Cinna's Notebook
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wOaH I accidentally clicked the "ENTER" button and it made the thread omgggggggggg
Welp this is where I'll put some of the stuff down that I write I guess -
I’ll be watching closely so do your worst I mean best
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*ghosts thread*
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Darkness.
Shadows enveloped me, daring to pull me into their grasp and refuse to ever let me go. The area around me is cold and frigid, sending inaudible chills down my spine. I feel as if I’m sitting in a cup filled with ice-cold water. Large cubes of cracked ice covered the surface of the freezing liquid, blocking my exit. My freedom. The water encircled me, flooding into my lungs. I gasped for a relieving breath of air, but more water greeted my gaping mouth instead. I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning. Drowning in darkness. I was alone. I couldn’t escape.
Bubbles floated gracefully around me, filled with air. How I longed for air! I reached for them, but they danced just out of my reach. They were taunting me, I could tell. I could not reach the bubbles of air. To breathe. To be free of this prison of shadows. No one came to drink the water in the cup and grant me the light I so desired. Why? I didn’t know.
I have created a vortex of solitude that wouldn’t stop dragging me back into its merciless self. I was frightened. Terrified. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk, I could barely even move. The water around me was becoming thicker by the minute, slowly morphing into the consistency of syrup. It had become even more difficult for me to move my limbs. I was becoming helplessly constricted. The water got thicker and thicker until finally…
I opened my eyes.
I was lying sleepily on an aged and uncomfortable twin mattress in a bedroom that I would say was very… minimalistic. Nothing decorated the elegant, hand-carved, cedar wood furniture besides an unbelievably large book with frayed pages the color of rose gold.
Are you waiting for me to tell you that the darkness was just a dream, and that I have just awoken in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom? Well, the darkness was simply a nightmare, but I felt as if the events that had taken place in my dream were just mere samples of what awaits me in my future. My surroundings are not familiar. I haven’t the slightest idea where I am. Horror clutches my neck in it’s unforgiving hands and begins to choke me.
Where am I? How did I get here? What happened!?!? Ten thousand fearful questions speed through my mind, but somehow I don’t hear them. All I hear is my thumping heart, fabric rustling as my hands grip the bedsheets in trepidation, and the sound of distant footsteps walking right. Towards. Me. -
*looks down* I'm around you?
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I wrote this in the past, it's one of my old ones
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It was from a book that I was writing but I gave up on it bc I lost interest
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This is my book Hijacked. I'm writing it as well as posting in on Quotev, and if I ever finish it then I might publish it, idk.
Chapter 1 - Introductions
Hijacked. A top-secret cyber hacking organization led by fifteen-year-old Arabella Shaw. This group is among the greatest hackers in the world, and no one has any idea who they are when they’re simply walking down the crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. Hijacked consists of four teenagers, their ages ranging from fifteen to seventeen. Arabella Shaw, Kai Pagan, Sebastian Green, and Olivia Green. They spend hours of their time, usually staying awake until two or three in the morning, scouring the endless field of the internet for victims. They get thousands of dollars in which they each save up for their futures, so when they’re older and no longer under the custody of their parents, they can be wealthy. But, unlike all other hackers of the world, Hijacked hacks not for the money they get, but just for the fun of it.
Sinister, isn’t it?
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“Arabella, time for school!” A female voice called out from a distance. Bella’s pale green eyes opened to see the familiar textured white ceiling above her. She sat up reluctantly. The memory foam mattress she was lying on was so soft, so welcoming. Her magenta comforter was toasty warm from covering her through the night. Bella fell asleep at around two in the morning the night before, which was common for her.
“Arabella, get up!” The voice shouted once more. Bella sighed.
“OK, I’m up,” she bellowed weakly while sliding gracefully off of her mattress. Her bare feet touched the black, hardwood floor, making the teenager wince at the sudden cold. She touched this floor every morning after waking up, but somehow she’s always shocked every time.
Bella chose to wear her black t-shirt with the word, “FEMINIST” printed boldly on the front along with her light denim shorts that covered slightly less than half of her thigh. She grabbed her ivory-white Jansport backpack, slipped on her black and white checkered Vans, and traveled quietly down the short, dim hallway that led to the main area of her apartment.
Bella, when she entered the cramped kitchen, saw her mother placing a cherry red plastic tray on the small, wooden table where the family ate breakfast. She glanced up towards me and smiled, wiping a few drops of sweat off of her forehead.
“Good morning Arabella.” She greeted her. Bella gave her mother a small smile.
“Good morning Mom. And I thought I told you to call me Bella.”
“Well I don’t care what you want, you are my baby girl and I’m calling you Arabella. You have such a beautiful name, why would you want to shorten it?”
