Write your short stories here.
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Thread Topic: Write your short stories here.
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WHOAH!!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD!!!! i loved the suspense.... and the end... that was a really good way to like drop the reader in more suspense...
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xXWeeWiiXx NewbieWow! You should be an author
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Aww, thanks everyone! That was so kind of you to read it! I so appreciate it.
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Hmm...I guess I could whip up a short story to put up here later today. Will be very short, though. ^_^;
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I'd much appreciate it if you did, Hamilton.
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I can't think of a short story...I'll make one and post it here! ;)
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I shall get started on one. Just a tiny one, though. It will probably be a mess because I don't know what to write.
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lol, oh dear, this is coming out rather huge. I hope can finish it. @_@
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Here's a short story I'm writing from the top of my head:
Fiona took her backpack which she had just packed with her needed belongings and climbed out her window. She could live in that house anymore. Her father who was a heavy alcholic made life miserable for her mother, her older brother and her. Normally she'd be worried about who she was leaving behind but her brother Michael informed her that he would protect mom, but he was worried that Fiona could get hurt if she remained in this house.
So she started sneaking away from the house, hoping no one who knew her would notice her and tell her father. Everyone else in the community knew him for his hard work ethic, not his destructive behavior at home. She snuck into the shadows and waited for Victor. He snuck up behind her and scared her at first.
"Victor, you dumb---, don't scare me like that!" she hissed in a whisper. "I'm sorry," he replied quietly with a weak grin. "Here's your disguise, sorry I was late." He handed her a wig of long, straight jet black hair and new clothes that were hardcore goth. "You sure you want to look this... dark?" he asked. She paused for a second and said, "I need to start over, reinvent myself. This is the look I want." With that she said goodbye to Victor, who she had known since they were kids in the playground. Before she could leave he took her hand and pulled her close. "I will miss you, Fiona," he looked deep into her ice blue eyes. She looked right back and said, "Me too," and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then before he could say anything she was gone.
She started walking down the sidewalk toward downtown and roamed back to the playground she had spent much time at as a kid. She felt a sudden urge to go over and climb back up the jungle-gym and climb that one old oak tree near the picnic tables. Then in the distance she saw a small bright light and three teenage kids standing around it. She cautiously went over toward them and at first they glared at her. "Uh, hey I'm Fiona," she replied, wondering why she was even there in the first place. Then she noticed their features; one was a girl with platinum blonde hair and pink streaks in it, wearing hardcore punk clothes. She smiled friendly and waved. Another was a girl with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes and wicked dark clothes. The last was a guy who had jet black hair and a lip ring and dressed very hardcore as well, but he looked pretty friendly. "Hi my name's Maddie," the friendly blonde girl chimed. "This is Ruki," she points to the boy. "And this is-," "Karen," the brunette girl said before Maddie could. "What is it you want?"
"Um, well honestly I have nowhere else to go and I just-" "Oh," Karen broke a bit of a smile. "Runaway?" "Well, yeah," Fiona admited. "My house was becoming dangerous." Karen nodded, she seemed to be the leader of their little group. "Well, we kind of have the same circumstances. We've come together to form a band but we need a singer." She looked curiously at Fiona. "Can you sing?"
Fiona was a little surprised at the offer but nods lightly. "I love to sing. I've always wanted to be a singer." "Cool, so sing! Now." Karen insisted. Fiona felt a little shy but sang the first verses that came to her head, which were from the song I'm With You by Avril Lavigne. They looked at her impressed by the melody of her voice. "That's really good," Ruki said shyly but happily. "Yeah, that was!" Maddie said perky. "Indeed," Karen admited. "Would you like to join us?" "That'd be awesome," Fiona said.
(OK this is part 1, I'll post the next parts later) xoxo~Ana ^_^ -
Two years later:
The band had grew and had a large fanbase by now. They named the band Martha in memory of Karen's aunt, who had died of terminal cancer. Within the time each of them celebrated their 18th birthdays. Ruki and Fiona started dating and colaborate in songwriting. -
Whelp, here is Part 1 of a story. @_@ I'm just kinda making it up as I go along.
۞┤Ranteu├۞
•Part I•
"You are an honorable man, Aldarad."
"May the Nine Gods bless and protect your spirit."
"We are eternally in your debt."
It was as if every compliment he had ever received in life was being replayed all at once during this moment. In any other circumstance, young Deline Aldarad, priest of the Temple of Nine, would have been flushed red with pleasure, blue eyes shyly looking to the ground as he murmured protestations and declared his unworthiness. Now, he stared into the faces of the men and women who had come to see him off, pale as a cloud, expression strained. None of them could meet his eyes.
A blast of wind whistled through the trees, scattering dead leaves. The horses pawed at the ground and tossed their heads; a shiver went through the group that had little to do with the cold.
The party had traveled with Deline several miles from town, and as deeply into Black Usktia Forest as they dared. There were friends and acquaintances, curious strangers and fellow priests of the Temple... Deline would have rather gone on his own.
"...It is time for us to part ways," said High Priest Esterden, a tall, nearly bald man. He looked down at Deline. "But our souls shall be reunited in the Heavens."
"Yes. Of course; I beg you pray for me." Deline's voice was soft and sweet; he was pleased that it did not waver with fear.
