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awesome, i never got to finish and use my story for the 2nd writing contest so I think im gonna use it here
how long do we have?
okay! Thanks!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/1...
Here are both of my writings. They aren't that good, but they aren't bad wither...
Have fun!
:)
Here are both of my writings. They aren't that good, but they aren't bad wither...
Have fun!
:)
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wait, is the contest over or can I still post mine? I probably won't, just wondering lol
No mean like because everyone has a link
Ok I have one, I hope I'm not too late! (P.S. It's not finished yet but I hope you like it, also I wasn't allowed to post enough of it because it was too long.)
AFTER
Joseph let out a loud swear word and ran his hand through his hair.
Stella. His heart started to beat faster just thinking about her. She'd know how to fix this. Fix him.
Yes. Stella. That's where he would go. He would go anywhere she was, unless she didn't want him to. He hoped she wouldn't be repulsed by what they'd done to him. He hoped she wouldn't run away and leave him and hate him and hurt him and rip herself out of his life and be scarred by him forever. He hoped. But hoping was only hope.
He wondered if she would forgive him.
He wondered if she could ever love him like this.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw the monster he'd become. The animal they had turned him into. The ruthless killing machine, who never failed to kill. It would be hard to restrain himself from killing her- it would be hard to choose the human instincts- which were to kiss and hold Stella over and over all the time, whisper in her ear- over his new ones. But he would do it. He would never live it down if he killed Stella, even if the living without her didn't kill him. He loved her. With all his human heart. He wasn't making any promises about his wolverine one.
He glanced over at her house. No, she wouldn't be there. He kept on forgetting how much time had passed out here. A sharp pang spread through his stomach. Time. Another reason he could never ever be with Stella. He was years and years younger than her. Would she even recognize him? More importantly, would he recognize her?
He called Stephen's old cell phone number, doubting he would still have that number or phone, and not knowing where either of his sisters were. God, he hoped they wouldn't freak.
He tugged on his gloves and left the house, not bothering to put a shirt on because he knew it wouldn't fit, not after what they had done to him. He had been big and muscly to start with.
Someone picked up on the fourth ring. It was a girls voice. Shoot.
"Hi. This is... Uh, Joseph. Joseph.... Stella's friend." he wondered if that would be enough or even if this girl knew him or Stella or even Stephen at all.
"Um.... I don't know any Stella's."
"Who is this I am speaking to, may I ask?"
"My name is Mia Jachino."
Joseph swore. "Sorry, sorry. Um... Mia? Do you remember me? I went to..." he winced."High school with you?"
"Joseph, did you say your name was?"
He nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him. Then he said,"Yeah," realizing.
"I don't know any Joseph's or any Stella's. Maybe you have the wrong number."
"No! No, Mia, listen to me! Stella Finn. That girl... Remember, that girl from high school? And I was her best friend Joseph? Brown spiky hair, hazel eyes, tall.... Stella has short dark hair with highlights... Green eyes..."
"Nope, still not ringing any bells."
"Azacci. That's my last name. Please, please Mia.... I need you to remember...."
"I'm sorry. Maybe you have the wrong number."
"Wait! Mia! Did you ever know an Aven Diquito or a Stephen Finn?"
There was a loud crash from the other end. "Hello? Mia?"
"How do you know about those two boys?" she said in a hushed whisper.
"Aven was Stella's old boyfriend and my friend and Stephen was- is- her brother."
"Oh my God Joseph! Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god!" she just kept saying that over and over until Joseph yelled,"Mia, will you get over it already?! What happened to Stephen and Aven and why did you say you didn't remember me or Stella? And why did you pick up at Stephen's old number?"
"Okay, Joseph, where are you?"
He looked around."I'm not sure." He ran by instinct mostly these days.
"I'm in Tino's, that bar a few blocks away from my old old house."
He nodded. He wasn't really all that familiar with Mia's neighborhood, but he could find his way.
