.
Vanessa found a haystack under a sturdy wheelbarrow. She gently placed the child down on the hay and touched the child's chest with her palm.
"Bless you, Alyssa Randall. May the spirits protect you. Let them never find you." She pecked the child on the cheek and sprinted away.
But the men soon caught her. Vanessa screamed, but there was no one around.
"Where's the child?" asked a man roughly. Vanessa shook her head.
"Very well, then. You shall have the same fate as your husband. Do you know what happened to him? He fell out of the window. His corpse is barely recognizable now." The men chortled and dragged Vanessa off. She did not look back. She did not want to tip the men off about the location of poor Alyssa.
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Lyssa shuddered every time she recalled the memory. She hated the fact that she had the Sight, which enabled her to see the history of anything she touched and its owner. Her mother carried the journal everywhere with her and had it when she died. Lyssa didn't know how she came to aquire the book.
She decided to run away tonight after lights out. Lyssa was tired of being summoned to recall the history of an item, knowing that the information she gave would be used wrongly.
The hours dragged by very slowly, but it was finally 10:30 p.m., and everyone seemed to be asleep.
Lyssa slowly took her bag and climbed out of the window she opened earlier. It seemed a bit too easy for her to escape, but Lyssa wasn't thinking straight.
She finally reached the ground and began to run. Lyssa knew immediately that it was the wrong move. Sirens flared and she heard the heavy footfalls of many people behind her. They all screamed her name.
Lyssa ran into the forest surrounding the orphanage and believed to have lost the people following her. She stood, breathing raggedly and clutching her side.
Lyssa then heard a rustle in the bushes. She froze. There it was again. The rustle. She saw someone step out from the shadows. It was a tall man.
"Hello," the man said. "My name is Delson Phinelinston. Are you in trouble?" Lyssa nodded. "They're... chasing me... running..."
"Here," said the man, conjuring a water bottle from nowhere. "Have some. You look terrible." A naïve Lyssa accepted the water and drank the whole thing. Her eyes began to blur and she saw black and white. Lyssa tried to blink it away, but it was impossible.
The man's voice grew cold as he said to Lyssa, "I am Master Delphine." Lyssa realized that Delson Phinelinston was his alias, and he owned the orphanage. For some reason, Lyssa said, "Hello, Master Delphine."
Delphine beckoned Lyssa to him and she walked behind him obediently. "Now, Alyssa Randall. Why don't you tell me about yourself. And your, ah, gift."
wow, that's not to long, It's AWESOMENESS
lol, thanks!!
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Breath, relax. Merry says as she was running along the city streets. It was a cold windy night when she stops running out of breath. She had just reach the park a mile away. She falls to the ground on her knees, her long hair falling down in front of her first as she tips over to the cold ground. She was cold as she lays on the cement. Why was she running? She searches her mind for an answer as she thinks back a couple of hours ago.
She was playing with Tom and Sarah-her best friends. The orphanage was so full of other kids her age that forming groups were important; since some kids were cruel and they would bully others and take they’re stuff. There were three grown-ups that ran the place, and they were outworked and mean at times. Children were adopted, but not many. The economic was in a bad shape and no one wanted to deal with kids right now. Many others were dropped off because they’re parents got tired of them or couldn’t care for them any longer and felt that this was the better place.
The day was normal, like so many Merry had expected. She ate breakfast, she washed and she was send outside to play all day long-only allowed to come in for dinner in the evening, like all others. Living conditions wasn’t so great because of the many children and lack of sponsors. Dinner came and left as Merry was put to bed with the rest. Later into the night, Merry could hear people shouting out side, and then next thing she knew was the building was on fire. Everyone starts to panic and scatters everywhere to get out of the building. Her friend Tom leads the other kids out the door only to be smashed by a broken pillar, and Merry moves out of the way just in time, she had already lost sight of Sarah.
Somehow, Merry finds a way out of the burning building. She runs away out of fear from seeing so many friends died. And there she was on a cold night, lying on the cold cement in front of the park. Her eyes no longer held that live glow, her body was cold. A figure approaches. He was dressed in black, but looked like a gentle man. He kneels down to Merry. Merry smile because he smiled.
