This I suppose is going to be a short story. Don't like it? Then GTFO, cause I'm not gonna deal with anyone's shit right now, or else I'll have to kill a mother fucker.
Dedicated to someone important, not saying who.
There was a time when The City was whole. Though that was many years ago, and is really only remembered as a fairy tale for youngsters. But in a certain section of The Slum, there's an old man who remembers what The City used to be like, he'd even seen it fall. He was in fact, part of the reason why it DID fall. He knew secrets most people from his time never knew, and they will probably never know, considering he is the last of his generation. He has more wisdom, experiences, and more memories in his thumb nail than most people in either side of The City have in their entire existence. He keeps a pocket watch with him at all times, because it has the picture of his dearly beloved in it. It also has something inscribed in it too, but we'll come back to that later. Oh yes, I think I should tell you his name so I don't have to refer to him as "he", or "him" the entire time. This old man's name is Juris.
Now Juris has always been a kind man, generous too. He would always give food to the hungry, have a bed open for someone on the streets. But perhaps we should take a look into his younger days, just before The City had fallen. The year is 20XX and Juris is a young man, freshly out of university. As he was walking down a street in downtown, bustling with people, the snow was falling again. It wasn't unusual, considering it was a few days before Christmas. He had always loved the snow, probably because it reminded him of the very rare and brief, good memories of his childhood. He was heading to a very "unusual", rather "unique" store, where he worked. The only reason why he had accepted a job at this unique store was because the person who owned it was someone he had fallen head over heels for.
Now this person, is the same person who's picture is in the pocket watch, but I'm getting ahead of myself here. Where was I? Oh yes, now I remember. Juris opened the shop's door, the bell rung. Inside this peculiar shop, were strange creatures in cages in varying sizes, old tomes that are possibly centuries old, odd lab equipment that was half off (because of the shifty jobs they had been previously used for), and many odd-bits that are unidentifiable. He called out, "Anyone here?" and a muffled noise from the back room was the reply he had been looking for. "Juris! It's about fucking time you got here you lazy-ass." The rude person saying this rude statement was the one whom he loved. This rude person was buried under a mountain of books that had fallen upon them.
After he helped the rude person out from under the mess, they told him he had something big planned. This plan had stemmed from something he/she (I'm keeping the gender a secret because I can) had heard from a reliable source. As he/she told Juris of this plan, something sinister was also planing something. And as these two plans would collide, all hell would break loose, but no could have known that, no one at all.
End of Part One.
You have intrigued me.
Part 2: Plans that will never be revealed to our ears, my dearies.
After the Rude Person told Juris of their plans, and somewhere else in The City someone had revealed their sinister plans to another. Unfortunately, these plans will never reach your ears or mine. But they were made dearies, yes they were. How such plans were pulled off, that is a story for another time, too many secrets, to many intertwining stories to be told right now, but perhaps I'll tell you later. But not now. For now, I'll jump ahead to the beginning of the war that would separate The City into two, The Slum and The Copious.
It had been about a year or two since that Christmas, when Rude Person told Juris of what was planned, and that it would, without a doubt happen. His beloved had gone to infiltrate The Copious side and had never returned. War had broken out inside The City. Everyone fought on both sides. Men, women, children, young, old, sick and strong. It was absolute bloodshed. Buildings came falling down, the sound of gunfire was constant. Everyday people would cry, but he refused to do so. He'd cry when it was over, or he'd cry in forty years, but he would not cry now. No one knew who they were fighting against, you just attacked whoever you saw. There was no such thing as peace anymore, just utter chaos. Some people had even turned into cannibals, but they were mainly in the sewers, or in the subways. If you knew what was good for you, you stayed away from manholes and subway stairs at all times. The only time the cannibals ever really ate would probably be when small children would carelessly wander to close to their dwellings, and well, I think you get the picture.
When the war had actually broken, every able bodied man was immediately drafted. They had no time for training. They were simply handed a gun, a helmet, and a ragged uniform that hadn't been used in years. They were all told by a man who was quite burly, and glared at them, "If you want to live, then fight for your survival. Your mommy won't be there to coddle you if you scrape your knee. So man up! If you see the person next to you shot dead, you keep on fighting. Now get out there and fucking fight you mamby pambies!" As they trudged along, many were frightened, others relished this opportunity, and a few were feeling hopeless. When they were let loose in the trenches, the battlefield looked like something from a World War battle, except in the middle of a city. When Juris layed his eyes upon it, he couldn't help but feel utter despair and horror. He looked as if he was about to retch. He'd remember what he looked upon for the rest of his life, but especially seeing a purple stuffed bunny lying next to a child's arm. Just a child's arm, nothing more, other than a heap of "meat" right beside the arm. This would haunt him.
About ten years had passed before the City's officials had decided to divide the city to keep peace. It took another ten to get The Copious side rebuilt. The Slum was hastily rebuilt, and still falls apart every now and then. The Cannibals were eventually eliminated, at least, that's what They told you. The cannibals have probably just retreated farther into the subway system. As for Juris, he decided to run the shop his beloved had owned. It still stood proud and unscathed. He remained there for the next 40 or so years. A lady by the name of Jal would visit him once or twice a month, to make sure he was okay. She wouldn't stay long, but she always said that she'd "bring back that Rude Person". And now we return to the present, were Juris is an old man, Jal still visits. She never seems to age at all (no, she not a vampire or werewolf or any other sort of mythical creature like that). The old man would always tell stories to youngsters, and at about 5 or 6 o'clock when the sun was setting, he'd always take out his pocket watch and just smile at the picture inside it. He'd put it away after a few minutes, and would start humming "Stand By Me" to himself. He shed one manly tear, and went inside. He knew he would never see his beloved again, for he was too old now, and his end was near. This old man never woke up the next morning. He died at the age of 109. You never would have guessed him to be that old, since he moved and looked like he was 65.
And what was inscribed in his pocket watch you ask? I might as well tell you.
"A kiss with a fist is better than none."
THE END.
QuoteThe Slum was hastily rebuilt, and still falls apart every now and then.
This line gets me and I don't know why. This is aces, ThatGreenGentleman. I like your style. :)
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WIN
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 09, 2011, 10:11:56 PM
QuoteThe Slum was hastily rebuilt, and still falls apart every now and then.
This line gets me and I don't know why. This is aces, ThatGreenGentleman. I like your style. :)
Thanks. I'm actually quite proud of this story. :)
More inspiration has struck again. This one is based off a song/music video I was listening to. >:D As stated above, don't like this then don't read it, cause this is mainly for my own amusement and because I'm trying to get back into writing.
There's an old story of a young man who was said to have loved the ocean so much that he ended up living on a boat. Of course that's the widely common version of the story, but the citizens of a town on the coast know the original. The young man is named Donnie, and he did not live on the boat because he had a boundless love for the ocean, it was because he was shunned by the people of the town on the coast. Donnie was your average looking guy, brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, always wore a hat. It was sort of a fedora, or perhaps a boat gambler's hat. Maybe even a hybrid of the fedora and the boat gambler. But let's not get carried away with conversations of hats. No, let's continue with the story here. Donnie had joined the navy as soon as he graduated high school. He did so, not because of patriotism, but because his father had always complained that Donnie wasn't strong like the other boys growing up. Donnie was not interested in sports, or horsing around. He preferred reading and mathematics, history and philosophy, and the like. But his father would never be happy with that. Donnie's mother never complained though, it's not like she would. She was drunk off her gourd most of the time, and when she was sober she'd do nothing but bitch and moan that the vodka was all gone. And Donnie could do nothing but put up with noise, and he did for most of his time as a minor. In his Junior year of high school he got himself a girlfriend. She was a very pretty girl by the name of Vanna. Now Vanna was a very nice girl, with long black hair and green eyes that sparkled. She was on the honor role, good at music, etc. She was even the one who taught Donnie to play piano. But even she could see Donnie was a bit... off.
Donnie wasn't "off" mentally, oh no. He was considered "off" because he absolutely had no interest in girls the way most guys his age were. And Vanna could see this. She eventually became desperate for his attention, but Donnie was completely oblivious to this fact. They were even still together when he entered the navy. They'd write to each other, and they'd be together as much as possible when he came back home. She was still vying for his attention, but he didn't look at her like that. He didn't even know why he was with her. He thought it was probably because that's the way things are, that a man has to be with a woman. But deep down, he knew that that wasn't how he really felt. Soon enough, Vanna became more and more obsessed with Donnie. And Donnie didn't realize until it was too late.
On one of his visits home, Donnie and Vanna went to a malt shop. She was determined to ask him once and for all. She had high hopes that she'd get the answer she wanted, but that wouldn't be so. They sat at a table by the large window at the front of the shop. Looking in at the store from the outside you can't hear what they're saying, but you could probably guess. She asked him, there was an awkward silence for a few minutes. She repeated her question, he told her he heard her the first time. She started to panic a bit, her heart racing. She had stammered out 'well what's your answer?' He answered her question. Though, it was not the answer she wanted, and all her high hopes came crashing down around her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and green eyes weren't as bright and sparkling as they were before. He said they could still be friends. She became angry and shouted 'That's not good enough! If I can't have you, then no one else should! You belong to me, and only me. If it weren't for me you'd still be that worthless trash!' He merely stared at her with calm eyes. She began to regret what she had said, and as she began to apologize, he held up his hand. She stopped. She had gone too far, and he wouldn't put up with that shit anymore. He got up slowly and left. And she sat there, motionless. Her time with him came to a sad end, and so did she.
Depressed that Donnie was no longer hers, and convinced that it was impossible for her to love another, she hung herself. Everyone in the town knew that she had become mentally unstable, but no one did a thing to help her, so they all blamed Donnie. They all gathered around Donnie and gave him an option. He had to either kill himself to atone for breaking up with Vanna, and causing her death, or live in exile on a fishing boat for the rest of his life. Either way he'd become a shell of a man, giving up his life either way without ever having really lived. He decided to live on the boat, as long as they permitted him to bring his things and there had to be a piano on the boat. The towns people agreed, feeling satisfied. And so there he remained. He played the piano often. The towns people could hear him play because he kept his ship close to town, but it wasn't docked at the port.
He wasn't in love with Vanna, but that didn't mean he didn't care about her. He had always thought of her as a good friend whom he just so happened to be together with. He hadn't realized that by being with her, but not being in love with her, was just as cruel as her placing him in this situation, until many years later.
What a catch, Donnie, oh what a catch.
THE END.
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She had talent. The little girl had always wanted to be ballerina. She dreamed of performing Swan Lake and the like. She worked hard all her life to achieve that goal. She had friends, but they weren't really friends. They were just people she knew from her dance school. They had pretended to like her, and she pretended right back. This was their complex dance of social interaction. She'd take one step forward and they'd take two steps back, and vice versa. She had come a long way from being a little girl who would dress up as a ballerina, to a young lady who had a chance to make her ambition become reality. Unfortunately, someone who was jealous of her talent had pushed her down a very long flight of stairs. During her tumble, she desperately prayed that her legs would be alright. Sadly, her prayer was not answered. She had damaged a part of spinal cord from her fall that made it impossible for her to ever be able to dance again.
It was a long way for heartbreak. All those years spent practicing endlessly, all that sweat and hard work, for what? To be snatched away from her in moments? She sat sitting in her wheelchair, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had done this many times as a child, dressed in her tutu and ballet slippers, just pondering about her life. She knew she couldn't give up yet, but days, weeks, even months passed, as reality slowly set in. No matter what she did, she could never get the use of her legs back. So, she just sat there, staring at her reflection, her gaze never once breaking.
How long until your surrender?
THE END.
They had never done anything wrong to have deserved this. But they still thought it was their fault, that they must have done something to make her angry with them. The twins were only six when their mother began to hit them. When they were seven, they finally realized she truly hated them. Their father always worked, so they couldn't burden him with this. They also knew he wouldn't divorce their mother. He loved her too much, and he had his reputation to think about.
Mary and John always kept to themselves at school. During class they'd work with each other, on the playground they'd be sitting on a bench holding hands. They refused to play with the other kids because they were afraid. Not afraid that their mother would be taken away, afraid she'd hurt them even more. They probably only had one friend. His name Mikey, and he was what you'd think of as a "greaser" (mainly cause this story takes place in 50's and 60's). Mikey didn't have to notice them, but he did. He didn't pity them or say "I'm so sorry." Instead he merely asked them if they wanted a coke. That's how their friendship began. He'd always be working on a motorcycle in his parents driveway, and they'd always stop by to see him and help with repairs. He never asked them about their scars and bruises, and they felt relieved because of that.
Eventually they met his friends and became close with them too. But Mikey was still the one person they were closest to. But because John and Mary were coming home later than they usually would, their mother became even more infuriated. The beatings became worse and worse. And Mikey noticed. He went and talked to their mother about it. She only replied "So you're the bad influence upon my kids." When the twins came home, they could tell their mother was in a rage. But before they could run away the mother grabbed Mary by her hair and began to shake her with a violent strength. Mary was kicking and screaming, and John did his best to get his mom to let go. John finally ran to go get Mikey. His mom was still shaking Mary. By the time John and Mikey got back, it was too late. Mary lied in heap, her hair covering her face, and her listless eyes. And there was blood. The mother, however, sat at the kitchen table, drinking booze, with her hands shaking. She kept muttering to herself "I didn't meant to. I didn't mean to. It was an accident, I swear." John started crying, and Mikey called the police.
