This is for a short story I have been working on a lot over the past while. I keep deleting it, and redoing it, and deleting it. the details have been refined a bit in my mind over the years, but the sotry is basically the same each time. I think if I write it here, it will help solidify it in my head so I can finally finish it in font 
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Lorian's Tale
By Silver Wolf on June 4th 2009, mid-afternoon.on topic Brief rendition of a story that will either be a short story or a novel someday...it's all still in my head! :)
Lorian looked around quickly upon stumbling onto the round stone dais of the Portal, and saw she had literally stepped from just before the oval of bright blue-white light directly into a forest clearing. The trees all around her were old, ancient actually, and lush with leaves the color of pure emeralds. The grass of the clearing was a slightly lighter shade of that lovely green, and the sky above, a hold in the canopy of leaves and branches, was blue and cloudless.
"Move!" She whirled, remembering in a flash how she'd gotten here. The man in the strange clothes had pushed her through that glowing opening in her reality and into this one. As she turned, her goot caught on a loose bit of stone in the dais, and she fell heavily on her rear, and would have fallen down the stairs end over end had the strange man not caught her by the wrist and hauled her up almost as soon as her hind end hit the hard stones.
"They will be here any second, if they aren't already." he said in a low voice, looking around in what seemed to be all directions at once. Lorian didn't know who 'they' were, but she did know that this guy had had the arrogance, and the stupidity, to attempt to kidnap her, and she wasn't having it.
"Face 'em yourself," she retorted, pulling her wrist out of his grip and making a bolt for the still glowing hole, which she saw was now rounded by a stone circle, black, and tipped on its side. It was like looking through a black ring with blue light or mist ringing the inside of it.
An arrow whizzed past her head, and she had just enough time to think -Whoa, that could hurt someone on the street on the other side!-, and then she was focused on the strange man again, because now he had gotten a hold of her upper arm, was turning her a bit, and then he was lifting her up, and...
"Noo!!" she shrieked as he lifted her higher, and then actually -threw- her. Hard. She flew up, up, and forward at the same time, then just forward, as trees flew by underneath her, and she screamed as she started to descend towards the ground.
"Move!" She whirled, remembering in a flash how she'd gotten here. The man in the strange clothes had pushed her through that glowing opening in her reality and into this one. As she turned, her goot caught on a loose bit of stone in the dais, and she fell heavily on her rear, and would have fallen down the stairs end over end had the strange man not caught her by the wrist and hauled her up almost as soon as her hind end hit the hard stones.
"They will be here any second, if they aren't already." he said in a low voice, looking around in what seemed to be all directions at once. Lorian didn't know who 'they' were, but she did know that this guy had had the arrogance, and the stupidity, to attempt to kidnap her, and she wasn't having it.
"Face 'em yourself," she retorted, pulling her wrist out of his grip and making a bolt for the still glowing hole, which she saw was now rounded by a stone circle, black, and tipped on its side. It was like looking through a black ring with blue light or mist ringing the inside of it.
An arrow whizzed past her head, and she had just enough time to think -Whoa, that could hurt someone on the street on the other side!-, and then she was focused on the strange man again, because now he had gotten a hold of her upper arm, was turning her a bit, and then he was lifting her up, and...
"Noo!!" she shrieked as he lifted her higher, and then actually -threw- her. Hard. She flew up, up, and forward at the same time, then just forward, as trees flew by underneath her, and she screamed as she started to descend towards the ground.
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ABOUT
By HayleyMai on June 4th 2009, late afternoon.on topic Brief rendition of a story that will either be a short story or a novel someday...it's all still in my head! :)
I’m not really someone you should be interested in, I’m just a plain boring person. I’m not a ginger like my brother or have vibrant green eyes like Jake, or are in anyways visually interesting. I had mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes, I wouldn’t find myself very artistic or creative and I’m god awful at sports. I do enjoy singing, but that’s irrelevant. None of this makes a difference. None of the above matters, because what happened, was bound to happen, even IF I were more interesting. I might be boring, but what happened to us certainly wasn’t.
Thursday August 12th
It was a hot day, that kind of heat where it’s a dry heat, like you’re walking into an oven. I can remember it so well, it was the day where there was nothing to do. It was the day when it seemed the universe was going to explode. It was the day that triggered it all. It’s that time in the summer, where the weight of the new year approaching and you felt like the new year was your impending doom. The weight of the world on your shoulders, too worried to really have fun. Usually, that’s how this day is, but this year we had much more on our minds.