“Because I want to? I don’t know.” Bella replied, taking a bite out of a piece of a toasted waffle covered in Nutella. Bella glanced down towards the leather watch on her wrist. It read 7:45 am.
“Oh crap, I gotta go, school starts in fifteen minutes!” She shouted, taking another swift bite out of her waffle and dashing out the door in an attempt to catch the bus. Her mother sighed and chuckled at the half-eaten breakfast that Bella had left on the table and picked up the stoneware plate, placing it gently in the sink.
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The bus was loud. Louder than Bella preferred, but she was used to it by now. Bella and her friends sat in the very back row, and everyone else that rode on this specific bus knew to not sit there. That row was their row, and that was just how it was.
Bella strolled casually down the walkway, the deafening sounds of students shouting, gossiping, and talking enveloping the area around her. She stooped. Bella reached her hand up to her face and brushed a strand of her deep magenta hair out of the way of her vision. Then she continued to walk towards the back row.
“Hey, Bella!” A voice greeted quietly but optimistically from nearby. Bella spotted a head of long and wavy dark brown hair facing her. Piercing blue eyes stared at her, and friendly glint swimming through them. Olivia Green. Or Liv, as her friends called her. Bella smiled and plopped herself down next to Liv. Two boys were sitting on the bench across from Liv and Bella. One with light brown hair and icy blue eyes and the other with jet black hair and amber eyes. As Bella sat down, the boys looked towards her with jokingly accusing faces.
“Yeah, sure, only say hi to Liv. Yeah because she’s totally your only friend and we never existed.” The brown-haired boy said with a chuckle.
“Yup, Seb and I here were just some of the many extras in your oh so fabulous life with Olivia Green.” The but with the striking amber eyes commented, grinning. Bella scoffed, annoyed, but smiled slightly at her friends’ comments.
“Hi to you too, guys,” she said.
“Um, I’m sorry, hi to who?” Seb asked, cupping his hand around his ear to put emphasis on his question.
“Hi to you too, Sebastian Green and Kai Pagan,” Bella said, her smile growing.
“Ah, there you go. Finally acknowledging our existence.” Seb said with a grin.
“So,” Bella began just as the rowdy bus started on its journey to the school, “did you guys get any hacking done last night?”
“Yeah, I pulled a trojan horse on a twelve-year-old girl in Manhattan last night. I researched her and saw that she was subscribed to a weekly zodiac horoscope on her email, so I unsubscribed her from it and replaced the email with my own subscription email impersonation. When she opens the attachment today, my malware’s gonna infect her and send her an automatic message that tells her to pay me 300 bitcoin. We’ll see if it works.” Kai said while checking the time on his phone.
“I sent out my first prototype of the SECRETADMIRER virus to a twenty-two-year-old in LA,” Seb responded.
“Wait, isn’t it called the ILOVEYOU virus?” Liv asked, furrowing her dark eyebrows.
“That’s the name of the original. The SECRETADMIRER is a branch off of the ILOVEYOU virus. I created it myself. The ILOVEYOU virus sends an email that simply says, “Kindly Check The Attached Love Letter Coming From Me.” And then a document is attached to the email that installs malware on the person’s device and sends that exact same email to all of that person’s contacts. The SECRETADMIRER virus is more realistic at first appearance. I research my victim on social media and whatnot and find out who that person likes or loves. I then find that person and spoof their email so it seems like the email I’m sending to my victim is coming from them. It reaches less people than ILOVEYOU does, but it’ll hopefully fool more clever people.” Informed Seb. Liv made an ‘o’ with her mouth indicating that she understood Seb’s statement and then began to state what she had done the previous night.
“I hacked into the CEO of amazon’s Linkedin account and got ten thousand bucks from making a “deal” with people saying that if they gave me five hundred bucks, I’d give them five thousand.” She stated, her attention mostly on her large book that laid open on her lap.
“What did you do last night, Bella?” Kai inquired curiously.
“I didn’t hack last night, I was searching darknet for Aurum,” Bella replied.
“Aurum? The legendary hacker that hacks the hackers? The hacker of all hackers? How do you expect to find him? He is never found; every time he hacks, he changes his email, darknet account, and his phone number. And more! And really think that you’re gonna find him?” Kai asked, his expression a canvas painted with bewilderment.
“I didn’t expect to find him. I was just bored and decided to try.” Bella remarked while flicking a speck of dirt off of her shorts. But that remark was a smooth lie. She in fact did want to find Aurum, even though it was simply out of curiosity. She also wanted to test herself. She wanted to find out if she had what no one else has ever had yet. She wanted to know if she had wha -
DAMN IT it got cut off. I'll try to post something else. This one is a short submission thing that I wrote for a March writing contest on Quotev. It's called Soft-Spoken.