"I'll explain everything to you there." She hesitated."I'm glad you're... Back, Joseph." then she hung up.
He got to Tino's ten minutes later and strolled in, trying to look like he belonged, but it was hard when he was half wolverine- basically very big and bulky. More than an average human- even a buff one.
He could smell the fresh blood in the air and it took everything he had to restrain himself from attacking someone.
Mia spotted him quickly and waved him over. He squeezed into the narrow booth across from her and couldn't help feeling relieved as he finally saw a familiar face, no matter how much older. It was the same as he remembered, only the eyes looked older, and her hair was longer.
"Joseph..." she said softly, gazing at him. "It really is you." she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. It wouldn't be good if her mascara got into her eyes- that would sting and she wouldn't be able to see and she would end up lookin like a half dead raccoon with rabies in front of the forbidden and very very young love of her life.
"What happened to you, though, Joseph? Where did you go? Where have you been?"
He shook his head."I can't tell you that. Just tell me whats going on here."
A little after you left Stella.... She.... She went crazy. Insane. She went around telling people all these absurd stories-"
"Like what?"
"Like that you fell down the bottomless pit and were going to rot in hell for some terrible things you'd done to her-"
"I never did anything to her!"
Mia ignored him."She said that you painted her one day- that you painted her the color of blood and ate the paint and then passed out. She said stuff like you weren't human and you were going to get killed and that there were two guys that she kept seeing everywhere that seemed to be following her- she thought they were her stalkers- and..."
Mia went on, but all Joseph could think about was that she had said that he wasn't human and that he was going to get killed and that there were two men following her.
He had been part of the Halfworld, the magical place of torture, cruelty, neglect, and war- not immortal but someone who lived longer than most and who was more athletically gifted... Someone who could do things. Someone whose father was evil and ran the unjust government of the Halfworld and thrown Joseph's own sister into jail. In the Halfworld less time passed. It could have been two years out here and only one in there. That was why he was so much younger than everyone else, and why a lot had changed. He had gone to war to fight against his mother in the Mirrorworld, his father in the Halfworld, and his stepmother in the Otherworld/Netherworld. He had had to leave Stella, knowing that even if he made it out alive, it was possible that Stella could be dead, that she would forget him, and at the very least that he would be only half of her age.
But now that the time was here, he found that it was a lot more complicated than that, because he was half wolverine now, not part Halfworld. They had removed that part of him and replaced it with wolverine DNA, which was a problem because now he didn't belong in any world or with any crowd. Just Stella. But they couldn't be together now.
"Joseph?" Mia was saying his name and looking concerned "Joseph?"
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Oh, God, I have to go see her...."
The pained look that spread across Mia's face surprised him.
"Please! I haven't even told you what happened to Stephen and Aven yet."
Joseph said,"Allright, but hurry up."
"Stella got placed in a mental hospital and-"
Joseph stood up."I need to go, Mia. I'm sorry. Maybe you can tell me later. Where is Stella now? I really really need to see her."
Mia looked so hurt that it would've made him hug her to make her feel better if he wasn't so worried about Stella."She got released a while ago. Like years and years ago. I don't know where she is. You could try asking the mental hospital or looking her up in my yellow pages."
"Yeah, could I use those?"
Mia bit back a smile. He would have to come back to her house. Ew, she thought, she was being so disgusting. He was only... Well, she didn't know how old he was, but he definitely wasn't the age he was supposed to be, which was twenty six, like her. She couldn't like him. Love him. Be with him. Even if he had wanted that too, which she was sure he didn't, he was still hung up on Stella. With satisfaction, she realized that Stella would be too old for him too.
She had changed, but her love for Joseph hadn't. And clearly that would be a problem.
"Of course, Joseph. But-"
He cut her off again."Please. I need to find out now. I need to see her."
Mia felt the jealousy coming on and tried to suppress it. This was absolutely vile."Yeah. Okay. I get it."
She drove him to her house.