After that incident, Mikey said he'd look after John. The father agreed to that. John only ever saw his father on holidays. But he never saw his mother again. John no longer had his sister to be by his side. But he had Mikey to help him grow into a fine adult.
The mind is poison, and time is fleeting.
THE END.
Damn TGG!!!
Your work is awesome!!!
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This almost had me welling up like a lost toddler in a shopping mall.
For what it's worth, your's was the very first post I ever responded to in PD. Probably because everything else seemed to be written by fucking wackjobs, and nutters. "Got a sane one here" I thought, then moved on. Seems I was right. (About the wackjobs, I mean) You are proper sane, too, just not the kind of sane I first thought, is all.
Anyway, PD.sane is better than all the other sanes, because we're all nutters as well. That's both kinds o sanity, the sane kind, and the other, madder sort too.. . . . With no conflict over which is which, and that's truly mad, that is.
We lucky few, we band of bastards, *sighs* Sometimes I suspect we're all too fuckin' good for this World. Other times, . . . well, . . . . . I know we are!
Great big puddles of tears in this post, but not all sad ones. There's one or two tears of hope here too. And sometimes that's all it takes to fix even the brokenest of situational badwrongs.
Christ. You go, ThatGreenGentleman. You have a deft way of creating your settings and making it look like you aren't trying. Keep writing. And maybe wander over to the Nessie thread. *whistles innocently*
She was a coward, and she knew it. She had been in love with her friend, Alison, for a long time. When she had finally managed to get the nerve to tell her, Alison had already been swept off her feet by the coward's best friend, Neil. She wasn't a coward because she didn't tell Alison, oh my no. She did tell her. She was a coward because she backed down, because she had given up. When Neil and Alison had told her they were together now, she lost all her nerve. Neil had always been her rival in many things, but now he had beat her. She was a coward because she refused to fight. So, she meekly told them she wished them the best. When Alison asked the girl if she was alright, the girl replied "I'm fine. I won't stop you." She would pretend things were fine whenever she would meet up with them, like the coward she was and is. She would always harbor a secret hate for her best friend, and then feel guilty about it. Just like how she would always be in love with her friend, and then feel even more guilt. She would remember her friend looking as radiant as a thousand suns, always wanting to be her only one. She would tell herself "Their relationship can't last forever, so I'll wait." She spent her whole life waiting, always loving but never knowing how to. And thus the cowardly girl died after many years, all alone.
Happy endings aren't always so happy.
THE END.
:x
I've just now realized that most of these stories are tragedy-ish ones. And I feel like a horrible person for enjoying writing such horribly depressing stories. :x
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on April 18, 2011, 03:36:18 AM
I've just now realized that most of these stories are tragedy-ish ones. And I feel like a horrible person for enjoying writing such horribly depressing stories. :x
Don't. They are good. Just horrorful. If want to keep writing them, keep writing them.
Quote from: Canis latrans securis on April 18, 2011, 03:39:25 AM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on April 18, 2011, 03:36:18 AM
I've just now realized that most of these stories are tragedy-ish ones. And I feel like a horrible person for enjoying writing such horribly depressing stories. :x
Don't. They are good. Just horrorful. If want to keep writing them, keep writing them.
I'll keep writing them, just feeling pretty horrified is all.
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Haz teh sads nao.
Only joking. If that's how they pan out, then that's how they pan out. You can't refuse your muse, Happy endings are over rated anyway. They lack IRL credibility.
Laura was dead. She was dead in a zombie way, but she didn't go around eating people like the mindless fuckheads that no one liked. She was kind of like the that one creepy girl from The Ring who'd kill you if you watched her video or something, but Laura wasn't killing anyone. She just wanted to be around the guy she loved. Of course they had never actually talked before, even when she was living. From the perspective of someone not involved, or rather anyone other than Laura, it would seem as if she was stalking him. Which she was. She had seen him at college. He was an obvious hipster, but that didn't matter to her. She was determined to know everything about him. So she ended up stalking him while she was alive, and she continued to do so in death.
He had realized he was being stalked right off the bat. It was some girl from his literature class. He didn't particularly care, since she didn't seem to be dangerous. This went on for quite a few months before she fell in front of a bus while following him. He was invited to her funeral, but did not go. He did not know what strange fantasy his stalker had developed and told to her parents while she was living, but he refused to go. The hipster had heard from her friends in class about a month after Laura's funeral that the dirt of grave had been disturbed. Not like someone was trying to dig her up to grave rob her, but like something had tried clawing it's way out. This had creeped him out a lot, but he pushed those thoughts away. He eventually got himself a girlfriend. The curtains of his life were about to close.
Laura sat outside the window and peeked in like she always did. She was content at just watching her beloved from afar. He was sitting on his couch watching t.v. when the doorbell rang. When he opened it there was a girl Laura had never seen before. Rage built up in her. How dare her honey cheat on her? In a blind rage she broke through the window and lunged at them. Her mind had gone blank when she attacked them. She sat there holding his bloody head against her face and was petting it. "You're all mine now!"
He was her hipster, and she'll cry if she wants to, cry if she wants to.
P.S. I just Lesly Gore'd you guys.
THE END.
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Great stuff, TGG.
Where's the moral lesson? I won't be able to sleep until at least some attempt at a moral lesson, no matter how fatuous it is, is inserted somewhere! Or maybe there's already one in there that I missed! (But I don't think so)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5LW07FTJbI&playnext=1&list=PLDF83F9608073A2DA
His signs were vital, but his hands were so cold. When he woke up he didn't know where he was, or who he was. When he got up from the bed and entered the hallway, he soon realized he was in a hospital. The lights were on, but no one was there except for him. He wandered around for hours, and became lost. It seemed like he had been going down the same hallway even when he turned the corner. They were different hallways, but just looked exactly the same. He eventually saw that there were no windows, but there were clocks. Various clocks all over. They all had names under them. Names of people he didn't know, and will never know. All the clocks were working, except for one that was smashed on the ground. There was no name plate for this clock. As he continued down the halls he began to see even more smashed clocks. This made him feel curious and confused. There was also a feeling of nostalgia, but he couldn't quite place it. He began to think of a story he had been told when he was a child by some old lady. The story was about someone called Father Time. He couldn't remember what the story was about, he only remembered Father Time.
He came upon a grand set of double doors that were unnecessarily big. There was a small plaque by the door that said, "Enter when the time is right, instead of the wrong." He didn't get what it meant, but he went in anyways. Beyond the unnecessarily large doors was an even more ridiculously large room. At the very end of the room was a large throne. He couldn't see who it was sitting in the throne, so he walked towards it. As he was walking along he saw many hourglasses, and sundials even though there was no sun, and many other forms of clocks. When he finally reached the throne, he saw an ancient looking man sitting on it. The ancient old man had a long white beard that reached the floor and then some, such gray clouded eyes that seemed to look right through you. He wore a big red cloak, and what looked like golden and silver armor. Compared to the old man, the man that couldn't remember anything, looked ridiculous wearing nothing but a hospital gown.
The old man finally spoke after moments of silence. He asked, "Can you remember who you are young man?" And to this the man replied, "No. I woke up in this strange hospital and couldn't remember a thing. Still can't. Do you know who I am by any chance? It would be rather helpful to know who I am." The old man made a face were you couldn't tell if he was scowling or smiling. Probably because of the beard. The old man then said, "If you do not know who you are, do you know why you are here?" The younger man just shook his head. He felt like he was a child being questioned by a parent if they took a cookie from the cookie jar. The old man finally smiled and said, "If you do not know who you are, or what your purpose is, would like me to give you a name and a purpose?" "Yes, I would like that very much sir," The man had said sheepishly. The old man rose from the elegantly detailed throne, and whispered into the man's ear. "Your name shall be Father Time. Your purpose is to watch over people's times and make sure nothing happens to them. You'll know when their times run out. Do not add to or take away someone's time, for this is a great taboo." The ancient man then took a step back, smiled, and then faded away. The young man, who was now the new Father Time felt a pang of sadness, but did not know why.
He climbed the stairs to the throne and sat down. He was no longer wearing the hospital gown, but was wearing normal clothes. He felt happy that he now had a purpose and a name, but felt sad that the old man had left. He did his job as Father Time until he became ancient like the old man. He knew his time was coming to an end and that the new heir for the position as Father Time was arriving. The same double doors had opened like he had done all those years ago. It was a young man who had come, dressed in the same hospital gown. Father Time then asked, "Do you know who you are?"
Under the cover of darkness, will you be alright?
THE END.
Aw, TGG. Did your great-grandpa inspire that? That was an awesome story. Choked me up a bit.
She came to in a bathtub. It was a pretty nasty bathroom overall. She smelled something disgusting and looked down. She had evidently thrown up on herself, after all that trouble she went through to get dressed up and ready to play. Her head was throbbing, probably from all of the drinking she had done the night before. Jane here was your average party girl. Dressed like a hooker, heavily drank at parties to get people to like her. She'd pretend that people's secret kiss of confidence was her escape, it was always the perfect game to play. Jane never really understood people though. It's not like she ever tried to understand them. She viewed them as her toys to play with. But she always felt so alone. She just wanted someone to notice. And because no one ever noticed, she'd break their hearts.
Jane would tell people she was fine when she really wasn't. She stood there with her hands on the sink's counter, looking in the mirror. Wondering where that girl with a sweet disposition, that she once was, had gone to. She was never a clever child, nor was she talented. She only had good looks. Her older sister though was smart, talented, the family's pride. The sister though would always show off in front of Jane because she despised her. Jane remembered a memory from when she was 7 or 8, she had gotten a C on a test and wanted to show her mom. When she found her mom her sister was already showing her that she had yet again, gotten an A. When her mom asked what Jane wanted to show her, Jane felt ashamed that she would never be as smart as her sister and said "Nothing."
She began to cry, but only a little. She left the disgusting bathroom, along with her "disgusting" childhood memories, in search of another party to further hurt herself.
You can't forget what you've forgotten all along.
THE END.
WOW TGG! Just WOW!!!
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You are very very good.
You can go a long way, with talent like this.
It was as if the surroundings had been painted to life, like a different dimension. There stood a boy, who looked like one of those newspaper kids from the early 1900s. He was waiting for someone outside of an amusement park. The amusement park itself glowed and looked majestic, like something from a dream. There were people, families, couples, all flocking to this amusement park, while he waited outside. Finally, someone dressed as a butler came. He handed the boy a note. The note read: "Hello there child. I apologize for not coming in person, but I hope you understand, or will at least understand by the end of the day. So enjoy the park, but observe the people around you carefully. Have a wonderful time." It did not say who wrote it, but when the boy had finished reading it, and looked up the butler was gone. After a few moments of confusion the boy entered the park.
When he entered the amusement park, it looked like something from a steam-punk illustration or something. With a big grin on his face the child ran loose in this wonderland. While he was having fun he also observed the crowd like the note had told him to do. He did not know what exactly he was looking for amongst the people, but he watched intently. It wasn't until sunset when he finally saw what he was looking for. As the sky turned a bright pink as the set, and the carnival lights all came on, some peoples limbs began to fall off. But they didn't notice, they just kept walking and going on about their business. His face quickly changed from joy into fear. He looked down at his own limbs. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed before. He was no longer a young boy, but now an old man. He didn't know when this old age hit him like a freight train, but it had. And slowly, the park began to blink out into darkness, until it was only him and a lamp post left. There he stood no longer breathing.
Your signs are no longer vital, but my hands are ever so cold.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on April 20, 2011, 03:38:52 AM
Your signs are no longer vital, but my hands are ever so cold.
Holy fuck. That was like being punched right in the heart.
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This kid's going places!
Quote from: Nigel on April 20, 2011, 02:31:18 PM
This kid's going places!
That's irrefutable. I just hope they're all the right places.
Quote from: BadBeast on April 20, 2011, 02:46:20 PM
Quote from: Nigel on April 20, 2011, 02:31:18 PM
This kid's going places!
That's irrefutable. I just hope they're all the right places.
P'raps we should consult Oscar Wilde?
Not getting the Wilde reference, but yeah, whatever it takes. I can't channel Oscar Wilde though. He's too bitchy bitchy,cleverdicky. That's partly why he is still meme-bombing his quotes everywhere, like little parcels of cynical bile, from beyond the grave.
That spag gets quoted more than fucking Churchill.
Quote from: BadBeast on April 21, 2011, 12:02:09 AM
Not getting the Wilde reference, but yeah, whatever it takes. I can't channel Oscar Wilde though. He's too bitchy bitchy,cleverdicky. That's partly why he is still meme-bombing his quotes everywhere, like little parcels of cynical bile, from beyond the grave.
That spag gets quoted more than fucking Churchill.
Meant all the places he went. :lol:
Quote from: Doktor Phox on April 21, 2011, 01:07:37 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on April 21, 2011, 12:02:09 AM
Not getting the Wilde reference, but yeah, whatever it takes. I can't channel Oscar Wilde though. He's too bitchy bitchy,cleverdicky. That's partly why he is still meme-bombing his quotes everywhere, like little parcels of cynical bile, from beyond the grave.