“This has been a terrible day for you, little one. No longer will you have to suffer” The man strokes her hair softly. “Those drunken fools-they shouldn’t have taken their anger out on the orphanage. The government was their target, not you” He closes her eyes and pats her once more before a pink orb flows from Merry’s body to the sky.
“ You can go to a peaceful place now” He says turning around and walks away. His wings can be seen in the dim light of the city.
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Iesha (In east shade house at...) wrote: "Go story littleonionwriter I would like to read more"Aw, thanks!
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I liked how Catherine was courageous and ran away even though she wasn't sure at first. I also like that she had Kylie there with her, sympathizing : )
Oh gosh darn! I didn't see this... Is there still time to enter??
Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "u all are excellent writers!!!!"Aw, shucks xD
Well, your time could be off from mine. If your time's the same I've got four hours... Here I go!!!! :D
Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "Molly wrote: "Well, your time could be off from mine. If your time's the same I've got four hours... Here I go!!!! :D"i can't wait to read ur story XD"
Me too!
Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "Littleonionwrites wrote: "Meeeeeeeiyu♫Lalalaalalala Girl♫Imagines Dragons wrote: "u all are excellent writers!!!!"Aw, shucks xD"
XD it's true!"
*Blush* thanks : )
Mary wrote: "Really? *blushes* i thought yours was great 2! Dats y i waz nervous 2 post my story all of u ar lyk so much betta than me also this is the very FIRST time im showin my writing 2 any1 sooo wat did u..."this is my first time showing my writing too. My first time actually writing when it wasn't for school.
Chelsey wrote: "Mary wrote: "Really? *blushes* i thought yours was great 2! Dats y i waz nervous 2 post my story all of u ar lyk so much betta than me also this is the very FIRST time im showin my writing 2 any1 s..."I put all my writing on my blog... and a huge box that's sitting against the wall O_o
Littleonionwrites wrote: "Chelsey wrote: "Mary wrote: "Really? *blushes* i thought yours was great 2! Dats y i waz nervous 2 post my story all of u ar lyk so much betta than me also this is the very FIRST time im showin my ..."Like I said, this is my first time writing something that wasn't for school, and I liked it ^-^ I'm going to make it into a story.
Littleonionwrites wrote: "Awesome! I hope I get to read it : )"i have the part I wrote for this as the prolouge and i'm making it a story here on gr, ill let you know when I have some of it done so you can read it.
Chelsey wrote: "Littleonionwrites wrote: "Awesome! I hope I get to read it : )"i have the part I wrote for this as the prolouge and i'm making it a story here on gr, ill let you know when I have some of it done..."
Thanks!
Np! Thanks for liking my writing!
.... I'm not finished... but it's really long.... :/
Molly wrote: ".... I'm not finished... but it's really long.... :/"Awesome! I like long stories!
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Mary wrote: "Hey chelsey i really liked ur writing! I also think im gona turn mine into a proper story. U kno? I wana find out wat da hell i meant byThe Others coz i didnt plan anythin i wrote at all."lol, thats cool, and I didn't plan mine either
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Okay, I haven't proof read it because I'm sort of rushed. It's long but I still had to cut some things out; RUN
I couldn’t take this anymore. Everyone was being so secret about things. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know why we couldn’t know. Are we not trust worthy?
“What does trust have to do with any of this?” Aja asks.
“I don’t know.” I sighed and plopped down onto my bed. “Why are you snooping around in my head anyways?” Aja didn’t answer. We had this thing where we can speak to each other without really using words. Mind reading? No, because we can speak back.
The rain was coming at the window really fast and loud. There was a storm going on outside. Who knows, maybe there’s some kind of storm in here too. Maybe that’s why everyone is being so secret.