Salty tears streamed down Faith's pale cheeks. They were warm; a contrast to the cold pit in her stomach. Her chocolate brown eyes glistened with grief. Cade was lying on the dusty ground in front of her, his once-pristine white shirt now stained with crimson blood. His eyes were close to lifeless. Faith remembered when he was lively; his beautiful eyes used to sparkle with bliss. His eyes were indescribable. Mostly amber and gold, but with a hint of ocean blue mixed in. They reminded Faith of newly-made marbles. The marbles that she and Cade had played with as kids. Kids. When everything was perfect. Back then, they would have never believed that something like this could happen.
"Cade! Wait up!" Young Faith called out in exasperation. Her full, white bangs were plastered to her forehead from the perspiration that had been exiting her pores. Cade and she had been running for about five miles now, and Faith very much wanted to stop. Cade had been telling her that they were almost there for two miles.
"Come on, Faith! We're almost there!" Cade shouted back at his friend once more. Faith rolled her eyes and continued to run after Cade, her bare feet fleeting quickly across the gravel path. "Hey, look at this!" Cade exclaimed suddenly as he halted and stared at something on the ground in wonder. Faith furrowed her light eyebrows and headed over to where Cade was crouching down.
"What is it?" She inquired. Cade plucked one of them from the dusty road and held it up for Faith to see. It was a small, round marble. But it was magnificent. Very colorful and contrast, this marble mesmerized Faith as well as Cade.
"I'm going to keep it." Cade proclaimed, stuffing the marble into the front pocket of his jeans. Faith's brown eyes widened.
"But what if it belongs to someone?" Faith asked. She didn't want to be accused as a thief.
"Oh it'll be fine, don't worry," Cade said with a twinkle in his eye that Faith grinned sheepishly at. "Let's go home."
More tears fell from Faith's chocolate eyes. Cade was ill. He had been for a long time now. But Faith never knew that it would get to the point where he was lying in her arms, his body losing its life.
At least they were here, at the place where they found the marble. This was the first and last place a connection between the two would be made.
Faith fell into another memory. This time, it was of her family.
Heat. It was terribly strong, giving young Faith blisters on her cheeks, hands, and whatever was closest to the flames. If you were to see the flames as just flames, you would say they were beautiful. You would marvel at the way they danced with grace and poise. You would smile at the way they glowed bright and lit up an area with just one spark. But to Faith, she only felt grief and hatred towards the flames. Those flames had enveloped her house. They had filled the lungs of her parents. Her brothers. Her sisters. Faith was the only one left in her family.
And she couldn't cry. The dry heat that emitted from the fire had evaporated all the water that escaped her tear ducts.
When she ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth, she discovered that it was dry and cottony, either from the evaporating heat or from dull fear.
Or both.
Faith sobbed uncontrollably at the memory. She had lost her family, and Cade was the only friend she ever had. And now she was losing Cade. No, her mind whimpered. No! Please, no! Don't take him! He all I have left...
"Hey," Cade's weak voice began. Faith whipped her head down to stare into his mesmerizing eyes. "Smile." Faith looked at him with a confused expression.
"What?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper that whisked away in the breeze. The corners of Cade's mouth turned upward slightly.
"Smile. Please. I can't bear to see you so depressed." He responded.
Faith felt a pang of grief in her heart at this comment, but she smiled for Cade. It took all of her willpower to not break down in sobs again, but she did it. Her face was like a piece of art. Her mouth was a smile, but her eyes were sad, with tears slipping down her cheeks non-top. But she smiled. For Cade. For the fact that he was the only person close to her besides her family. For the fact that she was spending every last one of his moments with him. She smiled for him. But she whispered one last thing.
"Please," She pleaded. "I can't lose you too."
Cade smiled at her.
"Faith, you'll never lose me. I promise." Cade told her as he gently placed something in her trembling hand. His voice was so soft-spoken. So gentle. So loving. Faith would never forget the sound of his voice.
Cade's eyes dulled. His muscles relaxed and his head went limp. He... was... dead. No, no this couldn't be true. He was the only thing that Faith had left. And he's gone. Faith's smile dissipated and dry sobs echoed around the area.
"No..."
Then Faith remembered. Before he died, Cade placed something in her hand. It was cold and smooth. It was round. Her brown eyes widened. As Faith opened her hand to see what was clutched inside her palm. More tears slid down her face. It was the marble from their childhood. She thought that it was long gone, but it was right there. This time she did smile. And not just to make Cade happy.
And now, as Faith stared at the precious marble in her hand, she knew what he meant when he told her that she would never lose him. -
Woah! I love your writing :D
Hijacked is probably my favorite, I'd love to read a full book of it! -
Omg thank you! I’m publishing Hijacked on Quotev if you wanna read it
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Aye. That's very good.
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Aw, thanks!
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Aye no problem.
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