Is anyone else a writer? I love coming up with stories and working on them (and then never finishing, but oh well). Maybe that's why English is my favorite class...
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by eka on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:06 pm
So do I!
The problem is after a while I'll try to pick up on the story but lose interest [once again] after realising I'd have to read over the 20 pages I'd started on...
The problem is after a while I'll try to pick up on the story but lose interest [once again] after realising I'd have to read over the 20 pages I'd started on...
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by Kat on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:15 pm
That's what happens to me too! I have like maybe 6 or so story files on my computer just sitting there...it's kinda sad. And then I'll start something new and after a while it gets added to the pile. Though I do (every now and then) go back to one...
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by iamcullen on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:21 pm
Kat wrote:That's what happens to me too! I have like maybe 6 or so story files on my computer just sitting there...it's kinda sad. And then I'll start something new and after a while it gets added to the pile. Though I do (every now and then
) go back to one...
Same here. XD WEll, It does pile up then sooner or later you go back to 1 haha! I really hope I can finish a story. even a short one. haha!!!
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by Kat on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:25 pm
Yeah, I really want to finish a story someday, it might as well be my one goal in life (lol). I've actually finished 2 or 3 short stories but they were assignments from school...so I don't know if they really count.
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by iamcullen on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:30 pm
Kat wrote:Yeah, I really want to finish a story someday, it might as well be my one goal in life (lol). I've actually finished 2 or 3 short stories but they were assignments from school...so I don't know if they really count.
I guess it does count. I also finished stories for school work. haha!
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by Kat on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:35 pm
(Lol)Yeah, I guess they do...I mean I liked the way they turned out (and I think I got pretty good grades on them:)) But, I'd really love to complete a full novel, though I really can't see that happening...
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by iamcullen on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:39 pm
Kat wrote:(Lol)Yeah, I guess they do...I mean I liked the way they turned out (and I think I got pretty good grades on them:)) But, I'd really love to complete a full novel, though I really can't see that happening...
LOL. Well, if you've finished one I would love to read it.
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by iamcullen on Mon Apr 07, 2008 10:54 pm
Kat wrote:(Lol) I don't know if my short stories are that brilliant, but I could probably find one (out of the few complete ones) that would be okay to post or something...
Oh. I'll wait for it. haha! XD Its alright even if its not that good. I'll still read it.
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by Kat on Mon Apr 07, 2008 11:00 pm
Well, here's a realllllly short story I wrote for a contest (& it actually won a 3rd place) a couple of years ago...I don't know if I still like it or not, but it's okay....
FEAR
I have never been afraid. Spiders hold no haunt for me. The darkness is a childish thing. Small spaces? Nothing but a bother. Storms give me not fear, but wonder, and death to me is just another adventure. When my stepmother and I moved into her long gone sister’s house, I did not expect anything strange or frightful. In fact, the small blue house with peeling paint and white trim surrounded by an overgrown lawn was perfectly normal for something that had been abandoned five years. Truly, I liked it. But, that was before I spent the night there.
The first night, I stared at the ceiling for a while, waiting for sleep to come. Later, however, my usual dreamless sleep was twisted into a nightmare. The images flashing through my mind were haunted and petrifying. They were things found in horror movies. The things that give you that creeping sensation that something is about to happen; that your fears are going to come true.
As our time in that house became longer, my nightmares kept growing worse. Every night from the very first day, I woke up screaming. I could no longer stand the dark. My room seemed to shrink as I would lay awake in bed afraid to close my eyes, afraid to breathe too loud. My stepmother didn’t know what was wrong with me. But, there was nothing she could do. This house had awakened the fear in me.
One night, I found myself wandering. I preferred to evade sleep as long as I could and walking around the creaking house put off the horrific dreams. I walked all around, being careful to not wake up my stepmother. Then I found myself before the front door. It stood looming over me, though it never had before. Without much thought, I twisted the knob and walked onto the porch, except, there was no porch. I was standing in a field.