It felt like I was in a prison. They were keeping me up here by myself. Not letting me see any of my friends. Not that I had many. That’s what you get from living here. All that was missing were the bars on the windows. This place almost looks safe. It’s not. Not only from the bad water and almost non-edible food but the ghosts that haunt us. Nobody believes me about them though. If it weren’t for Aja I would have gone crazy by now. He’s a loyal friend, well, lizard. He’s never given up on me. It almost feels like everyone else has though.
Aja jumped off the windowsill and ran under the closet door. That was the signal.
Someone was coming.
I quickly shoved my ‘project’ under the mattress and sat on the edge of my bed facing the door. I heard them as they came closer down the hallway. They sounded upset. Scared even. I tried to look bored maybe even sad or guilty for what I did earlier.
I started a riot in the cafeteria. Food flying everywhere. When Ms. Lindsey found out it was me she locked me in this dungeon of a room and wouldn’t let me out until I was un-grounded. It’s been torture but I knew that what I did was right. Joe deserved it. He made fun of me so I threw my spaghetti at him. That’s how it all started. He started telling everyone about how ghosts aren’t real and I’m a lunatic. He just hasn’t seen them yet. Or doesn’t want to admit it.
The voices in the hall stopped right outside of my door which slowly opened. I held my breath and waited to be scolded. I was surprised when it wasn’t the headmaster. It was Ms. Lindsey.
“Emily. You’re coming with me down to the office—“ Before she could finish, I was already thinking the worst possible thing that could be waiting for me down stairs.
A transfer.
I can’t leave here. I’ve been here too long. They can’t just take me away. I won’t allow it. Ms. Lindsey’s voice brought me back out of my thoughts. I glanced over and saw Aja watching from the crack between the floor and the door. He hadn’t left yet.
“As you know, this isn’t the first incident we’ve had with you starting fights—“
“He deserved it!” I stood up. “He was calling me a liar!” I tried to defend myself.
“Calm down.” Ms. Lindsey says. “We’re going down to the office and you’re going to explain what it is exactly you were blamed for lying about.” Without waiting for my response she and Liza were out my door. Should I follow? I watched for Aja’s response. He nodded.
I ran out my door and caught up. I followed them down to the office. Why did they want to talk about it? Normally they would just choose a winner and a liar and end the whole big scenario. Ms. Lindsey pushed the door open and I followed her in. Liza curtsied and left down the hall. She really didn’t need to be so polite. It’s not like we’re going to fire her. She doesn’t even get paid. The moment I saw Joseph Avis in the room, sitting in the chair next to what I could only guess to be mine, I rolled my eyes at him and sat down.
Ms. Lindsey sat on the other side of the desk and looked from me to Joe. She looked back at me. I wiggled in my chair some. She really knew how to make someone feel uncomfortable.
“Joseph tells me that you believe in ghosts?” She asks me. There wasn’t even a trace of unbelief on her face. She looked like she was willing to believe me.
“I do.” I stuck my tongue towards Joe. I glanced from the corner of my eyes. He was doing the same thing. “I see them every night.” I started again, taking my attention away from the brat sitting next to me. “They come and visit me. They try to tell me things but they can’t.” I say.
Ms. Lindsey’s expression stayed the same. “I see. Joe, do you have anything to add to this?” She asks, turning away from me. I relaxed a little in my seat.
“She’s a liar! There are no such things as ghosts.”
“Joseph. I’m going to have to ask you to go to your room.” Ms. Lindsey stood up. “You’ve been a good help but I think Emily was just pretending. There was no need for a fight. I hope you’ve both learned a lesson.”
That was quick.
Ms. Lindsey walked over to the door and opened it. Waiting for Joe to do as she says. He did. Why don’t I get to go? I sat still and waited. I heard the door close and Ms. Lindsey came back to the desk. She didn’t sit down. I felt her hand on my shoulder.
“Emily, I think you should come with me.” I nodded and stood up. I felt like a robot. Doing everything so stiffly. “There’s something you need to see.” Ms. Lindsey looked sad. Almost pitiful of me. I followed her out the door.
We walked in silence for a while before I asked. “Where are we going?” We were now in the lower level of the orphanage. I never came down here unless we were playing hide and seek. Though that rarely happened. She had one of those fancy torches that lit up when you pushed a button.