That spag gets quoted more than fucking Churchill.
Meant all the places he went. :lol:
Oh, right. He went to places I wouldn't go to as well. Reading for one. If Swindon is the Arsepipe of England, then Reading is an Anal polyp, 30 miles up it.
They only ever spoke pretty words that really held no meaning. And Eliza hated them for it. Her parents were successful, rich, but only ever cared about their own reputations. But whenever she made a mistake they would never shut up about it. Especially her mother, who would guilt trip her into apologizing for every little thing. She wanted to run away, to just get away from the noise. Eliza had, in fact, tried to run away multiple times, but always ended up in failure. Her escape attempts always failed because she was always found and brought home, to another guilt trip.
Eliza was told one day that she was engaged to a man she had never met. Being royally pissed off, she told them she wouldn't marry anyone. She knew that this marriage was all business, and that if she refused it would hurt her parents company and especially their reputation. Unfortunately her parents anticipated this and set a trap. They told her that she'd have to accept this marriage, or else. She again refused. With a snap of the mothers fingers her henchmen came out and grabbed Eliza. Her mother then clearly stated that Eliza would be tortured until she agreed to the marriage. Weeks of branding, sleep deprivation, waterboarding, and things like that went on. Until she finally gave in, she never once showed any sign of pain.
Soon Eliza was married to someone she had never met before then. Her father would feel guilty forever while her mother never gave any of it a second thought. Eliza, now trapped in her cage, would forever hate those who stole her freedom, like a bird no longer able to fly.
An idea worth a thousand wounds.
THE END.
:horrormittens:
Horror movies + spicy jambalaya = fucked up story time kiddies. :lol:
And who knows? She may even grow to love him.
His heart was an open door. Phillip never got close to people, but he pretended to. He enjoyed reading histories of kings and emperors. He always wanted to be a king, at least for a day. He'd have to choose a Queen though, because a King need's a Queen. It's just how it was. Phillip was playing in the playground's sandbox, making a sand castle, while he was thinking about this. A girl by the name of Lily, who was in the same first grade class as him, walked up to the sandbox. She held toy dinosaurs in her hands and asked if she could play with Phillip. Phillip knew she seemed familiar, but didn't remember her name. He told her she could if she wanted to. While he engrossed in making the sand castle, Lily just looked at it. She eventually asked why he liked making sand castles. He replied with a twinkle in his eye that he wanted to be a King, so he had to make a castle. Lily asked if her dinosaurs could live in the castle and he said 'No, dinosaurs can't live in a King's castle.' When she was about to tell him 'they could so' her mom was calling for her to come home. Lily said she'd come again tomorrow with her dinosaurs and Phillip just merely nodded.
They met at the sandbox in the park everyday. Lily would come running with her dinosaurs in her arms and he'd be sitting there with a shovel and bucket. She had declared herself Queen of the dinosaurs, and he decided to be King of the sand. She'd always have her dinosaurs attack his castle, and then he'd rebuild it. He found her loud laugh to be annoying, but didn't say anything since she was his first real friend. This is how their days at the sandbox continued during that summer, until the day when she stopped moving completely.
Lily had a rare hereditary disease, that had led to her demise. Phillip went to her house to see if she had a cold or something, no one was home but Lily who had opened the door. She looked very pale and weak. She and Phillip went into the living room to play with her toys, which mainly consisted of dinosaurs. After a few moments she began to cough up blood, began to shake, then finally stopped moving. Her favorite dinosaur fell from her hand, and Phillip sat there, stunned. He poked her, then shoved her a bit and told her to "wake up!" but she never did. He panicked and ran to the neighbors house and told them what happened. An ambulance was called for, as well as her parents, and Lily's lifeless body was taken away. Lily the dinosaur Queen's days had ended, but for the King of the sand, Phillip, his days went on. But those days would never be the same without his dinosaur Queen.
How would you like to be King for a day?
THE END.
:cry:
:sad:
Dinosaurs are cool. :digtbk:
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James remembered the turtle he had as kid. The turtle's name, if he had remembered correctly, was Simon. Simon was the best turtle a kid could ask for. He was wrinkly, and would play hide and seek. He recalled the day he got Simon. It was his birthday and he had begged his parents for a puppy. They told him they had gotten him a pet, and he was so sure it was a puppy. But when they presented him the new pet it was just some turtle they had gotten from the discount section. Frankly, he was disappointed. He wasn't disappointed that the turtle was born a turtle, but he was disappointed that they didn't want to dish out the cash to get him something that WASN'T from a discount bin of some sort. Not wanting to be a bad son, he accepted their failed attempt at trying to be decent people. It wasn't the puppy he wanted, but that turtle was probably the best thing that happened to him.
Soon enough he remembered the day he lost Simon. He had come back from school, and ran straight to his room to see Simon. It had been about 3 years since he had gotten Simon. When James looked into Simon's tank to find him, but he wasn't there. James asked his mom where Simon was, and she said he had run away to go see the country of France and would be back eventually. James believed this for about 25 seconds until he realized that turtles wouldn't be able to get to France from where they were located. And that turtles can't run. James then realized that everyone lies. His parents, his teachers, even his friends. He then became a very dark and cold child, who looked at people with distrusting eyes. He would never believe anyone again, but he would always love his dear Simon. Now we come back to James' present, he's a full grown adult. James owns a multimillion dollar company, and still looks at people with distrusting eyes.
A gondola ride in Paris wouldn't be too bad.
THE END.
Whatever happened to "everyone is equal"? Why are people such complete and utter trash? Why would someone go out of their way and just assault someone for no reason? And why would someone just watch while that happened? Why is it that people hate others because they're different? Why is it that no matter what you do, you can't make someone see reason? Whatever happened to the world that would make people think "Oh, they're not like me so I have to go out of my way to make their day shitty and/or give them a horrible, possibly scarred for life experience"?
Why the hell is my planet filled with such morons? :|
Wow. The "Simon" one.
That's Daddy's horribly cynical little girl! :lulz:
TGRR,
Understands how Mary Shelley's dad must have felt.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 27, 2011, 07:23:04 PM
Wow. The "Simon" one.
That's Daddy's horribly cynical little girl! :lulz:
TGRR,
Understands how Mary Shelley's dad must have felt.
christ Roger you have your hands full. A kid with this kind of brains combined with talent.
TGG you have an amazing talent.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 27, 2011, 07:23:04 PM
Wow. The "Simon" one.
That's Daddy's horribly cynical little girl child! :lulz:
TGRR,
Understands how Mary Shelley's dad must have felt.
Fixed. :lol:
Mary lied in her hospital bed, with an IV drip in her arm. She had bandages with spots of blood on them wrapped around her wrists and forearm. She didn't regret having done what she did. She didn't regret sitting down in that dirty bath water, nor did she regret the box-cutter she had held in her hand only hours before. Mary remembered it feeling very cold between her fingers. She had done what she did because she couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't handle the abuse, couldn't handle the drugs, just couldn't handle life anymore. She gazed out the window, wondering how things went wrong...
Outside of the hospital, where the nurses would go for their smoke breaks, there was a withered looking old hag. She was in a hospital gown, but it was strange looking for it had a hood that covered her face. She also had an IV drip in her arm, and a lit cigarette between her pruned fingers. Her face looked like that of a cartoon witch, long nose, scary mouth, fierce eyes, strong chin. But her face looked as if it was made out of wood. The old hag looked up at the windows of the hospital. Chuckled to herself, and went inside. She wandered around a bit before a nurse told her that patients aren't allowed to smoke or be out of their rooms. The hag replied in a raspy voice that she was on her way to her room and to let her be about the smoking. The nurse was about to go up and snatch the cigarette away, but she looked at the hag's wooden face and saw that it flashed from being wooden looking to a skull, then back to wooden. Frightened, the nurse just stood there silently. The only noise that was made was the old hag's slippers shuffling across the hospital floors.
Back in Mary's room, Mary was still thinking about how things went all wrong before she realized there was someone in the room with her. She turned her head slowly to look at the old hag whom stood in the corner of her room. The hag stood there for a few minutes, smoking her cigarette. When she finally spoke she asked "Do you know who I am?" Mary merely shook her head like a scared child. The hag then said "That's funny, because you welcomed me with open arms only hours ago." Then it hit her. It was Death. This haggard old woman was Death. Mary recalled her memories of 19 hours ago, just before she fainted. She had seen Death, but Death looked much different then. It had a dark cloak, a skeletal face and a large scythe. Mary was now too scared to say anything, so she only stared back with wide, frightened eyes. The old hag that was Death chuckled again and said "Mary, your time has come to an end. You shall cease being part of the living." As Death lifted it's scythe, Mary begged for her life to be spared, but to no avail. Death had heard all the begging and pleading before, and it helped neither of the beings.
Death added Mary to her killing jar, a jar filled with souls of the dearly departed. She then put the jar inside her cloak, and faded away as nurses came rushing in to help Mary's lifeless body, but did not gain the desired results.
Give them hell kid.
THE END.
Damn, TGG... Well done.
WOW TGG, that was just.... wow!
She gazed upon the bright lights of the city from her shitty little apartment that was on the inner edge of the heart of it. Teresa remembered the days of her childhood to her teenage years when she lived in the shitty suburbs with her parents and three siblings. She remembered how from the far away distance in the suburbs that the city looked alive. Like it had a pulse and a beating heart, and the feeling of wanting to be there. How it would just draw her in with it's dazzling lights like a carnival.
Teresa knew she didn't want to end up like her sister, who had married as soon as she graduated from high school because she became pregnant. No, Teresa wanted to be there, in the city with a pulse unlike this dead suburb, where the only thing going for it was all the knocked up teens. She didn't have academic smarts, but she had street smarts and good instincts. Or so she thought. Teresa saved up money, little by little, so she could get to the city. She finally got enough money just in time for graduation. She left home that night leaving nothing but a note saying "I'll send for my things. -Teresa" She got on the bus and was dreaming of life in the city.
Teresa arrived at the city sometime after midnight. She got off the bus and began wandering around. She couldn't believe that she was there among the glowing lights. Teresa knew that she was going to have to find a job and a place to live. So she found a shitty apartment and thought to herself "I'll find a better place in no time." Unfortunately, she had no luck in finding a job, until she came to the red light district. Teresa ended up getting a job at a whore house. And that now brings us to her present time. She realized that the city only seemed glamorous from afar, but it was designed to look that way to draw you in. For her, it was to late to back out now. She sealed up the letter she was sending to her mother. Teresa would put up a brave front and continue with the hand that fate had dealt her.
Back at the suburbs Teresa's mother finally got her letter. She opened it and there was a note and a picture. The note said that Teresa was doing just fine. The picture was of Teresa all dressed up in fancy clothes. Little did her mother know that that was the picture Teresa had used to sell her body, but it was the only good photo Teresa had. As Teresa's mother was reading this letter, the news came on with it's murder reports form the city. And the very first one was of a young woman with hair that was dyed blue, and a bruised and bloodied face. It was Teresa.
They're really not okay, I promise.
THE END.
He couldn't understand why people were so ignorant and could hurt others, verbally or physically, and not think twice about it. He couldn't understand why people were so stubborn and narrow minded. When he told his father something that had been weighing heavily on his mind for as long as he could remember, his father seemed to accept it. But it seemed his father would always treat him as a girl. Like the girl he had unfortunately been born as. He didn't nor would he ever feel like a girl. There were times when he had forced himself to be a girl, but it only ever made him miserable. He couldn't look in a mirror without being horribly disgusted by his body and felt enraged every time he looked down. This boy trapped in a girl's body constantly lived in a nightmare, his pure hell.
There were people who had refused to call him a guy, and this would hurt him greatly. Every time someone used feminine pronouns he would flinch. Every time someone used his girlish name he would be screaming on the inside. He was often told by his best friend that he was born a girl for a reason. And he would respond "For what reason would 'God' have a boy born in a girl's body other than for his own sick reasons? Perhaps your 'God' is a sadist of some sort. I don't need some 'supernatural person' to purposely put me in my own personal hell just for his amusement. So you can take your God and go blindly worship him, because I sure as hell don't need him." Of course the two remained best friends, but the boy trapped in a girl's body grew more and more enraged and irritated by the world and people.
He was told that he might not be happy with decisions he made now and would probably regret later in life, but he would always tell them that he would never, could never, regret any decisions he made, because he got to make them.
Even the most paved roads can be the most dangerous ones.
THE END.
Things were becoming strained between them. Everything was great at the start, but as time went on it became unbearable. They couldn't even look at each other without the urge to hit the other. They'd flirt with others to get the other jealous. When it came to love they both were blinded. She'd tell him she was tired of the games, he'd tell her to stop playing them then, then they'd begin to argue. Eventually the arguing would come to violence. They wouldn't stop hitting each other until they became exhausted. She had tried leaving many times, but she couldn't bring herself to get in the cab, every time. She'd go back inside, after having decided not to get in the cab, things were okay again. But it wouldn't last, it never did. They'd soon go back to their ways of arguing and violence. They both had bad tempers so it was unavoidable. They were like children, they'd hit and scream but couldn't bear to leave the other alone or be left alone by the other.
Setting fire to the bed never seemed so fun.
THE END.