“H-Hello?” I called out to nothing.
The field I stood in now – was dead. The only living creature was myself. Even the trees that enclosed the field like a cage were dead; nothing more than corpses of past organisms. A crunching sound echoed around me as I walked on the brown grass. My blue eyes slid around the field. There was no escape from this square prison. Even then I knew as the light sky darkened, that fear would get the better of me. I knew so well now how when the darkness came I would lose my senses, lose control.
Abruptly, I stopped.
My legs no longer moved and they were no longer in my control, and then I saw why. My breath caught. The sun’s last rays were slowly sinking behind the trees, but my eyes, so used to the decline of light, sped up the motion. My heart’s slow beats began to hasten. Th-thump, Th-thump, Thump, Thump…
The darkness was coming.
I stood there, frozen with horror, my face as white as a ghost. Then I screamed and grabbed my leg where a gashing wound had just opened and blood poured out pooling on the dead ground. I collapsed. My breath was hard and jagged. Tears were filling my eyes. Another wound opened, this time on my arm, a piercing scream following that quick knife. The strange pain was like someone running a long fingernail across your skin much harder than necessary. Another bizarre feeling washed over me as tiny black spiders with red hour glasses on their backs crawled along my arms. My eyes widened with fear. I bit my lip.
As I lay on the ground gasping for air, holding my leg and biting my lip in hopes I wouldn’t scream again, the trees began to grow. But, they were dead, so how could they grow? How could they grow so tall they blocked out the sky? The sky, already so dark, went pitch black. No matter how much I strained my eyes, I saw nothing – nothing but darkness. And then, though I could not see it, I could feel the walls closing in. The trees not only grew taller, but wider, and I could feel them slowly enclosing me. There was no escape from this nightmare. The trees would close in on me until I died from suffocation. I was going to die alone, cold, and frightened. I was going to be lost forever in this endless hollow of fears.
The darkness swallowed me up then, and I found myself standing alone on a cliff above the sea.
“Did I not die?” I asked myself looking around in wonder and at my once wounded limbs. The sea rolled beneath me. The crashing of the waves and sea gulls crying was a soothing sound. But, this relaxing state would not last and a loud roar that hurt my ears sounded above the waves. I looked up. Dangerously dark and terribly large, black clouds rolled across the sky. Lightening flashed, its light illuminating the sea. More thunder crashed through the air, and I found myself kneeling on the ground with my hands over my ears.
“Stop!” I screamed, “Enough! I’ve had enough!!!” Why I called out, I couldn’t say. No one could be heard over that treacherous thunder. My sobs were pointless and broken filled with self pity and fear.
“Please…” I begged, “Please…stop…”
It was quiet.
No clouds covered the sky, the ocean was flat and serene, and there were no gulls singing. I stood there with shock. Previous tears stained my face and a ringing filled my ears, but everything else – everything was quiet. The scenery began to change then, and I found myself rewinding, seeing everything I had been through, until it stopped, and I once again stood in front of the little blue house. It was night still. The full moon glowed brightly in the sky. The front door was open with light coming through.
“Abby! Abby! Where are you?” my stepmother anxiously shouted.
Everything was alright – for now.
FEAR
I have never been afraid. Spiders hold no haunt for me. The darkness is a childish thing. Small spaces? Nothing but a bother. Storms give me not fear, but wonder, and death to me is just another adventure. When my stepmother and I moved into her long gone sister’s house, I did not expect anything strange or frightful. In fact, the small blue house with peeling paint and white trim surrounded by an overgrown lawn was perfectly normal for something that had been abandoned five years. Truly, I liked it. But, that was before I spent the night there.
The first night, I stared at the ceiling for a while, waiting for sleep to come. Later, however, my usual dreamless sleep was twisted into a nightmare. The images flashing through my mind were haunted and petrifying. They were things found in horror movies. The things that give you that creeping sensation that something is about to happen; that your fears are going to come true.