We stopped walking when we came to a door. The rooms down here were the same as upstairs where my room was. They were dormitories but they were old and unsafe so nobody ever came down here. Ms. Lindsey turned off the torch and opened the door. Light flooded the room immediately. She had flipped the switch. I didn’t even think of electricity working down here. I hesitated before going in. “It’s alright.” Ms. Lindsey turned around to face me. “It’s safe.” She walked over and sat on the edge of the old bed that was placed exactly how mine was. “This was my room when I was your age.” Ms. Lindsey says. “Come on, sit.” She patted the seat next to her. I obeyed and sat next to her.
"You know. When I was a girl about your age, I would get hurt by people telling me that I was a fake. That I was a liar." She said. Great. Now I get to come down into this creepy old room and be this ladies therapist. I just nodded.
"I never let it get to me though. Do you know why?" she asked me.
"Because you knew it was the truth?"
"Yes. Because I knew it was the truth." She looked away towards the window. The rain coming down hard as ever.
"I've seen them too." She smiled slightly. "But they stopped visiting me. They stopped visiting me when I stopped believing in them." She frowned.
I stayed silent.
"I had no choice though. I found out what they were trying to tell me." She looked me right in the eyes. "They wanted me to help them come back." I knew what she meant by that. As bad as it sounded. She was right. I do know what they want from me. I have talked with them.
They want us. They want to live again. The ghosts.
"I refused to help them and they stopped bothering me. I didn't know they were still around until you told me that you've seen them."
"I know what they want." I said.
"I know you know. Emily, tell me everything." The lightening flashed outside. Boy did this feel like a horror movie or something.
"You already know." I didn't hide how scared I was. I could picture how I looked right now. A terrified thirteen year old girl. That's what I looked like.
She nodded.
"Is everyone safe? I refused to help them but they won't leave me alone like you said. They want us. they want us now too." I stood up worried.
"They can't get to anyone without being lead to them. If you refuse to lead them they will have to wait for the next leader. New leaders come once every thirty years. That's why I'm here. I stayed so I could help you, Emily."
"What do I do?" I ask. "What did you do?" She looked away.
"You're braver than I am, Emily. Are you willing to do what I refused? Are you willing to lead the others out of the orphanage?" She asks.
Was she serious?
"Where would we go?"
"You'd have to take them across the great lake. Get as far away as possible." The thunder clapped outside.
"Will that help?"
"Yes. We're the only people on the island. If we escape, they will be left here unless they choose their path and leave this world." Ms. Lindsey said.
"How..." My voice trailed off.
I heard a loud shrieking sound come from the hallway.
Ms. Lindsey paled. "They've found us."
My eyes widened and I looked around. "What do we do?!" I tried not to yell.
"Follow me." She grabbed my hand and lead me towards her closet.
Of course. The closets have passage ways for the servants. Like Liza.
She opened it up and let me through. "I want you to run. Go to the great lake, take the boat. Don't let them come back." She had her torch in one hand and my hand in the other.
I heard more shrieks. They were in the tunnels with us. I looked back. Ms. Lindsey tugged on my hand. "Don't slow down. We can make it." Her voice wavered as she lead the way. I glanced back once more. They were getting louder.
Before long we were outside the orphanage. "Run." She pointed the way for me.
"What about the others?" I asked.
"They'll be safe. The spirits don't have a leader if you go. They won't be able to hurt them." She says.
Before I could blink I saw one of them. They looked to innocent and peaceful. It was a trick. A ghost came out of the tunnel and tackled Ms. Lindsey to the ground.
"Hurry! Run!" She yelled.
I didn't even help her. I ran and I never looked back. I made it to the other side of the great lake. I've been here ever since. I will never get the memories out of my head. They will always haunt me. Just like the ghosts. How I left and forgot my friends, Ms. Lindsey... Aja.
Littleonionwrites wrote: "Woah... that was scarily good!"Thanks. I normally don't write things with ghosts and thirteen year olds but since it's an orphanage story I thought she should be younger. You know. :)
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