It started out normal, but the ending was only the beginning. I woke up at six, early dawn light piercing through my un blinded window. I put on my overalls and steel tow boots and went hiking. The sun was already at a high heat, burning my shoulders as I trailed up the mountain. I remember having to take off my flannel shirt and letting the straps of the overalls hang at my waist. The trees around me did little to protect me. When I reached the spot, out meeting spot, I was the only one there. I was early, like usual. I sat in the yellow brown grass and tried to get rid of some of my sweat before the others arrived. I wondered what would happen to tonight, there were rumors flying all over town that there was a metor shower tonight. I desperately wished that there’d be bon fire, those are the bet. Just then Sadie and Keegan entered the clearing. They were laughing joking, panting. They realised I was having a serene nature moment, as I often did. They stopped giggling. Sadie rubbed her biceps awkwardly, Keegan stepped meakly towards me. Sadie stayed in place , standing by the big tree .
“ last… night-“ keegan began tentatively
“just forget about it, no bid deal. You’re the bigger man, you get girl. Life works that way, I know I’m just the sidekick”
“ Can we not talk about me like I’m a prize in some competition?” Sadie said with her usual passion and a hint of frustration
“ Brae, honestly, stop being so moody and sensitive. Accept change. Sure our group isn’t the same anymore, but it’s not like I stole her from you or you liked her too. Well in that way.”
I winced, I’d always thought she was my one, the perfect one. I thought it was obvious. I sat and brushed the dead grass off of my back .
“get over it, god, grow up . . .” Sadie whispered under her breath.
“ just leave, okay ? or just leave, maybe we can’t be friends anymore. Or atleast for awhile.”
“ what the fuck man ? we’re best friends since I moved here when I was 6 , and you screw me over when I start dating one of your, and my, best friends?” keegan bites his big lips resisting from saying something else he walks over to Sadie and the two leave.
It was really in that moment when my new life began, when fate decided to take the reins. The moment when I was vunerable, alone and abandoned by my two best friends.
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a load of random nonsense about random stuff no one should bother reading
By cliche talk on June 11st 2009, terribly early in the morning.on topic Brief rendition of a story that will either be a short story or a novel someday...it's all still in my head! :)
she went she saw she struck
lightning hit she found it
she trips on her cat
she falls into the hall of lightning
zombies struck
stuck
struck
I don't have a darn clue
no clue
no clue
she thinks she doesn't like her mom
something
her house burns at the end she's saved the zombie-peoples,
stopped the terrorists
she sells kiwis she gets at lunch but gets them back later
she's a cheapskate
she saves them from total destruction
somehow
I don't know
I don't know
I REALLY don't know
it's easier when not doing a freewrite
novels should not be written this way
struck
stuck
struck
stuck
struck
stuck
stop
got some ground here
It was a normal day, as normal days go.
My mom and I had just gotten back from a trip to the mall. It’s in Coral Springs, which is about a thirty-minute drive south from where we live, in South Bay, FL. The trip to the mall is usually a longer drive than my mom’s willing to take, but we were both really bored. Well, she wasn’t really. She just couldn’t remember something she’d been planning to do all week. Shopping, she said, might help her remember. I wondered how for a second, but then dismissed the problem. I get bored very easily.
And, obviously, the trip to the mall was normal. “Katie Williams,” Mom said, “will you just pick a pair of jeans so we can go?” Mom is always like that. It’s seriously annoying. She simply doesn’t understand that only one pair of jeans is right, that there is one that I need. I just have to find it. But then, that’s how moms are.
So I said patiently, “Well, if you are really bored, I have given you permission to visit Starbucks.”
At this, she rolled her eyes, saying, “You’re thirteen, Katie. When you’re sixteen, and I know you are responsible enough, I’ll let you go off on your own. But not now.”
I took a turn to roll my eyes. “I have my cell, I’ll be fine. And besides, I have proven myself.”
“Yeah right. C’mon, pick your jeans so we can go.”
In the end, I got a pair of skinny green pants with brown flowers sewn on the back. I don’t particularly like them. Especially, as we were driving home, Mom said, “Oh yeah, those flowers reminded me that the back yard wants some gardening done.”
I groaned and complained that our “garden” could never, ever be in good condition. It didn’t work.
So, I was stuck planting bulbs of what was probably going to turn into purple daises in a pile of manure next to the high wooden fence at the back of our yard.
If you’ve ever gardened in Florida, you know what it’s like. It’s hot, and what seems like every hour, a rain cloud comes by and you get soaked. So, I sat working for a couple hours, bored and soaked to an inch away from insanity, when Mom came out.
“Hey!” she called excitedly. I didn’t bother to look up.
“What?”