His vision was blurred at first, but then within a few moments everything flickered to life. All the colors seemed to be so vibrant and bright, objects looked strange and new. He tried lifting his hand, with some difficulty the first few tries, but got the hang of it. His hand and arm was a bright ruby red, with what looked like golden circuitry. He then decided to go find a mirror, but when he lifted his leg he lost his balance like a toddler learning to walk. After a few moments he was walking, unsteadily, but walking none the less. Looking around at his surroundings, bookshelves, tabletops, chairs, etc. was dusty, papers everywhere, windows were filthy, and the lights did not work. Stumbling around he finally found a mirror. His face was the same ruby red as his arms, hands, feet, legs, and torso. His eyes though, were a pale gray color. He slowly put his hand to touch the mirror and was fascinated by it.
After spending a few days reading the books and exploring the house he was in,he decided to leave it and see what the world outside looked like. He couldn't tell by looking out the windows because the windows were too filthy to look through, being covered in grime and dirt for decades. He didn't know exactly what he was looking at, but he was on hill looking down upon a ruined city. More of a metropolis actually. Buildings were partially destroyed, no plants were growing, and the sky was cloudy. Having the curiosity of a child, he headed towards the city, leaving behind his cradle of a house.
Entering the city, you could tell some sort of calamity had happened, because there were cars all over the street, some still having corpses in them. He was not horrified nor was he scared, because he had not yet developed feelings. He wandered through the streets for hours, never seeing another live being. He came upon a hospital however, and ventured inside. The android could tell something was not quite right about this place because there was a gurney, with thin green padding, rolling by with an old man on it starring at him. It turned around a corner with the man still looking at him. The android followed this man on the gurney when he came upon a room with a piano in it. The man on the gurney was no where to be seen, so the android walked in. The room had not cartoon-ish, but not realistic, looking trees painted on the walls, with nothing but a piano in the center of it.
He began to play it, first very nervously, but then became better. A little girl clutching a teddy bear peered around the corner. She had curly brunette hair, and wide gray eyes. The android looked over at her, and she came closer. He asked her why she was here, and she replied "The man on the gurney led me here." When he asked her where her parents were, she said that they had stopped moving when the storm came. She asked him what his name was, he said he had no name. She looked at the piano sheet music's title "Jarvis' lullaby" and told him his name was Jarvis. He asked her why she had given him a name and she replied with "Because we have the same eyes, and you needed one." She told him her name was Robin.
Jarvis the android and Robin the child left the hospital, and the city. He already knew he was going to leave the city before he met her, but after he met her he knew he couldn't leave her by herself or she would die of starvation. Not having any particular destination the red droid and the small child walked down a long stretch of road. Perhaps we'll never know where they end up or when they stop walking.
The truth hurts, but no one ever said it'd be pleasant.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on May 14, 2011, 01:19:43 AM
Things were becoming strained between them. Everything was great at the start, but as time went on it became unbearable. They couldn't even look at each other without the urge to hit the other. They'd flirt with others to get the other jealous. When it came to love they both were blinded. She'd tell him she was tired of the games, he'd tell her to stop playing them then, then they'd begin to argue. Eventually the arguing would come to violence. They wouldn't stop hitting each other until they became exhausted. She had tried leaving many times, but she couldn't bring herself to get in the cab, every time. She'd go back inside, after having decided not to get in the cab, things were okay again. But it wouldn't last, it never did. They'd soon go back to their ways of arguing and violence. They both had bad tempers so it was unavoidable. They were like children, they'd hit and scream but couldn't bear to leave the other alone or be left alone by the other.
Setting fire to the bed never seemed so fun.
THE END.
How does a kid your age already know so much about marriage?
Quote from: Nigel on May 21, 2011, 06:43:54 AM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on May 14, 2011, 01:19:43 AM
Things were becoming strained between them. Everything was great at the start, but as time went on it became unbearable. They couldn't even look at each other without the urge to hit the other. They'd flirt with others to get the other jealous. When it came to love they both were blinded. She'd tell him she was tired of the games, he'd tell her to stop playing them then, then they'd begin to argue. Eventually the arguing would come to violence. They wouldn't stop hitting each other until they became exhausted. She had tried leaving many times, but she couldn't bring herself to get in the cab, every time. She'd go back inside, after having decided not to get in the cab, things were okay again. But it wouldn't last, it never did. They'd soon go back to their ways of arguing and violence. They both had bad tempers so it was unavoidable. They were like children, they'd hit and scream but couldn't bear to leave the other alone or be left alone by the other.
Setting fire to the bed never seemed so fun.
THE END.
How does a kid your age already know so much about marriage?
Because I feel like I'm 65 on the inside. :lulz:
The white rabbit was frightened and angry. He was frightened of the little girl named Alice and angry at the man named Lewis Carroll. He knew he should have left early, but his maid was late so it couldn't have been helped. The most unfortunate part was, even if the maid hadn't been late, he still would've been late anyways because that's how the story went. This is why he was angry at Lewis Carroll, because the white rabbit was unable to change the story. It was all Carroll's fault that this cycle kept repeating itself. It was also Carroll's fault that Alice was such a... strange girl. The Alice you all know of is very much different from this Alice. This Alice, has a very sadistic nature, which is quite disturbing considering she is still a child. She runs around in a blue dress, like the Alice you know of, but her apron is stained with blood, as are her scissors and her other tools of torture. The scissors are her favorite though. Now, back to the story. The white rabbit saw Alice on the hill, and began to sprint as he did not want to be caught by her. As soon as she saw him run past she immediately sprang to her feet and was right at his heels. Alice had her crazed look upon her face, as she normally did, and the white rabbit dove for the hole.
As they both tumbled down the hole, the rabbit had a slight advantage. He knew where all the secret doors were, as Alice did not. For every time the story repeated itself, everyone forgot what had previously happened or that it just repeats itself. Everyone, except the white rabbit. As he landed well before her, he ran for the small door. He knew he would fit, she wouldn't and it always took her a while to figure out how to get through. The white rabbit also didn't have to worry about her getting through the other doors, as they were always locked,and they didn't actually go anywhere, they're just decoration. As he closed the door Alice charged and slid, hit the door and began to scream and pound on the door for him to get back in there. He of course wasted no time in getting as far away as possible. He wanted to be rid of that horribly nasty child, but Carroll wouldn't let him.
The White rabbit finally made it to the Queen's castle and apologized for being late. He knew it wouldn't be long before Alice arrived, so he prepared himself, once again, for his horrible demise that would end the story, and then wake up the next morning in his bed. He had considered what would happen if he had just stayed in bed, in fact he had tried it once, but only once. When he had done that, his body began to move of its own accord. He was unwillingly doing things, and had been killed most brutally. More horrendous than usual actually. He knew that it was all Carroll's doing, for Carroll wanted the story to happen, and made sure that the white rabbit got that message loud and clear.
A few hours later and Alice finally showed up, seething with rage, determination, and with all her sadistic ways. The Queen held a trial, accusing Alice of all the murders that had happened. The Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and everyone else who had barely escaped Alice's wrath, testified against her. Alice was to be deported and forever banned from Wonderland. And she agreed, only if she could have the white rabbit. The Queen, trying to keep what was left of her people alive, agreed. So, the white rabbit was pushed forward to meet his doom. He was used to this by now, so he an apathetic face. Alice was confused by his lack of caring, but began to attack him. His consciousness slowly faded, but he swore he could hear her saying "You're not like how you usually are." This was something new for him to hear, and he greatly questioned if she could remember the previous times as well as he.
Ignorance isn't always bliss.
THE END.
Awesome. :mittens:
:eek:
Wow. Beautifully done.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on May 24, 2011, 05:47:03 AM
The white rabbit was frightened and angry. He was frightened of the little girl named Alice and angry at the man named Lewis Carroll. He knew he should have left early, but his maid was late so it couldn't have been helped. The most unfortunate part was, even if the maid hadn't been late, he still would've been late anyways because that's how the story went. This is why he was angry at Lewis Carroll, because the white rabbit was unable to change the story. It was all Carroll's fault that this cycle kept repeating itself. It was also Carroll's fault that Alice was such a... strange girl. The Alice you all know of is very much different from this Alice. This Alice, has a very sadistic nature, which is quite disturbing considering she is still a child. She runs around in a blue dress, like the Alice you know of, but her apron is stained with blood, as are her scissors and her other tools of torture. The scissors are her favorite though. Now, back to the story. The white rabbit saw Alice on the hill, and began to sprint as he did not want to be caught by her. As soon as she saw him run past she immediately sprang to her feet and was right at his heels. Alice had her crazed look upon her face, as she normally did, and the white rabbit dove for the hole.
As they both tumbled down the hole, the rabbit had a slight advantage. He knew where all the secret doors were, as Alice did not. For every time the story repeated itself, everyone forgot what had previously happened or that it just repeats itself. Everyone, except the white rabbit. As he landed well before her, he ran for the small door. He knew he would fit, she wouldn't and it always took her a while to figure out how to get through. The white rabbit also didn't have to worry about her getting through the other doors, as they were always locked,and they didn't actually go anywhere, they're just decoration. As he closed the door Alice charged and slid, hit the door and began to scream and pound on the door for him to get back in there. He of course wasted no time in getting as far away as possible. He wanted to be rid of that horribly nasty child, but Carroll wouldn't let him.
The White rabbit finally made it to the Queen's castle and apologized for being late. He knew it wouldn't be long before Alice arrived, so he prepared himself, once again, for his horrible demise that would end the story, and then wake up the next morning in his bed. He had considered what would happen if he had just stayed in bed, in fact her had tried it once, but only once. When he had done that, his body began to move of its own accord. He was unwillingly doing things, and had been killed most brutally. More horrendous than usual actually. He knew that it was all Carroll's doing, for Carroll wanted the story to happen, and made sure that the white rabbit got that message loud and clear.
A few hours later and Alice finally showed up, seething with rage, determination, and with all her sadistic ways. The Queen held a trial, accusing Alice of all the murders that had happened. The Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and everyone else who had barely escaped Alice's wrath, testified against her. Alice was to be deported and forever banned from Wonderland. And she agreed, only if she could have the white rabbit. The Queen, trying to keep what was left of her people alive, agreed. So, the white rabbit was pushed forward to meet his doom. He was used to this by now, so he an apathetic face. Alice was confused by his lack of caring, but began to attack him. His consciousness slowly faded, but he swore he could hear her saying "You're not like how you usually are." This was something new for him to hear, and he greatly questioned if she could remember the previous times as well as he.
Ignorance isn't always bliss.
THE END.
This is my favorite so far... Incredibly vivid.
I can't pick just one, but I agree with LMNO the White Rabbit one draws me. I think because I was already down the rabbit hole. Not sure. TGG you have an amazing talent!
:mittens:
She was stuck in her prison of a mind. Alice hated yet liked the white rabbit. She hated him because he was free to do as he pleased as long as it went somewhat along with the story. She envied him because of how much freedom he had been given by Lewis Carroll, yet the white rabbit was so oblivious that he did not know of this luxury. She liked him though, probably because she got to vent her anger on him time after time. In a way, it was like sibling rivalry. Carroll favored the white rabbit over Alice, which infuriated her because she had an inferiority complex.
As mentioned before, the white rabbit had a considerable amount of freedom. He could control his actions, whereas Alice, could not. Her actions were reactions of emotions that she was forced to feel. She was disgusted, practically constantly retching, from the actions she was forced to do. Alice was merely a mirror of Carroll's own personality. She reflected what he hid from the world, in this horrible story. The one thing the white rabbit and Alice definitely had in common was their hate for Lewis Carroll.
At dusk, I will think of you.
THE END.
He secretly enjoyed this version of the story. In his own creepy way, he thought of them as his own children. He was obsessed with the white rabbit. He knew why he was, as it related to his past. He remembered the first time he saw a white rabbit, and how he had the urge to shower the pure whiteness with red blood. He always thought it would look even prettier if it was so. Lewis Carroll knew he had a twisted mind, but he liked it.
Even the prettiest words can be the scariest.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on May 28, 2011, 05:11:45 AM
He secretly enjoyed this version of the story. In his own creepy way, he thought of them as his own children. He was obsessed with the white rabbit. He knew why he was, as it related to his past. He remembered the first time he saw a white rabbit, and how he had the urge to shower the pure whiteness with red blood. He always thought it would look even prettier if it was so. Lewis Carroll knew he had a twisted mind, but he liked it.
Even the prettiest words can be the scariest.
THE END.
:lulz:
Do love it.
Henry was on his way home from a party that was not far from his town. Henry, being the stereotypical dumb ass of a jock, had of course been drinking at said party. Being intoxicated from all the booze in his system, he had to get home, but no one else could drive him home, as they had to get their own drunken arses home. As he was in his dad's Mercedes, driving down a long stretch of road, a figure came out of nowhere into the street. With his now slowed reflexes, he stomped on the brakes, practically standing on them. Unfortunately, he was a little too late. You could tell by the loud thumping noises the body made as it was hit, and rolled up past the roof of the car. Henry stopped the car, got out and went to check and see if what he hit was alright. When he looked, it was a young woman, and she was not moving. Frightened out of his wits, Henry called his friend Sam. Now Sam is what you might call a nerd, but he and Henry had been friends since they were kids. When Henry told Sam what had happened, Sam said he'd drive over there.