He knew that Mia had a thing for him, and he felt pretty terrible whenever he talked to her or so much as looked at her. That made him feel even more horrible, though.
He and Mia were just a whole mess- and now he felt bad, too, callin her and sitting down to eat with her and then only being concerned about Stella. He knew that she probably still didn't like him, years and years had passed, and they hadn't seen each other in forever, plus there was that awkward age difference. But still. He felt like a jerk.
He quickly found the number that had Stella Finn written next to it and hoped it worked. He used his cell phone, scared that she wouldn't pick up, scared that she would- scared that she wouldn't remember him, or wouldn't believe him, or would reject him, or would be mad at him. The possibilities were endless and quite scary.
The phone rang a few times- enough to make him even more anxious- before someone picked up.
"Hell...o?" a voice said, sounding a little confused, probably by the caller ID. It was Stella's voice. Stella's sweet sweet voice. He almost passed out from relief.
"Stella," he said quietly, disbelief and love and nervousness clouding his tone.
"Wh-H-who-How- what- um..... Who is this?"
His heart crashed. "You may not believe this, but it's Joseph."
"Joseph....."
"Azacci." It pained him.
"No. I mean..... No. Really. Who is this."
"It is me. It's Joseph Azacci. I'm back. I'm sorry it took so long, Stell. Please believe me..... Are you okay?"
A short silence followed."Yes, yes, I'm fine, I.... I-" She sounded a little choked up.
"Hey, hey, Stell, don't- look, I'll explain- Where are you?"
She managed to give him an address, a little reluctantly, a little nervously. A little scared. A little hopeful.
He said,"Hey, Mia, I hate to ask this of you, but could you please drive me to this address?"
Stella clutched the phone to her chest in disbelief. Could it be true? She would keep her door locked until she was sure it was him- but she wondered if she would even be able to tell. A long time had passed.
When her doorbell rang she shakily put down the picture of the two of them she had been holding and walked over to the door. She looked through the window.
A boy that looked about eighteen stood outside. He was buff and resembled her Joseph a little. She opened the door a crack and stuck her head out.
"How do I know it's really you?"
"I promised that when I came back we'd find a way to be together. I don't know if you would even want me to try to keep the second part of that promise, but by hell I am going to keep my promise to you about coming back."
AFTER
Joseph let out a loud swear word and ran his hand through his hair.
Stella. His heart started to beat faster just thinking about her. She'd know how to fix this. Fix him.
Yes. Stella. That's where he would go. He would go anywhere she was, unless she didn't want him to. He hoped she wouldn't be repulsed by what they'd done to him. He hoped she wouldn't run away and leave him and hate him and hurt him and rip herself out of his life and be scarred by him forever. He hoped. But hoping was only hope.
He wondered if she would forgive him.
He wondered if she could ever love him like this.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw the monster he'd become. The animal they had turned him into. The ruthless killing machine, who never failed to kill. It would be hard to restrain himself from killing her- it would be hard to choose the human instincts- which were to kiss and hold Stella over and over all the time, whisper in her ear- over his new ones. But he would do it. He would never live it down if he killed Stella, even if the living without her didn't kill him. He loved her. With all his human heart. He wasn't making any promises about his wolverine one.
He glanced over at her house. No, she wouldn't be there. He kept on forgetting how much time had passed out here. A sharp pang spread through his stomach. Time. Another reason he could never ever be with Stella. He was years and years younger than her. Would she even recognize him? More importantly, would he recognize her?
He called Stephen's old cell phone number, doubting he would still have that number or phone, and not knowing where either of his sisters were. God, he hoped they wouldn't freak.
He tugged on his gloves and left the house, not bothering to put a shirt on because he knew it wouldn't fit, not after what they had done to him. He had been big and muscly to start with.
Someone picked up on the fourth ring. It was a girls voice. Shoot.
"Hi. This is... Uh, Joseph. Joseph.... Stella's friend." he wondered if that would be enough or even if this girl knew him or Stella or even Stephen at all.