“I’ve finished with the front yard. Are you almost done? Do you need some help?”
I thought for a moment, and looked out at the unconquerable army of weeds, rocks, and an array of other things I don’t want to think about. But I could conquer it, I Katie the Weed-killer. So I said, “No, I’m fine. I should be done soon.”
So mom smiled and said, “Okay, while you do that, I’m gonna finish a couple more chores. ‘Kay?”
I didn’t answer, and I watched her walk away. It was most likely that she’d find me here in a few hours, and I wasn’t going to have done anything. Reason why? That stupid thing called reverie was coming on me.
I stared up into the bright, blue sky, lost in thought. I wondered how I would look if I was an alien, up on Venus, or Mars, or Saturn. If I had magical eyesight, I’d see myself, sitting in a pile of mud and only a shade away from looking like the mud myself. Well, my hair and eyes were the brown of the mud, and my blue sweatpants and –shirt were probably that color by now. And then, my boots had been crusted over with dried mud when I put them on. So, the only thing that didn’t match was my skin. I was really pale. Of course, that was probably because I grew up in Washington State. We moved around several times, but I think my favorite house was the one in Tacoma. Sadly, more people know it more for being the most stressful city in the United States than the land of cozy cottages. Oh, and everyone there is pretty pale. So, as a consequence, I’m pale - and a little sickly-looking. I personally think that African-Americans looked better. But then, if I had grown up not much earlier, I wouldn’t have all the rights I deserved. Then I thought how my pale white color was like snow, and I would fit in if I was African-American because I’d be brown, I’d look like mud. But then, mud can be used as fertile soil, which helps things grow, while snow kills them. So, that meant –
“Katie, are you listening to me? I just asked you if you need help!” Mom was back from wherever she went.
I looked up at her, and nodded. By now, the sun was starting to go down, and it bounced off her beautiful blond curls elegantly. But then, it was probably bleached or something.
Mom sighed and came over to sit next to me. “Hey, how ‘bout you go in and take a shower? I’ll finish this up.”
I smiled gratefully and went inside.
Then, since nothing got messed up with the way that Monday always has come after Sunday since the beginning of the world, I had to get up at seven o’ clock the next day for school. I go to Lake Shore Middle School, which Mom says is one the best public middle schools in the state. I wholeheartedly disagree with her.
And all of my fellow seventh graders seem to agree with me. Well, except for Jennifer Klein. But maybe she just does that for the sake of disagreeing.
But somehow, though we are always in disagreement, Jen’s my best friend. We met on the first day of sixth grade. We had English as the first class, and I was stuck in a minute long conversation in my head, with several voices in my head debating on where to sit. I must have been staring off into space, because Jen said, “Hey, earth to you. Who are you? Who are you?”
I blinked, and then grinned. “Hi, I’m Katie Williams.”
“Awesome. I’m the indestructibly magnificent Jennifer Katrina Klein. I really hate how there are those two k’s. It sounds stupid. Oh, and call me Jen, or I swear I will ruin your life.” I assume that was a joke. But I didn’t have time to think; Jen was talking, and she has a loud voice. “Hellola, Katie. So is that your nickname? What’s your normishal name?”
“It’s just Katie. And I will never, ever, ever tell anyone what my middle name is.”
“What is it?”
“Rebecca.” We laughed.
“So, Katie, isn’t that supposed to be a nickname?” You know, I sometimes tell Jen that curiosity killed the cat, but she always responds with, “And satisfaction brought it back.”
But Jen doesn’t try to be mean, or nosy, or rude. She is just dead to the world. So, in response to her question, I said, “To tell the truth, I don’t know, nor do I especially care.” Those words didn’t bring only more foolish laughter, but a year of friendship so far, and a promise of more to come.
So, when I walked into the Math classroom, I went over and sat on the corner of Jen and Brittany ’s desk. “Hey!” Jen and Brit cried, as though they thought I had died. That’s the amazing thing about friends.
“Hey,” I said, “You’ll never guess what Mom made me do this weekend….”
When I got home, I grabbed my regular pack of peanuts and spent an hour on homework. As I finished the last math problem, Mom came in and turned on the news.
The weather report was just finishing.
''And the storm tonight is even worse than normal", said the weatherman, "We're gonna have some lightning. Now, Sherri says that storm chasers are getting excited."
He nodded to the camera, and Sherri the anchorwoman was shown with the weatherman in a split screen.
