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The light is too bright in my eyes. I wince away, but the light follows me. "Stop!" I beg, "Stop!" Their cruel laughter echos in my ears. I shut my eyes, anything to get away from the light. The next second a fist smashes sideways into my head, blowing me off my feet. I hit the dirt hard, and feel my nose begin to bleed. "Get up," a voice barks. "Get up or we'll use the wip." I slowly push myself up, tears making tracks on my dirty face. My body shakes with the already overwhelming pain. Why?
I stared up at the ceiling. Content just to stare. The unusual patterns and the swift backstrokes had always captured my attention. I couldn't quite grasp how someone could paint this work of art on a ceiling. I myself love to paint, but have not yet mastered the painting of ceilings. A hand interrupts my staring. I sigh. Naturally someone has to interrupt my thoughts.
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"Who is it?" I call, pausing my Ipod.
"Your grandfather!" An unfamiliar voice barks.
I stiffen. I don't have a grandfather. They both died a long time ago, before I was born.
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Ping! My inbox dinged. I clicked on the message. It was from.... my long lost cousin, Fred. He was at my neighboors house! What! I ran over and knocked on my neighboors door. The man who answered it was writhered with age. "Who are You?"
"Your cousin, Fred."
Fred? Fred wasnt an old man, last time i saw him he was only 13 years old! And that was just last year! "What happened to you?"
"I cant say."
(oops sorry more than a para.)
"Your cousin, Fred."
Fred? Fred wasnt an old man, last time i saw him he was only 13 years old! And that was just last year! "What happened to you?"
"I cant say."
(oops sorry more than a para.)
Okay, I am making this up on this spot... I can't tell you why I can do this - I can, and that's it, and that's all that I plan on telling you. I can't tell you why sometimes people don't even notice that I'm there, or why they snap up, in full attention when I want them to. It's like I have every four year old, snotty child's dream - everyone does what I want them to, and I never have to say anything to make them. They just do. Again, I can't tell you why - that would be terrible, awful for me. The end of my world as I know it, or at least the end of any happiness that I've had in the past lifetime. But I can't help it, I can't help it at all - if I had had my druthers, some four year old child would have gotten the power. But they haven't, and this is what I have to live with.
Okay, I just made that up . . . yeah. Not that I plan on doing anything with it, but it sounds rather like an opening, yeah?
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Sella, ov vey! i haven't checked this group in months. ><
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"Ka-tie, honey! We're ba-ack!"
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Hahaha, Sella... Hum, this is the beginning of the story that I am writing, yay!! ^.^
It was odd at first, being swallowed by sky, and being surrounded by all that blue. It washed over me like water, drowning me until I had learned how to breathe.
I had only a little while to see what was before me, until my eyes blurred, shoving out all memories of what was before, trapping me where I was then. I gasped, shocked at all that happened. Because I had been whisked away, somehow or other, and I had been swallowed up by the sky.
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This is the beginning of what I'm working on right now.A man and a woman are walking slowly through a crowd. Trying to blend in. Trying to not be seen. A woman standing on a building sees the couple and points. "There!" she yells. Her army chases the couple and they run. The lady falls, and urges her husband to continue without her. He pulls her to her feet, ignoring her protests. They run into an alley, there's no way to escape. "Zbuijn or NBUGOL!" says the woman from on top of the building, and the couple is instantaneously bound by dark chains. Chains of SHADOW.
It makes more sense when it's presented visually.
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Maybe if I hadn't decided to play with my food, I could have avoided it all. Maybe if had been a good little girl and just killed it quickly, like I was supposed to, I wouldn't have added another thing to the list of things I didn't know. The most dangerous of them all. I hadn't known that everything would get thrown out of balance. Nothing could have prepared me for that. Nothing. I never would have guessed that the tables would turn on me. That the roles would switch. That my food would become the hunter.
And I would become the prey. Their prey.
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It was a meeting of chance, between her and him. The bastard daughter and the highly ranked son of a Lord. If the ball hadn't been thrown, maybe the whole situation wouldn't have arisen. Maybe. But then again, what fate wants, fate gets. Nothing can stand in its way. So if fate decided to kill you, or someone you loves, how could you stop them, if you could at all?
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something im working on, first paragraph.The view from my window offered landscapes that painters could only dream of. Acres of grassy fields with squirrels and birds playing a merry game of chase. And every day I longed to be able to experience the outdoors, without a piece of glass separating me from that magical world.
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thanx sella, brigid!! i needed feedback like that!! XD
ooh, and thats good. i like that similie.
I don't get this whole paragraph thing.
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Cali, you just basically write one paragraph taken from any story, or made up on the spot, of about anything.
"Take this." The woman begged. But he didn't want to. He did not want to take the item, even though it meant the fate of the world, he did not want to have that burden. The redness around it ripped from the parcel. "I can't." he insisted.
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I took a deep breath. “You know, Jack, there’s something we have in common.”
He stared at me, confused. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
I felt the rush. This was it. This was the moment.
I looked up, right into his eyes. I made sure that I didn’t blink, that I didn’t flinch, that I didn’t look away for a single instant. He looked back at me with the same steadiness, waiting.
“That we don’t exist,” I said.
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Three quarters of the population in America has been brutally brainwashed into thinking that a mere illusion is reality. This illusion has to do with three things- the television, a certain movie-making company, and the term “happily ever after.”
I dunno why I posted it, I just think that sounds cool...
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