"Um.... I don't know any Stella's."
"Who is this I am speaking to, may I ask?"
"My name is Mia Jachino."
Joseph swore. "Sorry, sorry. Um... Mia? Do you remember me? I went to..." he winced."High school with you?"
"Joseph, did you say your name was?"
He nodded, forgetting she couldn't see him. Then he said,"Yeah," realizing.
"I don't know any Joseph's or any Stella's. Maybe you have the wrong number."
"No! No, Mia, listen to me! Stella Finn. That girl... Remember, that girl from high school? And I was her best friend Joseph? Brown spiky hair, hazel eyes, tall.... Stella has short dark hair with highlights... Green eyes..."
"Nope, still not ringing any bells."
"Azacci. That's my last name. Please, please Mia.... I need you to remember...."
"I'm sorry. Maybe you have the wrong number."
"Wait! Mia! Did you ever know an Aven Diquito or a Stephen Finn?"
There was a loud crash from the other end. "Hello? Mia?"
"How do you know about those two boys?" she said in a hushed whisper.
"Aven was Stella's old boyfriend and my friend and Stephen was- is- her brother."
"Oh my God Joseph! Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god!" she just kept saying that over and over until Joseph yelled,"Mia, will you get over it already?! What happened to Stephen and Aven and why did you say you didn't remember me or Stella? And why did you pick up at Stephen's old number?"
"Okay, Joseph, where are you?"
He looked around."I'm not sure." He ran by instinct mostly these days.
"I'm in Tino's, that bar a few blocks away from my old old house."
He nodded. He wasn't really all that familiar with Mia's neighborhood, but he could find his way.
"I'll explain everything to you there." She hesitated."I'm glad you're... Back, Joseph." then she hung up.
He got to Tino's ten minutes later and strolled in, trying to look like he belonged, but it was hard when he was half wolverine- basically very big and bulky. More than an average human- even a buff one.
He could smell the fresh blood in the air and it took everything he had to restrain himself from attacking someone.
Mia spotted him quickly and waved him over. He squeezed into the narrow booth across from her and couldn't help feeling relieved as he finally saw a familiar face, no matter how much older. It was the same as he remembered, only the eyes looked older, and her hair was longer.
"Joseph..." she said softly, gazing at him. "It really is you." she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. It wouldn't be good if her mascara got into her eyes- that would sting and she wouldn't be able to see and she would end up lookin like a half dead raccoon with rabies in front of the forbidden and very very young love of her life.
"What happened to you, though, Joseph? Where did you go? Where have you been?"
He shook his head."I can't tell you that. Just tell me whats going on here."
A little after you left Stella.... She.... She went crazy. Insane. She went around telling people all these absurd stories-"
"Like what?"
"Like that you fell down the bottomless pit and were going to rot in hell for some terrible things you'd done to her-"
"I never did anything to her!"
Mia ignored him."She said that you painted her one day- that you painted her the color of blood and ate the paint and then passed out. She said stuff like you weren't human and you were going to get killed and that there were two guys that she kept seeing everywhere that seemed to be following her- she thought they were her stalkers- and..."
Mia went on, but all Joseph could think about was that she had said that he wasn't human and that he was going to get killed and that there were two men following her.
He had been part of the Halfworld, the magical place of torture, cruelty, neglect, and war- not immortal but someone who lived longer than most and who was more athletically gifted... Someone who could do things. Someone whose father was evil and ran the unjust government of the Halfworld and thrown Joseph's own sister into jail. In the Halfworld less time passed. It could have been two years out here and only one in there. That was why he was so much younger than everyone else, and why a lot had changed. He had gone to war to fight against his mother in the Mirrorworld, his father in the Halfworld, and his stepmother in the Otherworld/Netherworld. He had had to leave Stella, knowing that even if he made it out alive, it was possible that Stella could be dead, that she would forget him, and at the very least that he would be only half of her age.