''That's right, Joe,'' said Sherri, "Everyone here is -"
But she didn't get to finish the sentence.
yeah that sucks
don't have a clue what life in florida's like
ugh
have NOT been working on that for a while
lightning hit she found it
she trips on her cat
she falls into the hall of lightning
zombies struck
stuck
struck
I don't have a darn clue
no clue
no clue
she thinks she doesn't like her mom
something
her house burns at the end she's saved the zombie-peoples,
stopped the terrorists
she sells kiwis she gets at lunch but gets them back later
she's a cheapskate
she saves them from total destruction
somehow
I don't know
I don't know
I REALLY don't know
it's easier when not doing a freewrite
novels should not be written this way
struck
stuck
struck
stuck
struck
stuck
stop
got some ground here
It was a normal day, as normal days go.
My mom and I had just gotten back from a trip to the mall. It’s in Coral Springs, which is about a thirty-minute drive south from where we live, in South Bay, FL. The trip to the mall is usually a longer drive than my mom’s willing to take, but we were both really bored. Well, she wasn’t really. She just couldn’t remember something she’d been planning to do all week. Shopping, she said, might help her remember. I wondered how for a second, but then dismissed the problem. I get bored very easily.
And, obviously, the trip to the mall was normal. “Katie Williams,” Mom said, “will you just pick a pair of jeans so we can go?” Mom is always like that. It’s seriously annoying. She simply doesn’t understand that only one pair of jeans is right, that there is one that I need. I just have to find it. But then, that’s how moms are.
So I said patiently, “Well, if you are really bored, I have given you permission to visit Starbucks.”
At this, she rolled her eyes, saying, “You’re thirteen, Katie. When you’re sixteen, and I know you are responsible enough, I’ll let you go off on your own. But not now.”
I took a turn to roll my eyes. “I have my cell, I’ll be fine. And besides, I have proven myself.”
“Yeah right. C’mon, pick your jeans so we can go.”
In the end, I got a pair of skinny green pants with brown flowers sewn on the back. I don’t particularly like them. Especially, as we were driving home, Mom said, “Oh yeah, those flowers reminded me that the back yard wants some gardening done.”
I groaned and complained that our “garden” could never, ever be in good condition. It didn’t work.
So, I was stuck planting bulbs of what was probably going to turn into purple daises in a pile of manure next to the high wooden fence at the back of our yard.
If you’ve ever gardened in Florida, you know what it’s like. It’s hot, and what seems like every hour, a rain cloud comes by and you get soaked. So, I sat working for a couple hours, bored and soaked to an inch away from insanity, when Mom came out.
“Hey!” she called excitedly. I didn’t bother to look up.
“What?”
“I’ve finished with the front yard. Are you almost done? Do you need some help?”
I thought for a moment, and looked out at the unconquerable army of weeds, rocks, and an array of other things I don’t want to think about. But I could conquer it, I Katie the Weed-killer. So I said, “No, I’m fine. I should be done soon.”
So mom smiled and said, “Okay, while you do that, I’m gonna finish a couple more chores. ‘Kay?”
I didn’t answer, and I watched her walk away. It was most likely that she’d find me here in a few hours, and I wasn’t going to have done anything. Reason why? That stupid thing called reverie was coming on me.
I stared up into the bright, blue sky, lost in thought. I wondered how I would look if I was an alien, up on Venus, or Mars, or Saturn. If I had magical eyesight, I’d see myself, sitting in a pile of mud and only a shade away from looking like the mud myself. Well, my hair and eyes were the brown of the mud, and my blue sweatpants and –shirt were probably that color by now. And then, my boots had been crusted over with dried mud when I put them on. So, the only thing that didn’t match was my skin. I was really pale. Of course, that was probably because I grew up in Washington State. We moved around several times, but I think my favorite house was the one in Tacoma. Sadly, more people know it more for being the most stressful city in the United States than the land of cozy cottages. Oh, and everyone there is pretty pale. So, as a consequence, I’m pale - and a little sickly-looking. I personally think that African-Americans looked better. But then, if I had grown up not much earlier, I wouldn’t have all the rights I deserved. Then I thought how my pale white color was like snow, and I would fit in if I was African-American because I’d be brown, I’d look like mud. But then, mud can be used as fertile soil, which helps things grow, while snow kills them. So, that meant –
“Katie, are you listening to me? I just asked you if you need help!” Mom was back from wherever she went.
I looked up at her, and nodded. By now, the sun was starting to go down, and it bounced off her beautiful blond curls elegantly. But then, it was probably bleached or something.
Mom sighed and came over to sit next to me. “Hey, how ‘bout you go in and take a shower? I’ll finish this up.”
I smiled gratefully and went inside.