As our time in that house became longer, my nightmares kept growing worse. Every night from the very first day, I woke up screaming. I could no longer stand the dark. My room seemed to shrink as I would lay awake in bed afraid to close my eyes, afraid to breathe too loud. My stepmother didn’t know what was wrong with me. But, there was nothing she could do. This house had awakened the fear in me.
One night, I found myself wandering. I preferred to evade sleep as long as I could and walking around the creaking house put off the horrific dreams. I walked all around, being careful to not wake up my stepmother. Then I found myself before the front door. It stood looming over me, though it never had before. Without much thought, I twisted the knob and walked onto the porch, except, there was no porch. I was standing in a field.
“H-Hello?” I called out to nothing.
The field I stood in now – was dead. The only living creature was myself. Even the trees that enclosed the field like a cage were dead; nothing more than corpses of past organisms. A crunching sound echoed around me as I walked on the brown grass. My blue eyes slid around the field. There was no escape from this square prison. Even then I knew as the light sky darkened, that fear would get the better of me. I knew so well now how when the darkness came I would lose my senses, lose control.
Abruptly, I stopped.
My legs no longer moved and they were no longer in my control, and then I saw why. My breath caught. The sun’s last rays were slowly sinking behind the trees, but my eyes, so used to the decline of light, sped up the motion. My heart’s slow beats began to hasten. Th-thump, Th-thump, Thump, Thump…
The darkness was coming.
I stood there, frozen with horror, my face as white as a ghost. Then I screamed and grabbed my leg where a gashing wound had just opened and blood poured out pooling on the dead ground. I collapsed. My breath was hard and jagged. Tears were filling my eyes. Another wound opened, this time on my arm, a piercing scream following that quick knife. The strange pain was like someone running a long fingernail across your skin much harder than necessary. Another bizarre feeling washed over me as tiny black spiders with red hour glasses on their backs crawled along my arms. My eyes widened with fear. I bit my lip.
As I lay on the ground gasping for air, holding my leg and biting my lip in hopes I wouldn’t scream again, the trees began to grow. But, they were dead, so how could they grow? How could they grow so tall they blocked out the sky? The sky, already so dark, went pitch black. No matter how much I strained my eyes, I saw nothing – nothing but darkness. And then, though I could not see it, I could feel the walls closing in. The trees not only grew taller, but wider, and I could feel them slowly enclosing me. There was no escape from this nightmare. The trees would close in on me until I died from suffocation. I was going to die alone, cold, and frightened. I was going to be lost forever in this endless hollow of fears.
The darkness swallowed me up then, and I found myself standing alone on a cliff above the sea.
“Did I not die?” I asked myself looking around in wonder and at my once wounded limbs. The sea rolled beneath me. The crashing of the waves and sea gulls crying was a soothing sound. But, this relaxing state would not last and a loud roar that hurt my ears sounded above the waves. I looked up. Dangerously dark and terribly large, black clouds rolled across the sky. Lightening flashed, its light illuminating the sea. More thunder crashed through the air, and I found myself kneeling on the ground with my hands over my ears.
“Stop!” I screamed, “Enough! I’ve had enough!!!” Why I called out, I couldn’t say. No one could be heard over that treacherous thunder. My sobs were pointless and broken filled with self pity and fear.
“Please…” I begged, “Please…stop…”
It was quiet.
No clouds covered the sky, the ocean was flat and serene, and there were no gulls singing. I stood there with shock. Previous tears stained my face and a ringing filled my ears, but everything else – everything was quiet. The scenery began to change then, and I found myself rewinding, seeing everything I had been through, until it stopped, and I once again stood in front of the little blue house. It was night still. The full moon glowed brightly in the sky. The front door was open with light coming through.
“Abby! Abby! Where are you?” my stepmother anxiously shouted.
Everything was alright – for now.
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