Sam arrived after a few minutes, in a car that looked like shit but ran like a dream. They stood there looking at the body for a few minutes before Sam said "What the hell was she doing out here anyways? There aren't any houses around for miles." And perhaps we'll never know, but they might.
Gotta get out of cape cod tonight.
THE END.
Hint: Italicised names are from previous stories. Try and see if you can get them right.
As the morning light shined through the window, Sean turned over in bed and looked at the empty space beside him. He thought for a moment, exactly who he was supposed to be missing, but was unable to think straight because of his hang over. Sean unsteadily got up from his bed, with the room spinning, went to get some coffee. After a few moments, with the coffee steaming hot and in his mug, Sean tried to remember what happened last night...
Sean's friend Larry had been pestering him for a week to go to this new place downtown. Sean wasn't feeling up to going there since his blue haired cousin Teresa, who had been working at a whore house there, recently died. But after being fed up with all the begging, Sean finally agreed. Sean and Larry borrowed their friend Trevor's Mustang and drove to the new place. It was a new club, again. Larry went to the dance floor to pick up more ladies. Sean, however, made a beeline to the bar. He sat down next to a lady who looked like a typical party girl. After a few drinks they began to talk. He learned that her name was Jane, and that she didn't care to party, but only did so because of her self-destructive nature. By the end of night, he was so drunk that he was starting to think that Jane and him were made for each other. Of course that was just the booze thinking (and talking), or was it? He can't remember what happened after he and Jane went back to his place, but he guessed at what happened.
Sean went out on to the balcony and lit a cigarette, when he heard Jane, who was sitting on a chair on said balcony, asked, "Can I have a smoke too?" They both may have been incredibly drunk last night, but they just might have been made for each other.
Let your heart wait and gleam, or just shank the nearest person in a crowd.
THE END.
He walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited for the door to open. The doorman opened the grand looking door, and took Harold's hat, coat and cane. Harold was there not for the party, but to ruin the banquet, but nothing said he couldn't have some fun at the expense of others before he did. He saw his ex girlfriend, Casandra, with her current fiance. Casandra had always been known for being a black widow, but to most of the upper class her name was cheap and filthy. When Casandra saw Harold, her face went pale. She excused herself from the conversation and marched up to Harold. "What are you doing here Harold?" She hissed most bitterly. "Ruining this banquet. Why do you ask Black Widow Casandra?" Harold said with a sly grin on his face. Infuriated with such a nickname, Casandra stormed off to the ladies room in vain. Harold on the other hand, grabbed a glass of booze, and sat back and watched the party.
In the ladies room, Casandra had become a whispering campaign. She thought she was alone in the room when she heard a voice from the corner say "Talk to the mirror, oh choke back tears. You keep telling yourself that you're a diva but I bet you can't even keep up with fashionistas these days." When she turned around it was Harold. "This is the ladies room Harold." "I don't see any ladies here Casandra." She left the ladies room and he followed.
"Why are you doing this?" Casandra asked. "Because I was paid to do so." She glared at him. She knew that he had a clever mind, a sharp witted tongue, and that he was very cruel. And he had the pride of a lion. "I'm the new top agent and you can't stand it." Harold said after a few moments. "What makes you say that," Casandra asked. "Because you say so under your breath. You were always a mumbler, Casandra dear." He began to talk to others at this party, while Casandra stared and thought to herself, "He's reading lips. When did he get so arrogantly confident?" Dinner was now announced and everyone was called to the long banquet table.
Unlucky was what Casandra was feeling when she realized that she and Harold were seated next to each other. "So how exactly do you plan on ruining this banquet?" She inquired. After a few moments of pondering, Harold said, "Well, I suppose I might as well tell you. There's arsenic in the salt, the cigars are laced with nitroglycerin, and I know that it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up, I've never been so surreptitious so of course you were distracted when I spiked the punch." Casandra's eyes got wide, Harold chuckled to himself, and let's just say, that evening did not end very well.
Death likes to go to the disco too.
THE END.
These are excellent, TGG. Keep writing them, please. :)
He couldn't let it end like this. He still loved his wife, Regina. Ben just wanted her to stay by his side, but it was too late. Regina already had an affair, and had already started the divorce process. She was planning to marry her lover when the divorce was over. Ben didn't know how or when it went all wrong. He sat in front of the grand fireplace drinking a cup of coffee, with the lights off. He remembered the day they were married. They were young, about early twenties. How radiant Regina had looked in her wedding dress. His memories then flickered to when they had their only child, Harold. They were poor, and Ben worked long hours for little pay, but it was enough to keep them afloat. His memories flickered again, like an old projector, to his memories of when they had come into real money, and moved into this house which he was sitting in now. Harold was in 5th grade, Regina still looked radiant. But perhaps this wasn't for the best. Harold had become horribly cynical when he met a girl named Casandra in high school, Regina had started her affair that would last for about 5 years. It seemed as if Ben was the only one who hadn't been changed by the money.
While he was still feeling melancholy, Regina came in to the room. Ben only moved his head to look up. She said "The divorce case was dropped." Regina glared at him, thinking it was his fault. Ben, finally growing weary of Regina's selfishness and bitchy attitude, said coldly, "Well, not my problem. With the way you act now I actually feel sorry that the case didn't go through. Because you know what? You're one horrible bitch." Regina looked shocked. Shocked that the man she married to for 26 years, whom she thought had doted on her every whim, had finally grown a backbone. What she hadn't realized was that his backbone was always there. She finally remembered what she had gone in the room to do in the first place. Regina took out the butcher knife, Ben merely looked at it, and didn't even flinch. She raised the knife high overhead, gripping it with two hands, then swiftly moved it in for the kill.
After Ben's funeral, there was the hearing of the will. Only Harold, his son, Regina, now a widow, and Igor, Regina's lover, were to attend. The family lawyer, Mr. Stratford came into the room with Ben's will in hand. He opened the will and began reading it.
"If this has been opened, then it obviously means I am dead. Luckily, I updated it recently. To keep this short and to the point, Harold, I give you everything that I own, and all my money. Use it as you see fit my cynical child. Regina, you gain nothing. Instead I think I shall tell the truth here. I knew of your plans to kill me if the case failed to go through. So Igor, I warn you. She's one horrible bitch of a woman, and she'll kill you if she sees a reason too."
When it was finished being read, everyone was staring at Regina. They knew what she had done, and she would pay dearly for it.
Not good enough for truth and cliche.
THE END.
Walking down the nasty streets of The City, Angelica had just gotten back from her job and had stopped by old man Juris' place. She had known him almost all her life, listening to his stories of what The City was before the divide, where it became The Slum and The Copious. She'd visit Juris every now and then, but this time when she went to see him, she found out that he had died in his sleep. Hearing that practically tore a hole in her childhood memories. Angelica walked down Mulberry Street as it started to rain. She started to think about her childhood, and how she reached adolescence. She remembered the first time she had to kill someone to protect herself. It was one of the Cannibals whom were rumored to have retreated to the subways. It was quite a bloody battle. Neither her nor the cannibal had a gun, but they had knives and shards of glass. This happened when she was about thirteen or so, just happened to be down at the docks near midnight. She heard a rustling noise in the bushes, figured it was a dog or cat and let it be. Unfortunately, it was one of said Cannibals, and charged at her. Being frightened, she had chosen to run. Angelica had run into an abandoned factory, and then the bloody showdown began. She didn't quite remember how it happened, but she had won.
Angelica had killed about twenty-five people in self-defense. In The Slum, people kill an average of 63.5 people in self-defense. She had, of course, killed one person intentionally. It was one of her boyfriends who wouldn't stop abusing her. She had tried leaving him, but he'd always do things force her to go back to him. She had killed him, but hadn't realized what she'd done until it was moments later. Angelica vaguely remembered that he had had a sister named Victoria, or Valerie, or something along those lines. Then Angelica turned down a dark and filthy alley way.
A shadowy figure jumped from behind a dumpster. It was a young lady, whom Angelica remembered. She said, "You're Trevor's sister right? Victoria? Valerie?" The girl moved up quickly with a glinting blade and stabbed Angelica repeatedly in the abdomen. "My name is Olivia, you murdering bitch." Angelica slowly fell to the ground, her eyes becoming glossy and listless. Olivia flung her blade to the ground and it landed next to Angelica. Olivia made her way down the street, only to be shanked by a mugger. Angelica's heart stopped beating.
Three cheers for sweet revenge.
THE END.
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Damn TGG, this stuff is amazing!!!
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He didn't like to talk about his mother, especially in front of his father. His opinion of his own mother was that she was a heartless bitch for abandoning them when he and his brother were young. She didn't work or have a job, so it was easy for her to leave. The only reason she gave was "I'm sick of working like a slave." But in reality, all she did was put on perfume and go to the bars instead of taking her two sons to the park or library. Their dad, on the other hand, worked two extra shifts because his wife spent most of the money on drinking and gambling. To their father, it was a blessing she left. John resented his mother, because when she left his older brother Sean, began to smoke and dropped out of school to help their dad with work. John, however, would use his voice to make money.
Many years later, when John was in his twenties, he got a call from Sean, saying that he found their mother. All John could say was, "Well, if you see mother, tell her I can sing." And hung up the phone. He stepped away from the pay phone, and went in through the back door, climbed a short flight of stairs, and made his way on to the stage with the rest of the band. The crowd was vast and screaming in excitement. John grabbed the microphone and began to sing. The boys she left are men she didn't raise.
A withered past and a blurry future.
THE END.
She has a heart of stone and a smile like a reptile. Whenever she'd walk down the street, construction workers would whistle at her and call "Drop Dead Gorgeous". Oh how horribly true that comment would become. She worked for a law firm, where she was envied by everyone. She loved it. Unfortunately, her personality did not match her looks. She was beautiful, but she was a stone cold bitch. In high school she was the head cheerleader, and had pulled a prank on some unfortunate person. She never gave it a second thought after it had happened, and went on with her life. The unfortunate person though, would obsess over it for the rest of their life.
As the woman with the reptile smile walked to her car, she heard someone running up behind her. Turning around, she saw a baseball coming into contact with her forehead. She fell down with her head bleeding, and the unfortunate person standing over her body.
Heartbreak is a terrible bitch, with a reptile smile.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on June 20, 2011, 11:42:37 PM
Heartbreak is a terrible bitch, with a reptile smile.
THE END.
Damn, TGG...
This, I want on a T-shirt.
Damn, that's awesome TGG.
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Nice!!!
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goddamn! I've been stuck on this thread for over an hour, reading all of these. That's some talent, you have. A post in this thread mentioned you are young, but you write like a jaded, coherent version of Poe.
I don't give out mittens lightly, but you deserve like 20 for these, they are incredible!
Awakening to a bright new world, Max's peripheral vision flickered to life. He slowly sat up, feeling the grass he had been lying on. It was a bright green, the sky was a perfect blue, with an ocean that reflected it perfectly. As the wind was blowing and whistling in his ears, Max closed his eyes and breathed in the salty air. He had never gazed upon such a beautiful scene, since he grew up in a concrete jungle. He had no clue how he got there, but he wasn't in any hurry to return to The City. He got to his feet, and began his descent towards the ocean.
Those who know nothing, understand nothing.
THE END.
Her name was Octavia, but on the battle field, she was known as Athena. This woman was the most ruthless warrior on the field, especially during the Android War. It was called this because a new war machine had just been released on both sides. They were essentially tall robots that stood somewhere between 13 to 17 feet high, but were hulking masses of technology. These were the whole enchilada here. They had guns and lasers up the yin yang. They were monstrous on the field. But Octavia was more of a monster than them. Octavia knew no fear or mercy. Unfortunately, when she was sent on a mission to damage the generators that were on the enemies side, she and her squad fell through a hole. When they fell through this hole in the earth, they had inadvertently stumbled upon the ruins of a lost technology. Octavia, being fearless once again, marched up to the ruins.
The ruins were glowing a light blue, but once Octavia touched the ruins, they started to glow an eerie red. Wind started howling, even though they were underground. While her squad was practically wetting themselves, Octavia only felt a rush of adrenaline. She began to laugh manically, and smile a crazy smile. Octavia's squad was gone in flash, but not because they ran away. They were eaten... By the machine. Only Octavia remained. But she had "gone round the bend" if you catch my drift. When she was found, she was sent straight to an asylum. She would speak incoherently when she tried to explain what had happened. The reason for this was, her head was filled with demons, quite literally. Whenever she opened her mouth they would all try to talk at once. She lost her both her names, Octavia and Athena.
Yesterday once more.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on June 25, 2011, 01:09:10 AM
Her name was Octavia, but on the battle field, she was known as Athena. This woman was the most ruthless warrior on the field, especially during the Android War. It was called this because a new war machine had just been released on both sides. They were essentially tall robots that stood somewhere between 13 to 17 feet high, but were hulking masses of technology. These were the whole enchilada here. They had guns and lasers up the yin yang. They were monstrous on the field. But Octavia was more of a monster than them. Octavia knew no fear or mercy. Unfortunately, when she was sent on a mission to damage the generators that were on the enemies side, she and her squad fell through a hole. When they fell through this hole in the earth, they had inadvertently stumbled upon the ruins of a lost technology. Octavia, being fearless once again, marched up to the ruins.