Then, since nothing got messed up with the way that Monday always has come after Sunday since the beginning of the world, I had to get up at seven o’ clock the next day for school. I go to Lake Shore Middle School, which Mom says is one the best public middle schools in the state. I wholeheartedly disagree with her.
And all of my fellow seventh graders seem to agree with me. Well, except for Jennifer Klein. But maybe she just does that for the sake of disagreeing.
But somehow, though we are always in disagreement, Jen’s my best friend. We met on the first day of sixth grade. We had English as the first class, and I was stuck in a minute long conversation in my head, with several voices in my head debating on where to sit. I must have been staring off into space, because Jen said, “Hey, earth to you. Who are you? Who are you?”
I blinked, and then grinned. “Hi, I’m Katie Williams.”
“Awesome. I’m the indestructibly magnificent Jennifer Katrina Klein. I really hate how there are those two k’s. It sounds stupid. Oh, and call me Jen, or I swear I will ruin your life.” I assume that was a joke. But I didn’t have time to think; Jen was talking, and she has a loud voice. “Hellola, Katie. So is that your nickname? What’s your normishal name?”
“It’s just Katie. And I will never, ever, ever tell anyone what my middle name is.”
“What is it?”
“Rebecca.” We laughed.
“So, Katie, isn’t that supposed to be a nickname?” You know, I sometimes tell Jen that curiosity killed the cat, but she always responds with, “And satisfaction brought it back.”
But Jen doesn’t try to be mean, or nosy, or rude. She is just dead to the world. So, in response to her question, I said, “To tell the truth, I don’t know, nor do I especially care.” Those words didn’t bring only more foolish laughter, but a year of friendship so far, and a promise of more to come.
So, when I walked into the Math classroom, I went over and sat on the corner of Jen and Brittany ’s desk. “Hey!” Jen and Brit cried, as though they thought I had died. That’s the amazing thing about friends.
“Hey,” I said, “You’ll never guess what Mom made me do this weekend….”
When I got home, I grabbed my regular pack of peanuts and spent an hour on homework. As I finished the last math problem, Mom came in and turned on the news.
The weather report was just finishing.
''And the storm tonight is even worse than normal", said the weatherman, "We're gonna have some lightning. Now, Sherri says that storm chasers are getting excited."
He nodded to the camera, and Sherri the anchorwoman was shown with the weatherman in a split screen.
''That's right, Joe,'' said Sherri, "Everyone here is -"
But she didn't get to finish the sentence.
yeah that sucks
don't have a clue what life in florida's like
ugh
have NOT been working on that for a while
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idk
By cliche talk on June 25th 2009, the wee hours.on topic Brief rendition of a story that will either be a short story or a novel someday...it's all still in my head! :)
Melanie Rice’s life is not going the way she wants it to. Her parents are always fighting, her friends at school are starting to desert her, and her little sister is bending down to the influence of things Mel doesn’t even want to think about. Not to mention the fact that she doesn’t seem capable of having a normal conversation with anyone except for True, who she shouldn’t even be having conversations with.
But when Mel discovers an unmarked grave on the side of the road, she begins to realize that there is more to life than she’s ever realized. Through her new understanding, she starts to become able to forget about the past and start again. But with all her old problems chasing behind, she realizes her new world is going to involve finding out what mistakes she’s already made. Soon, Mel is plummeted into a new world she never knew existed, of hidden secrets, forgotten lives, and the ways to uncover them.
well, I actually typed that all up earlier, and it took longer than three minutes (probably)
hmm... I may actually try to write a novel based on that
or not
But when Mel discovers an unmarked grave on the side of the road, she begins to realize that there is more to life than she’s ever realized. Through her new understanding, she starts to become able to forget about the past and start again. But with all her old problems chasing behind, she realizes her new world is going to involve finding out what mistakes she’s already made. Soon, Mel is plummeted into a new world she never knew existed, of hidden secrets, forgotten lives, and the ways to uncover them.
well, I actually typed that all up earlier, and it took longer than three minutes (probably)
hmm... I may actually try to write a novel based on that
or not
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Frozen In Terror
By Bleeding Roses on July 3rd 2009, late at night.on topic Brief rendition of a story that will either be a short story or a novel someday...it's all still in my head! :)
I walked down the lonely road going nowere my eyes were full of tears due to what I just saw, the pour womans face was still frozen I terror even though death had sweeped over her body. you see me and my old friend toke a walk down behide the old chreah, as we walked up on a stone cross sticking outta the gound their layed a woman dead and had a large bloody stan on her shrit, my friend called the polise. they asked us a few qustions and let us leave. that pour womans face is now frozen into my mind. hope you liked it!!
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