"We will all pray for you." There was a murmur of agreement throughout the group.
Deline nodded, blond curls bouncing. A moment passed, each uncertain whether it was time. Finally, a man remounted his horse, and the group began to leave, calling out their final thanks, encouragements, and blessings as they went.
The High Priest was one of the last. "Are you sure you will not take Epera? She will give you comfort and strength."
Deline looked at the horse. He had raised Epera since she was a foal. The bay mare was his greatest friend, loyal servant, and constant companion. Epera return the gaze; he barely managed to hold back tears.
"No," he finally said, caressing her nose for the last time. "Epera has served me well, and deserves reward. I could not forgive myself if I put her in harms way. I must go alone."
"Your spirit is as pure as fire."
The High Priest said no more. He mounted his own horse, took Epera by the reins, and gave Deline a final nod. Then, he followed the others, heading up the trail and, finally, out of sight.
He had grown up hearing stories about Ranteu, the Shadow Beast. Whenever something bad happened near or in Black Usktia Forest, they said it was Ranteu's work. Children were told not to wander into the wood, or they would be captured and eaten. Some attributed every illness and thunderstorm to him; others scorned such ideas as fairytale nonsense, All, however, recognized his existence and his fearsome power. Travel through the forest was uncommon, and, when necessary, was undertaken with great speed. No one went there alone.
The Shadow Beast, however, was not seen as much as he was felt. Ranteu wasn't a great monster that terrorized. He was the presence just behind you, a shadow in the fog, a snap of cold wind bearing the scent of decay, the abrupt silencing of bird song.
That had changed.
It had started with a young woman, a maiden of just sixteen, going into the forest to collect berries. She went off in the morning, and did not return by afternoon. By nightfall, she still had not appeared. The townsfolk scowered the area, looking for any sign of her. After a five days of frantic searching, she was discovered just outside the forest in a daze, raving about monsters and magic and Ranteu. The poor girl never fully recovered from the experience.
A few weeks later, a wild eyed man ran into town from the path through the woulds. He claimed that he was a servant who had been travelling with his master, coming to visit relatives in the town. A great black beast had attacked in the night, and he had barely escaped with his life. A search for the missing man revealed only a bloodied coat. Two member of the search party were attacked themselves, through strange, black magic.
The town was in panic. What had made Ranteu so angry? Would he come for them? More sightings lead to more fear. Brave souls who tried to kill the creature disappeared, were scared off, or ended up as bloated corpses.
Finally, the High Priest Esterden called a meeting. Something had to be done, and he had a possible solutions. There were many old legends, he said, about Ranteu. One told of a time when Ranteu was wrathful. The story goes that, in order to sate the Beast's appetite, the townsfolk gave him a youth as a sacrifice. Satisfied with the meal, he slept for 700 years.
Deline could remember the moment perfectly. The people around him murmured and milled about, shocked by the suggestion, but scared enough to try anything. Soil and oak leaves perfumed the air. No one knew what to say. To his infinite shame, he hesitated.
Then, taking a deep, long breath, Deline raised his hand and declared that, if it was the Nine's will, he would gladly go to the forest and give his earthly body to Ranteu.
And that was why, on this cloudy, late afternoon, Deline Aldarad had come to Black Usktia Forest.
He stood where he was for a moment, staring down the trail. A part of him wanted so badly to flee, but a stronger, sterner part knew that he could not. The young priest had made his decision.
Deline turned from the trail and closed his eyes. He prayed to each of the Nine in turn, humbly asking for their strength, guidance, wisdom, luck, protection, and mercy. This could very well be his last prayer, and he needed their support more than ever.
The gods answered their humble servant. Renewed determination and courage flowing through him, Deline snapped his eyes open, unfolded his hands, and strode into the unknown. -
Bumpity. XD I just wanted to see if anyone had any input on what I'd written in my story so far.
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Bravo! What a nice story Ana! It was so good! I like Ruki's story the most! You've got great talent! I love your story!
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And Hamilton... wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow, that was a really really good story, very dark and mysterious, very full of energy, grabs you in and you're drawn to it until the end... where'd you get an idea as good as that? It was really good, both your stories really rocked, it makes mine look like sh1t, it was about time other people started writing short stories, it's usually only me.
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Here's a short story I wrote during my stay in Korea, it's very simple:-
~Flarental Twins~
Dear diary:
I learnt a new word today! I learnt it from grandma, she was baking cookies in the oven and we helped her decorate them.
She kept saying things like: 'Susie! Stop spilling bits of chocolate on the floor!' and 'Nichole! Stop eating the blue icing!' and so on, I asked grandma how she could tell us so easily apart, and she laughed hard and said: 'Because you're flarental twins! How could I not tell the difference between you silly susie?'
So I asked her what that word meant, and she said: 'What? Flarental? It means twins that do not look alike, see, Nichole has black hair and green eyes like mummy, and you have gold hair like daddy, but green eyes like mummy'
'But if we're twins, why are we different then?' I asked my grandma.
She shrugged and said: 'I have no idea, but it's pretty rare'
'What does that mean?' I asked her.
'Rare means it doesn't happen a lot' said Grandma.
'Oh' I said, 'So that makes us special?'
And she smiled at both of us and said: 'One's the dough that makes the cookie, the other is the toppings that make it sweeter'
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