The ruins were glowing a light blue, but once Octavia touched the ruins, they started to glow an eerie red. Wind started howling, even though they were underground. While her squad was practically wetting themselves, Octavia only felt a rush of adrenaline. She began to laugh manically, and smile a crazy smile. Octavia's squad was gone in flash, but not because they ran away. They were eaten... By the machine. Only Octavia remained. But she had "gone round the bend" if you catch my drift. When she was found, she was sent straight to an asylum. She would speak incoherently when she tried to explain what had happened. The reason for this was, her head was filled with demons, quite literally. Whenever she opened her mouth they would all try to talk at once. She lost her both her names, Octavia and Athena.
Yesterday once more.
THE END.
The end!? Please expand this! It's really good, but feels like the beginning to something really epic and fantastic!
I know you have a short story kick going ITT, but this one is ripe for continuation!
Norman was an old man, who was withering away alone. He sat in a decaying rocking chair, looking at an old photo booth picture he had taken with his two best friends. Both his friends had been taken by the cannibals, but at different times. When the world as they knew it had come to an end, the three of them were only in their teens. There were riots, massacres even. The one who Norman considered a brother was taken by those who resorted to cannibalism. It was vivid in his memory. They had been running for days, and when his friend (who he considered a brother) sat down to catch his breath, arms came out from the darkness. His screams could be heard as he was dragged away. Norman and his remaining friend became sickened at the crunching noises and at the friend who had been dragged away, his screams begging for death. They ate him alive.
For a few years, Norman and his friend who he thought of as a sister, were safe. Well, as safe as they could be. But the cannibals came again. Norman had been out looking for food, while his friend was cleaning some clothes, when they came. Norman was lucky, but was heart broken when they took his remaining friend. But his sanity wasn't spared. When he came back, he saw them eating her. They hadn't noticed him, but he grabbed for his axe. Needless to say, he avenged both deaths, but now he was all alone. Norman then decided to get rid of all cannibals. And he had gotten rid of most of them, but because of this, the remaining cannibals then were out for him. Years passed, and now he was too old to be able to do much of anything. So he sat in the rocking chair, looking at the only photo he had of him and his deceased friends. He knew the cannibals would be coming for him, so he sat there, waiting. Waiting with an axe and gun, because he wasn't going down without a fight. And he went down like a champ.
The body is distorted in order to bend to that twisted figure.
THE END.
The streets were bustling with people and carriages, as a small child, with brown hair, named Rachel received a balloon and a flyer from an odd looking clown. The person, rather people, dressed as a clown had the head of a boy and a girl. "Come to the Dark Woods Circus, it's fun!" Both the heads shouted with excitement and smiles on their faces. Their eyes flashed from blue to red then back to blue, but Rachel was too busy eagerly reading the flyer. It said "Come to the Dark Woods Circus! Watch the deformity!" When Rachel looked back up, the strange clown ran off down the street to hand out more flyers. But the girl head shouted back to Rachel "Stop by and see him! The chairman with the big eyes! He's ten meters tall! You can't miss him!" Then the clown ran around the corner before the small Rachel could reply. Rachel then headed off deep into the woods, where The Dark Woods Circus was located.
Other people were heading towards the big tent, while someone who worked for the circus was shouting "All of the cast is jolly! Their forms are rather strange, but it's oh so fun!" There were two people on stilts. One of them was a man with a long white pony tail and dressed in a blue suit with a blue top hat to match. The other, was a woman with an equally long blond side pony tail, and dressed in a teal party dress. They must have been quite used to wearing stilts, for they were dancing a waltz. Or perhaps they were just abnormally tall. Rachel went inside the tent to watch the show.
After everyone was settled in their seats, the show began. As the ring master called out three names/titles, some spot lights were turned on to show which of the performers were which. "The one with two heads!" It was the odd clown Rachel had seen before, the boy and girl head, but they were actually attached to the same body. You could tell because of the visible stitch marks on their body. The girl head was smiling while the boy had was frowning. "The deformed diva!" It was a young lady with horse legs, and a horn. She had long beautiful green hair, but she had a sort of visor to cover her eyes. Her dress was short in the front to show off her beastly legs, while the back of the dress was long and trailing. "The blue beast that loves to eat things cold!" It was a young man in a blue restraining coat, with a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth. He was called the blue beast because his hair was blue. The things that were cold that he loved to eat were severed limbs. Rachel was amused and repulsed at the same time, but enjoyed the show.
When the show had finished, she decided to sneak a peek at the performers, through a small hole in the tent she had seen before she saw the show. Rachel put her eye up to the hole, and this is what she saw: The deformed diva was sitting in a cage crying, asking the one with two heads if anyone wished she were alive. "Am I so undesirable in this body?" she inquired. "Why do you both look at me like that? This face that is rotting is so painful." The boy head then said, "It's painful, and it can't be helped, but still we continue this circus." He began to brush the deformed diva's hair for her. Then the girl head began to say, "Forever! It's fun, so fun! This circus is so fun. Enough rotten fruit to dissolve my eyes! My skin festers, reflected in my eyes!" The girl head was obviously mad, but she didn't seem to mind. "I hate you and I want to die," The deformed diva said bitterly. "it's impossible for anyone to say and feel here."
A tall woman, who seemed as if she was ten meters high, in a red dress with feathery fan walked up behind Rachel. When Rachel turned round to see who was behind her, she gazed upwards at the tall woman's big round eyes. The big round eyes that were scary and seemed like they were going to swallow you whole. Rachel was about to scream when the tall woman lunged towards her, and Rachel's screams were heard no more. The two circus workers who were on stilts, or just had unfortunately long legs, were still dancing their waltz throughout the night with the shining moon as their light.
The streets were bustling with people and carriages, and a small child with brown hair dressed in a red dress was handing out flyers. She looked like a fairy in those clothes. She runs up to you, hands you a flyer, and flashes a big smile. Her eyes flicker from green to red then back to green, as she says,"It's fun."
Both sides of any story are never listened to equally.
THE END.
After that "incident" at the banquet last week, Casandra hated Harold even more. She walked down the street, heading towards her apartment, since her fiance ended the engagement. Because of Harold, of course. Casandra stopped in her tracks when she saw a figure leaning against the door of her apartment building. It was Harold, who was probably drunk. Again. Casandra sighed, and walked up to him. "Oh... Hello there Casandra. What are you doing at the King's golf course?" He was most definitely drunk. "You're not at the King's golf course Harold. You're at my apartment, again. Now shove off for home sailor," Casandra said in a sarcastically stern tone. "I'm a sailor now? But I thought I was a walrus!" Casandra sighed again, and went into the lobby to call Harold's butler, Jeremy, to come pick him up. She went back out onto the stoop, to make sure Harold didn't wander off somewhere. "Casandra, do you regret it?" "Regret what you silly bastard?" "Regret ever having met me, even though you can't forget me," Harold said with a drunken smirk. Casandra shoved him, he fell over going "WheeeEEeeeeeE". Jeremy the butler finally arrived, though he had to ask help from Casandra to get Harold into the car. Harold made some stupid remark, Casandra punched him the gut. The car drove away as Casandra went to her apartment.
In the car, Harold said, "They don't make them like her anymore, do they?" "No they don't sir," Jeremy said in joking voice. "I may be a cynical bastard, but I always think of her," Harold whispered to himself as he stared into a glass of scotch, that he had gotten from the car's bar.
Not everything is in black and white.
THE END.
He had no memory of what had happened to him. No memory of who or what he was. This nameless person wandered the desert, looking for something but had no idea of what it looked like, or if it even existed. In the distance he could see a water tower, and a small oasis. He staggered towards it, hoping it wasn't a mirage, bu expecting it be one...
A strange girl with three tattoos under her left eye sat on top of the water tower that was covered in grafitti. She sat there, staring at the sky. If you stared close enough, it looked as if she was flickering in and out of existance. Something out in the distance something caught her eye. She couldn't tell from where she was, but it seemed as if it was a boy in some sort of head pain. She got down from the water tower and ran towards the figure. As she got closer she could make out the figure a bit better, and she was right. It was a boy in some sort of head pain. But there were dark figures in a circle around the boy...
His back was sprouting a mysterious type of machinery that seemed to be the source of his head pain. The girl had seen this before, but it was such a long time ago. She still remembered what to do. She cautiously got closer to the boy and pulled at a string that had also sprouted from his back. The machinery sprang from his back and then melted away. Where the string had been, a small hole opened in his back, and a strange mechanical creature with a large red eye that took up most of it's body, scrambled to get out. The girl picked it up and swallowed it whole. She had saved the boy, but she would die very soon. But she was not afraid, she lived such a long life. She had out lived her people, who had died centuries ago. The water tower, the oasis, and herself were all that remained. She smiled as she turned into sand. Now all that was left of her were her clothes.
The boy had a strange dream. Machinery was sticking out from his back, and standing across from him was a girl with three tattoos under her left eye, with machinery coming out of her mouth. They stood there for a while, until she melted into sand. Then he awoke to a desert. Looking around, he saw clothing covered in sand. He stared at it, not knowing if he was still dreaming. Slowly standing up, he then ventured off into the desert once more, oblivious of the hole in his back.
Their time stopped long ago. Will yours?
THE END.
p.s. I'M ON CRACK! (not really... but yea...)
Amazing! Can't :mittens: these enough.
TGG, you're an amazing writer.
Apple, not far from tree here.
He had come so close, but fell short. She jumped the gun, but landed too far. They had met more than several times, but those moments were fleeting, as time often runs too quickly for most of us. He was some rich kid from uptown of someplace, while she was very lower middle class. They first met on the street when he was about to get mugged by a local thug. She rode in like she was the knight in shining armor and he was the princess... Or something like that. They became close even though they didn't see each other often, to the point where they almost actually developed feelings for each other. Almost. His parents were forcing him into an arranged marriage which he wanted no part of. So the girl whom he almost actually had feelings with said that they should run away together. This was where she had jumped the gun, but landed too far. So now he had a decision to make. Be rich and miserable, or be poor and happy. Sadly, this did not end the way most fairytales do. He chose being rich and miserable over poor and happy. So he married someone who did not almost actually develop feelings for. This was where he had come so close (to almost loving someone), but fell short. They never saw each other again.
Don't question yourself every time.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on July 22, 2011, 07:15:19 AM
He had come so close, but fell short. She jumped the gun, but landed too far. They had met more than several times, but those moments were fleeting, as time often runs too quickly for most of us. He was some rich kid from uptown of someplace, while she was very lower middle class. They first met on the street when he was about to get mugged by a local thug. She rode in like she was the knight in shining armor and he was the princess... Or something like that. They became close even though they didn't see each other often, to the point where they almost actually developed feelings for each other. Almost. His parents were forcing him into an arranged marriage which he wanted no part of. So the girl whom he almost actually had feelings with said that they should run away together. This was where she had jumped the gun, but landed too far. So now he had a decision to make. Be rich and miserable, or be poor and happy. Sadly, this did not end the way most fairytales do. He chose being rich and miserable over poor and happy. So he married someone who did not almost actually develop feelings for. This was where he had come so close (to almost loving someone), but fell short. They never saw each other again.
Don't question yourself every time.
THE END.
Dayum.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on July 22, 2011, 07:15:19 AM
He had come so close, but fell short. She jumped the gun, but landed too far. They had met more than several times, but those moments were fleeting, as time often runs too quickly for most of us. He was some rich kid from uptown of someplace, while she was very lower middle class. They first met on the street when he was about to get mugged by a local thug. She rode in like she was the knight in shining armor and he was the princess... Or something like that. They became close even though they didn't see each other often, to the point where they almost actually developed feelings for each other. Almost. His parents were forcing him into an arranged marriage which he wanted no part of. So the girl whom he almost actually had feelings with said that they should run away together. This was where she had jumped the gun, but landed too far. So now he had a decision to make. Be rich and miserable, or be poor and happy. Sadly, this did not end the way most fairytales do. He chose being rich and miserable over poor and happy. So he married someone who did not almost actually develop feelings for. This was where he had come so close (to almost loving someone), but fell short. They never saw each other again.
Don't question yourself every time.
THE END.
What Phox said. Damn.
Quote from: Luna on July 22, 2011, 12:08:18 PM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on July 22, 2011, 07:15:19 AM
He had come so close, but fell short. She jumped the gun, but landed too far. They had met more than several times, but those moments were fleeting, as time often runs too quickly for most of us. He was some rich kid from uptown of someplace, while she was very lower middle class. They first met on the street when he was about to get mugged by a local thug. She rode in like she was the knight in shining armor and he was the princess... Or something like that. They became close even though they didn't see each other often, to the point where they almost actually developed feelings for each other. Almost. His parents were forcing him into an arranged marriage which he wanted no part of. So the girl whom he almost actually had feelings with said that they should run away together. This was where she had jumped the gun, but landed too far. So now he had a decision to make. Be rich and miserable, or be poor and happy. Sadly, this did not end the way most fairytales do. He chose being rich and miserable over poor and happy. So he married someone who did not almost actually develop feelings for. This was where he had come so close (to almost loving someone), but fell short. They never saw each other again.
Don't question yourself every time.
THE END.
What Phox said. Damn.
Reminds me of Murakami.