But now that the time was here, he found that it was a lot more complicated than that, because he was half wolverine now, not part Halfworld. They had removed that part of him and replaced it with wolverine DNA, which was a problem because now he didn't belong in any world or with any crowd. Just Stella. But they couldn't be together now.
"Joseph?" Mia was saying his name and looking concerned "Joseph?"
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Oh, God, I have to go see her...."
The pained look that spread across Mia's face surprised him.
"Please! I haven't even told you what happened to Stephen and Aven yet."
Joseph said,"Allright, but hurry up."
"Stella got placed in a mental hospital and-"
Joseph stood up."I need to go, Mia. I'm sorry. Maybe you can tell me later. Where is Stella now? I really really need to see her."
Mia looked so hurt that it would've made him hug her to make her feel better if he wasn't so worried about Stella."She got released a while ago. Like years and years ago. I don't know where she is. You could try asking the mental hospital or looking her up in my yellow pages."
"Yeah, could I use those?"
Mia bit back a smile. He would have to come back to her house. Ew, she thought, she was being so disgusting. He was only... Well, she didn't know how old he was, but he definitely wasn't the age he was supposed to be, which was twenty six, like her. She couldn't like him. Love him. Be with him. Even if he had wanted that too, which she was sure he didn't, he was still hung up on Stella. With satisfaction, she realized that Stella would be too old for him too.
She had changed, but her love for Joseph hadn't. And clearly that would be a problem.
"Of course, Joseph. But-"
He cut her off again."Please. I need to find out now. I need to see her."
Mia felt the jealousy coming on and tried to suppress it. This was absolutely vile."Yeah. Okay. I get it."
She drove him to her house.
He knew that Mia had a thing for him, and he felt pretty terrible whenever he talked to her or so much as looked at her. That made him feel even more horrible, though.
He and Mia were just a whole mess- and now he felt bad, too, callin her and sitting down to eat with her and then only being concerned about Stella. He knew that she probably still didn't like him, years and years had passed, and they hadn't seen each other in forever, plus there was that awkward age difference. But still. He felt like a jerk.
He quickly found the number that had Stella Finn written next to it and hoped it worked. He used his cell phone, scared that she wouldn't pick up, scared that she would- scared that she wouldn't remember him, or wouldn't believe him, or would reject him, or would be mad at him. The possibilities were endless and quite scary.
The phone rang a few times- enough to make him even more anxious- before someone picked up.
"Hell...o?" a voice said, sounding a little confused, probably by the caller ID. It was Stella's voice. Stella's sweet sweet voice. He almost passed out from relief.
"Stella," he said quietly, disbelief and love and nervousness clouding his tone.
"Wh-H-who-How- what- um..... Who is this?"
His heart crashed. "You may not believe this, but it's Joseph."
"Joseph....."
"Azacci." It pained him.
"No. I mean..... No. Really. Who is this."
"It is me. It's Joseph Azacci. I'm back. I'm sorry it took so long, Stell. Please believe me..... Are you okay?"
A short silence followed."Yes, yes, I'm fine, I.... I-" She sounded a little choked up.
"Hey, hey, Stell, don't- look, I'll explain- Where are you?"
She managed to give him an address, a little reluctantly, a little nervously. A little scared. A little hopeful.
He said,"Hey, Mia, I hate to ask this of you, but could you please drive me to this address?"
Stella clutched the phone to her chest in disbelief. Could it be true? She would keep her door locked until she was sure it was him- but she wondered if she would even be able to tell. A long time had passed.
When her doorbell rang she shakily put down the picture of the two of them she had been holding and walked over to the door. She looked through the window.
A boy that looked about eighteen stood outside. He was buff and resembled her Joseph a little. She opened the door a crack and stuck her head out.
"How do I know it's really you?"
"I promised that when I came back we'd find a way to be together. I don't know if you would even want me to try to keep the second part of that promise, but by hell I am going to keep my promise to you about coming back."
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