Long ago, perhaps so long ago that no one would remember, there was a man who built a house for his wife. The man himself was plain and ordinary, but he was too kind for his own good. His wife was gorgeous and charismatic, but was cruel and had a heart of coal. She was known as someone who used to enjoy the best food, but now enjoyed the most gruesome dishes imaginable. When he finished building her house she ordered him to hire a cook, and he complied. So a chef was hired, but he made food that she didn't desire. She told him she wanted something that no one could possibly stomach eating, he didn't quite get it, so she gave him a hint. His eyes widened with fear and disgust, and she merely said, "Well? Go make me some food." And slowly, the village people began to go missing, one by one. The husband couldn't bear to let his wife do such a thing, but he knew he was powerless, especially when his legs "disappeared". There was only one thing the husband could do.
The wife eventually ate the chef, and the servants, and the villagers who hadn't left town. The only people left were her, and her husband. So, the wife began to look for her husband in their large house, but he was no where to be found. She happened to pass by a window and saw him. He pouring a liquid around the house, and lit a match. She began to laugh, and then looked at her hand. She said to herself, "Well here's something I haven't tried yet." As the flames engulfed the house, she happily ate herself. Even now, no one knows if the flames burned her to a crisp, or if she ate herself to death. The remains of the house still stand are ever so quiet, but if you listen closely, you can still hear her laughing while munching upon her own flesh.
Eat your heart out, we all know she would.
THE END.
She lay in a hospital bed, withered from age and senile from the years. She stared out the window, and thought back to her first memory. It was hazy, like she hadn't existed until she was old enough to actually remember things. You all know that feeling, where you can't remember anything before your first memory, as if you never existed until that point in time. She didn't know where she was or where she had been, but she knew where she wanted to go, and that was her first memory. The movie reel that was her memory jumped ahead to the day she met her husband. They had met on a rainy day, in a city somewhere far away, in a small restaurant that was run by an Italian family. She remembered how full of life his smile was. The reel jumped ahead to the day shes got married, and then continued to do so until it reached the day where her husband died. That day, it was as if a part of herself died. But she remembered the good memories as her pulse slowly died away...
This shit is getting to me...
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on August 04, 2011, 02:04:38 AM
She lay in a hospital bed, withered from age and senile from the years. She stared out the window, and thought back to her first memory. It was hazy, like she hadn't existed until she was old enough to actually remember things. You all know that feeling, where you can't remember anything before your first memory, as if you never existed until that point in time. She didn't know where she was or where she had been, but she knew where she wanted to go, and that was her first memory. The movie reel that was her memory jumped ahead to the day she met her husband. They had met on a rainy day, in a city somewhere far away, in a small restaurant that was run by an Italian family. She remembered how full of life his smile was. The reel jumped ahead to the day shes got married, and then continued to do so until it reached the day where her husband died. That day, it was as if a part of herself died. But she remembered the good memories as her pulse slowly died away...
This shit is getting to me...
THE END.
This one made me cry a little.
He destroyed everything he touched, whether it be relationships to vases, he was destructive without meaning to be. He was definitely the clumsy destructive type. He expected to be alone because of this, but he wasn't. There was a girl he had known since childhood, who had always been there for him. He took it for granted that she would always be there, but of course one day, she left. She never said where she was going, or why, she just simply left one day. He then refused to get close to anyone ever again, because he feared they would leave him one day like she did. Now he was truly alone the world without a friend.
You don't have to say goodbye, we're looking at the same night sky.
THE END.
Great stuff here, TGG. Keep writing! :)
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on August 04, 2011, 02:04:38 AM
She lay in a hospital bed, withered from age and senile from the years. She stared out the window, and thought back to her first memory. It was hazy, like she hadn't existed until she was old enough to actually remember things. You all know that feeling, where you can't remember anything before your first memory, as if you never existed until that point in time. She didn't know where she was or where she had been, but she knew where she wanted to go, and that was her first memory. The movie reel that was her memory jumped ahead to the day she met her husband. They had met on a rainy day, in a city somewhere far away, in a small restaurant that was run by an Italian family. She remembered how full of life his smile was. The reel jumped ahead to the day shes got married, and then continued to do so until it reached the day where her husband died. That day, it was as if a part of herself died. But she remembered the good memories as her pulse slowly died away...
This shit is getting to me...
THE END.
Oof. I'm both happy and regretting I clicked in this thread so soon.
He knew that life was short and fleeting, so he wanted to see everything and burn it into his memory. He wanted to do so because of something someone had told him long ago, a short conversation from his childhood that he barely remembered. That conversation he had was with a lady who always sounded like she was smiling. She had said to him "Time is fleeting, so make sure you never miss a chance to see something beautiful or horrible. Because in the end, all you have left are those memories." He took this to heart, and ever since then he made sure to never forget anything. Where he is now or where he is going we'll never really know, but it's probably someplace with many things to see.
Where are your words now?
THE END.
The monochromatic city is a very boring place, especially if you didn't grow up there. If you ask the residents of the city why there is no color, they will look at you as if you were a crazy person. Most of them have never even heard of color, and those that do know what color is (like red, blue, green, etc.) will never see it in their entire life. But there was a girl who dreamed of seeing color, because her monochromatic vision seemed very dull to her. Her name was Elise, and she a very bored girl within the monochromatic city. She'd always ask why they weren't able to see in color like those outside of the city, but no one would ever answer her. Or they would tell her that she wouldn't like the answer (of course, assuming there was an answer.) Elise was dying to experience what color was, when it occurred to her, that if she wanted to know, why not just leave the city? And so she did, though she dug her own grave by doing so...
When word got around to him that there was a girl who was leaving the city to see what colors were, he knew he would have to stop her. Well, it was his job to keep those who have never seen color before from ever seeing it. He sighed, since he disliked his job, for it was very bloody work. But he then walked in the direction to the edge of the city, where he knew he'd find his target...
Elise never realized how enormous the city was, so she got lost a couple of times on her way to the edge of the city, but she finally made it. Now she only stood a few short steps away from the city limits, and now was most definitely the moment of truth. She jumped out of the city limits and actually cried at what she saw. Elise never knew that color could be this beautiful and mesmerizing, she never knew how empty her world without color know seemed. Elise was too preoccupied to notice someone was quickly approaching from behind, until it was too late. She turned round at the last moment and saw a man with a sad look on his face. "I'm sorry..." was the first and last thing she heard from the sad looking man.
The grass on this side never seemed so green...
THE END.
It felt as if she was losing her grip on reality. She couldn't remember how or when it started, but she knew her sanity was slowly decreasing. All the things she has seen and done, she couldn't forget even if she really wanted to. She'd randomly scream as her sanity died away a bit, and as insanity crept in little by little. When she finally lost her sanity, she was sitting on the floor of her room, her back up against the wall with her hands covering her eyes. She knew that if she looked directly at it, she'd be kissing her sanity goodbye. But she just couldn't help herself, and peeked at the creature through the cracks between her fingers. You know what TV screen static looks like right? Well imagine that but in the shape of a human, and it has beady eyes. That was insanity, and she was looking it straight in the eyes. She couldn't peel her eyes away, so she and Insanity sat there staring at each other, until she broke.
Take me home tonight.
THE END.
In her dreams, her dream world is amazing. She can do whatever she pleases, like bending the laws of physics and such. If she wanted to she could have a picnic on the moon with the cow who tried jumping the moon, but got stuck on it. In reality however, her body lay in a hospital room, hooked up to different machines. In reality, she was a girl who's life depended upon machines. The sad fact was, she was a girl who could never wake up. But perhaps it's for the best. Because the last time she was actually awake was when she was 5, and that was 11 years ago. So the girl and her machines will remain in that hospital room, slowly aging physically, but eternally young mentally. Wars could come and go, and she'd never know it. Natural disasters could happen right outside her door, and she'd still be dreaming happily. But in this hospital, there was a woman, who used to be named Octavia. And she'd always wander into the girl's room and start talking incoherently, as if they were having conversations. The staff members always wondered how Octavia got out from the high security mental ward, all the way to the girl's room, while wearing a restraining coat. And this would go on for a few years, Octavia would go and see the sleeping girl, Emily, everyday. But unfortunately, good things must come to an end. I've seen the ending of this story and it gets worse.
The princess sleeps with electronic lullabies.
THE END.
Good stuff, lady!
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In a house, long since abandoned, near the edge of a town, there is a music box. It is a very beautiful box, with the most enchanting song that your ears will ever hear. But beware, if you get to close to this house drenched in misfortune, you'll meet a very twisted end. A young boy by the name Spencer, did not heed this warning. He was heading to the forest to play with his friends, Michael and Vanna, when he came upon the house. It was old, but elegant. That's when he heard the music box. Now Spencer knew that music doesn't just randomly come from an empty house, so he came to the conclusion that someone was inside. He ignored the sign on the gate that said, "DANGER! KEEP OUT." and walked right up to the door that was supposed to be nailed shut, but opened it with ease. Spencer could hear the music more clearly now, but wanted to be able to hear it better, so he went up the creaky stairs.
Spencer now stood in front of the door of the room where the music was coming from. He slowly opened the door, and walked into a room that appeared to be a small library/study, with a big window on the north wall. But he wasn't alone in the room. There was young lady in a long black dress, with an overly large black bow on her head, holding a music box. She looked up and smiled as Spencer entered the room. She held the box out to him and said "Why don't you wind it up? If you open this splendid box then presto! It'll begin to sing." She had the biggest grin on her face that it seemed as if her mouth would take over her face. Spencer, being a little frightened of what she'd do if he didn't, opened the music box. The inside of the box was covered in mirrors, and he couldn't look away at what he was seeing. Then he had a dream of beautiful days, when this rundown house was new and gorgeous.
The young woman who offered up the music box to Spencer was running around the yard playing with a dog, and a young man (who Spencer guessed was her husband or brother) came through the gate and greeted her with a hug, and continued into the house. Then the dream jumped to the girl's birthday, where she received the music box from the man. Spencer heard her say "Oh brother! It's beautiful, thank you!" Then she opened the diabolical box, and then Spencer heard what sounded like a loud heart beat. He realized that the heart beat was his own, as he was frightened at how her eyes suddenly dilated to the point that they seemed like tiny black dots and her sweet smile turned into a sinister grin. He was frightened, and could guess at what was going to happen to the brother.
Within the dream, he could see as it skipped ahead the crazier she got and the more the brother worried. It skipped again, but this time, the girl was no where to be seen. But the brother sat in library/study, late at night writing in a journal. Spencer felt a bit guilty at reading someone's journal, but read it anyway. It read as such:
"September 17, 19XX
It seems I really shouldn't have bought that music box from that strange store. I think it changed my sister somehow. I tried returning it to that old lady who owned that creepy shop while my sister was at school, but I couldn't find the damned place. Maybe that urban legend I heard from Dave was true after all. The one where if it's a rainy day in early fall, an old woman with curly hair who wears a shawl, will be standing in front of a store sweeping up the storefront and asks "Is it your sister's birthday?" if you reply with "Yes" then she'll say to buy your sister a gift from her shop. Unfortunately, I replied to her when she asked. There was nothing but creepy things in her shop, except for that music box. But now I realize that that music box was the most sinisterly creepy compared to everything else from her shop. I really should have just ignored the old woman and kept walking, but now is too late for regrets. I probably won't live to see the sun rise."
Spencer's heart stopped when the door creaked open. It was her. The brother calmly closed the journal and put it away, though Spencer could tell the brother's heart was pounding. The girl muttered something about a waltz, and Spencer was powerless to stop the brother's horribly bloody demise, but that's where the dream ended. Spencer was catapulted back into reality, where he was still holding the music box, and the girl was still sitting on the desk. "So? Did you see a wonderful dream?" It seemed as if her grin had gotten bigger, but when he focused his gaze a little, he could see her teeth were sharp like a shark's. Suddenly her face was only a few inches away from his. The music stopped, and she said "How about we waltz?"
A waltz for the damned.
THE END.
She curled into herself. The girl hadn't meant for it to happen, but it did. Out of all the guilt trips people used on her, she actually felt guilty this time, without anyone trying to make her feel guilty. She didn't want to peek at what was across the room. She was afraid of it, and new the moment she looked at it, reality would hit her like a freight train. So she hid in her own world for awhile, until it began to talk to her. "Hey!" It said, "Look at me! Look at what you've done to me!" It's voice was thick and disgusting, and would send shivers down your spine if you could hear it. It's voice was thick as a concrete and disgusting as if it had a stench to it. It kept bugging her from across the room to the point where she finally looked up and glared at it. Then she regretted doing so. It's eyes got wide and began to screech "Don't look at me! Don't look at me! If you look at me I'll destroy you! Don't look at me, don't look at me!" It's form is what repulsed her the most though. There were stains on the wall and floor from where it happened. She couldn't help but retch as it continued to screech at her. The girl couldn't peel her eyes away from what she created. Oh god, how could she have created something so grotesque as that? Even as she thought about it, It seemed so pitiful and helpless, just screeching "Don't look at me!" though she could understand why It wouldn't want to be looked at. I mean really, would YOU want to be looked at if you looked like It?
The twisted reality of things.
THE END.
She looked out at the passing scenery from the train window, as the sound of a non-existent piano echoed. She didn't remember how she got on the train, or where it was heading. Hell, she didn't even remember who she was. But she did remember a piano. It was a Steinway if she had remembered correctly. When she was a child it was the only thing she could do to keep her parents from fighting. They''d tell her how proud they were and how she had such talent. She didn't enjoy playing it, but it was a small price to pay to keep her family from breaking. Pulling herself free from the nostalgia, she looked around the train car. She wasn't sure if her vision was blurry or not because the other passengers didn't have faces, or they did but she couldn't see them. She turned her attention back to the train window. The piano music echoed louder and louder, but there was no piano to be seen. The ticket man came around asking "Ticket please." When it was finally her turn, she said "I don't have one." He whispered "Don't let the other passengers hear that, they might get jealous." She didn't quite get it, but the ticket man told her to follow him after a few minutes. He moved along to another train car, and after a few moments, she got up and followed. But leaving the comfort and security of the seat, she was finally able to see the hellish and disfigured faces of the others passengers. The other passengers paid no attention to her, and she moved along.
After catching up with the ticket man in the dining car, he explained to her that she did not belong on this train or it's destination because she had no ticket. He also explained that because she has no ticket, she can leave and go home. When she tried to ask him about the other passengers, he only replied with "You'll have to figure that out for yourself. I'm already in trouble just trying to help you out." He excused himself from the car, but over his shoulder he said she'd have to find the way out herself. She sat there for awhile, thinking of ways to get off a moving train. She looked out a window once more, she could see what was out there, yet at the same time she couldn't. When she glanced down at the table she saw a small note. Upon that note was something of a riddle or puzzle:
"On this train there are many passengers. The answer you seek is where the most grotesque passengers reside and piano echoes abound. But tread with care, for one wrong move shall seal your doom.
The note's writing sent shivers down her spine. Since she came from the very last train car, she guessed she'd have to go to one of the front cars. She moved into the next car. The passengers seemed more aware of their surroundings than the ones from her car. They only craned their heads in unison to look at who had entered the room. They seemed a bit perplexed to see that it was another passenger instead of a train staffer, but the girl paid no mind to this and kept moving. She opened the door and moved into the next room while the piano echoes got louder.
In this room, however, she couldn't hear herself think because of the blaring music. The last two passenger cars looked like family hour, while this one practically screamed "Hysteria". There were flashing lights, dancing cages, things you'd find in dance club on the verge of a rave. She was bumped about by the crowd when she tried to get across the room. She ended up falling onto a couch, next to someone who looked like a cross between a drug lord and a notorious man whore. To be quite frank he scared her, and he asked "Where's your ticket?" Her eyes got wide and she made a dash for the door. He saw that as a sign that she didn't have one, and commanded everyone's attention to be turned to her. The music stopped and she could her the adrenaline pumping. The passengers began to grab at her, eager for the chance to give up their tickets. She made it through the door before she was caught, and she could hear people cursing at the lost chance. She sank against the door as she listened to her heart beat slow down. When she looked around the new car, she saw the most grotesque figures she'd ever seen.
It looked like some sort of S&M chamber, but taken to the extreme. People were overly stretched, others had their skin pulled off, etc. This was where the piano echoes were the loudest. She began to look for the piano, being as quiet as possible, since the passengers here looked like they were sleeping. She accidentally bumped into an overly stretched person, and the person's eyes snapped open. The person mouthed "So you don't have a ticket either?" She responded with a head shake. The person mouthed "What you're looking for is in the engine room, but be careful, that's where HE is." The girl was glad that she could read lips, for it was extremely useful in this situation. But before she could say thank you the person's eyes snapped shut again. She slowly made her way to the engine room.
Within the engine room, she saw the people who ran the train. But they were all asleep. Among them, she saw the ticket man. She had no idea what she was looking for. That is, until she came upon a miniature piano, which must have been where the echoes came from. She grabbed it, but then the train staff opened their eyes and began to shriek "NONONONONONONONONONONONO! NO ONE MUST EVER LEAVE THIS TRAIN! NONONONONONONONONONO!" The girl got up and ran, with the small piano cupped in her hands.
As she ran back through the train cars, the passengers that were once alive and moving were now nothing more than skeletons and corpses. She was sickened at the sight but kept running, for if she stopped, they, no HE, would catch her. The train staff had morphed together to become HE if you were wondering. She finally made it to the car where she started and ran out to the small deck at the end of it. The scenery was now clear. It was nothing but endless water and sky. When she looked down she could see that the train tracks were on a small raised hill, but were still underwater. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he was still coming. She climbed up on to the railing and jumped off, and the shrieks got louder. She landed in the water with the piano and kept sinking further and further, until she hit reality.
This would be a fairy tale for two if such a thing actually existed.
THE END.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on August 27, 2011, 10:02:33 AM
In her dreams, her dream world is amazing. She can do whatever she pleases, like bending the laws of physics and such. If she wanted to she could have a picnic on the moon with the cow who tried jumping the moon, but got stuck on it. In reality however, her body lay in a hospital room, hooked up to different machines. In reality, she was a girl who's life depended upon machines. The sad fact was, she was a girl who could never wake up. But perhaps it's for the best. Because the last time she was actually awake was when she was 5, and that was 11 years ago. So the girl and her machines will remain in that hospital room, slowly aging physically, but eternally young mentally. Wars could come and go, and she'd never know it. Natural disasters could happen right outside her door, and she'd still be dreaming happily. But in this hospital, there was a woman, who used to be named Octavia. And she'd always wander into the girl's room and start talking incoherently, as if they were having conversations. The staff members always wondered how Octavia got out from the high security mental ward, all the way to the girl's room, while wearing a restraining coat. And this would go on for a few years, Octavia would go and see the sleeping girl, Emily, everyday. But unfortunately, good things must come to an end. I've seen the ending of this story and it gets worse.
The princess sleeps with electronic lullabies.
THE END.
Emily always met this strange girl in her dreamworld. The girl had glowing blue and red eyes with the name of Octavia. When they first met in the dreamworld, Octavia spoke complete jibberish, but what she was trying to convey with her jumbled words seemed important. After that, the next few times Octavia appeared, her speech was more coherent, but there were still some missing pieces to her puzzle of words. They'd have conversations about random things, and every time Octavia appeared, Emily could hear the sounds of jumbled words far off in the distance, and knew they came from the waking world. And because of this, Emily was fairly certain that Octavia was a real person. But one day, in the dreamworld of Emily's mind, Octavia had some serious business to discuss. Octavia plucked out her own eye that glowed blue, and placed it one of Emily's eye sockets, and then both of Emily's eyes glowed that eerie blue, while Octavia's eyes glowed a menacing red. Then Emily woke back up to reality, her eyes still glowing blue, and there stood Octavia, next to the hospital bed with her own eyes glowing red. They both stayed put and just stared at one another for awhile,until a nurse came in and saw them. She ran out into the hallway to tell everyone that Miss Emily had woken up, and she did, but they both appeared behind her. The hospital staff never left the building that day, but Octavia and Emily did.
In a rainy town, balloons dance with devils.
THE END.
"THE END IS NIGH, THE END IS NIGH!" cried the man with the news bell. Though his lungs felt burned by the cold air, he continued to shout, "THE END OF ALL THE STORIES HAVE COME! THE AUTHOR IS PUTTING AN END TO ALL THE INTERTWINED STORIES!" The townspeople all panicked, as did many other towns and cities where all the stories I have written about happened. As you, dear readers, may have or haven't noticed by now, but all the stories I have written in this thread have all been intertwined in one way or another. Mainly because they all take place at the same time. In a way I suppose this is the final chapter, and I hope very much that you all enjoy this like you have enjoyed the other ones. Remember now, ALL THE STORIES ARE INTERTWINED, I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF ABOUT THIS UNTIL THE VERY END.
Jal walked among the gravestones, looking for a specific one. This grave visit had been like the previous ones, except for the fact that she brought a guest with her. Jal's guest wore a Hood, so you couldn't see their face. When they arrived at the grave of Juris, both of them saw how neat it was kept, and how many flowers there were (It looked like such because of all of his neighbors from The Slum who had known him since they were children and such). Jal knelt down and placed a sunflower on Juris' tomb, for it was his favorite flower. The person said nothing, and only looked at grave. Jal turned around and said, "Don't be so rude Zeit! You two loved each other, don't you think you should say something? At least cry you bastard." Zeit lifted the hood to reveal the face and identity that I have kept hidden. Zeit knelt down beside Jal and said "Juris you idiot, I told you to wait for me." He then began to cry and Jal said to calm down. Not far off from where they were, an elderly couple, Neil and Alison, were visiting their deceased friend's grave. The same friend who had always been in love with Alison. They both silently wept over the lonely dead woman's grave.
In the town on the coast Donnie had grown old and weary with age. He gazed out onto the sea, he muttered under his breath "Finally got what you wanted, didn't you Vanna? Wanted me all to yourself, that you did." As Donnie stood up, his bones creaked and moaned. He moved over to the piano and began to play a sorrowful tune. He sat there at the piano for three days, without stopping the beautiful music. On the morning of the fourth day, the music stopped. A few townspeople got in a boat and rowed out to Donnie's ship. A young man named Dave found him first, and swears to this day, he saw Donnie as a young man saying "Thank you for finding me" and then reverting to his old corpse.
The ballerina still sat in her wheelchair last time we saw her. Something sparked within her, a new life perhaps. Or maybe it was one of her old rivals saying "How pathetic she looks", we'll never know for sure. But one thing that is definitely for sure, is that she got the use of her legs back. She could dance again, and was the star of a new ballet. John sat in the crowd watching the performance with his wife. He said he came only because his wife wanted to go, but the real reason was because his deceased twin, Mary, had always wanted to be a ballerina. As he thought back to his childhood, it wasn't as great as others, but it wasn't too bad because Mikey had been there for him and his sister. He shed a few tears, at remembering his sister's death and that Mikey had passed away only last year. At the end of the performance, his face was streaked with tears, but he stood up and applauded the ballerinas like everyone else.
At some point Father Time realized that the young man who would replace was himself. It was just an unending loop of time, because after all, Father Time can't die nor can he be born, he just exists. Perhaps the previous Father Time, or himself he had met all those years ago, knew this too. He couldn't be quite sure, but as he thought of this, his thoughts drifted to cleaning up those broken clocks in the hallways. Or maybe he shouldn't touch those in case he ruins the fabric of time and space by doing so, because he had no idea what those clocks actually were. So he sat there and pondered about this for quite some time, until he got bored and decided to go watch the mortal realm.
Eliza was nothing more than a shell of her former self. She had children with the man she was forced to marry, but never thought of them as her own. She couldn't even bring herself to look at them, especially when she told them that they were the reason why she couldn't ever be free. She was a horrible mother and she knew it. Eliza couldn't remember a time when she had held her children, if she had ever done so. She lay in her bed, an old woman, regretting her life and wishing she could do it all over again.
It had been about ten years since Lily died, but Phillip still dreamed about her. He dreamed about her because he couldn't forget, he wished they had more time together, but it's impossible to wish for something so far out of reach. Within his dreams though, he could see her as if she was still alive, and these dreams were really the only thing that kept him sane. Because his other half, his "missing puzzle piece" had left the world of the living long ago, and he missed her terribly, every day.
Harold had a job to do at beach resort, that involved investigating an ambassador from Endora and why the ambassador was always trying to "make the sexy time with the womens" or something like that. Instead he decided to relax and watch the waves. Down the beach a ways, he saw Casandra. Harold couldn't tell if he was dreaming, or if he was actually seeing her there. When she came closer he said "I'm sorry I've been such an ass to you for so long, maybe one day you can forgive me for all the horrible shit I've done." She sat down next to him and said "Well you're going to have to work hard if you want me to forgive you." They sat there staring at the waves, while the Endoran ambassador was partying with all the womens.
When she woke up, she remembered who she was. But she also remembered that horrific dream of the train and Him and the small piano. She thought it was a dream, until she looked down, and saw the small piano. Her heart began to race, and she looked up. He stood in the corner, his grotesque figure and voice seemed to say "I'll follow you forever because you left the train of the damned!" Her eyes reeled back and she passed out in the hospital bed.
Emily and Octavia had traveled for many days and nights from the hospital that they had left behind. It was raining and dark, the only thing to guide their way was their glowing eyes. They finally made it to their destination, which was the equivalent to Mount Olympias. They climbed the mountain, and when they reached the top, they both saw the same type of old technology that Octavia had come across that had made her insane. Octavia approached it first, and then Emily. They both placed their right hand on a circular stone, and the machine began to radiate red and blue light. The wind howled, the rain came down in torrents, and then their entire bodies glowed blue and red. Then finally, they both disappeared. Perhaps they became gods, or maybe they were also eaten by the ancient technology. We'll never know.
The people of the widespread cities and towns where my stories had taken place now screamed in terror as the stories came to an end. And just like what happened with the people of Pomppei, the people became frozen in time within my memory. And perhaps one day, they'll spring back to life and more stories will be written about them, and perhaps not.
If we're going down in flames, then I'm dragging all of you along for the ride.
THE END.
P.S. I hope you all have enjoyed all of the stories and characters. I thank you guys for always reading them, even if they were crappy.
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I've loved reading these! Thanks for posting them here, TGG.