| another one...read it leave one. |
[08 Apr 2005|06:19pm] |
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The doll, cryptical underneath the covers as a young man entered the room, she gasped in a shock. He stood in the doorway talking to her as she held the doll tight in her hands, hoping he wouldnt notice the knife taped to the dolls back. He saw her uneasyness in her eyes so he left, she let out her relief and pulled out the doll. The pale blue eyes seemed to be the only think that stood out in the darkness. Her smile could only take her so far, she descided that the night before, she was so willing to throw everything away. Walls just wernt strong enough for her to break into. She had finally thought there was someone meaning the words they spoke but she was wrong, as always, everything seemed to go wrong. Everyday she watched young people get there hearts broken she never thought it could happen to her until that night her newlywed came home in the light of darkness drunk and attacked her. She had never before thought about her own death, Blue Eyed Sucide.
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| Yet another story....... |
[30 Mar 2005|04:51pm] |
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It was a new night, and yet again she would be headed out her small window for another night of cryptical mischief. She tucked her pillows well underneath the bed, so just incase her parents had checked on her she wouldn't be revealed as gone. She turned off the lights and awaited until her parents turned off the T.V. and headed upstairs to bed. It was nearly 11 now, as she slowly creaked the window up and ajusted herself out and carfully closed the window again. She looked around the yard for a moment, it looked so empty and simple in the dark, nothing in sight. She went to the street and followed her silhouette down the avenue and across the empty lot into the park she rushed because her boyfriend would not aprove of her being late again, not this time, anyway. She was going to meet some of his friends, whom he bought his drugs off of. She was clean, of course, and she knew her boyfriend had done them, and she dissaproved them, and she sware to herself that she would break up with him if he haddn't stopped, but he was handsom, and she just couldn't seem to turn him down for a second. People offended asked her why... but she couldn't explain to them why she stayed with him all this time, it wasn't understandable, and she knew, as they did, that she was better than that. One time he had even hitten her, left some scars across her shoulder and down her chest, she haddn't told anyone because she knew what they would say, and she had figured it was her fault anyway. Everything seemed to be blamed on her nowwer days, but when her boyfriend was sober, and she was with him, she felt so safe, that was actually the only time she felt safe, the only time she felt alive. He was such a nice guy when he wasn't doing drugs or drinking, that's why she had wished he would stop, but he refussed to that and if she had mentioned it he would get angry with her and slap her or even beat her. Her thoughts wandered as she reached the light where he was standing and motioning for her to come over to him. He was standing with a fellow, looked older, slim and light skinned, he held a joint in his hand, bringing it up to his mouth every so many seconds to breathe it in, and then let it out. As she came closer, she could see his eyes were a reddish color and bloodshot, his hands trembling and his mussels trying to hold them still. He offered her a joint, but she said no thanks, and huged her boyfriend, smelling the weed that was on his shirt as she let go. She lifted her head high and told him that she didnt smoke, he looked at her in shock, and then at the young man holding onto her, back and forth, and he started to back off. Her boyfriend laughed and explained how she wasn't a cop, and it was fine, he wanted him to meet her, so he came back in relief, and stuck out his hand, she grasped onto it and wispered "it's nice to meet you" and he ignored her, didn't say anything more to her that night, and as she was about to leave her boyfriend stopped her, to bring her home. She trailed along the road with him a little bit and then it hit her, litterally, hit hand across her face, it was the loudest thing in the night, and was heard. She backed away as he yelled at her about how he almost lost a friend because of her, he was still talking to the wall as she escaped into the night and approached her house and got into her bed. The next morning when she awoke there was a surprising line across her face, must of been from where he hit her, it stung real bad, but she creeped herself into the bathroom and put makeup over it so that no one would be able to tell, or so she thought. Her mother was in the room next to her, she had a confused look on her face as the young girl came into the room. She spoke not looking up, " you mussent sneak out like that young lady, and to see, what you got out of your joyus run, but a scar running all across your face! If you want to cover it up you must do a better job then that let me show you..." and she lead her into the bathroom as the young girl told her mom the whole story, weeping silently and her mother trying to fix her makeup. Out of no where, the doolbell rang, it was her boyfriend, she went to answer it but stopped herself, opened the inside door and listened to what he had to say, "I'm sorry about last night" he spoke, "I.. I didn't know what I was doing and I'm sorry".. she began to close the door, her heart skipping beats as she told him they were through, she loved him, but she couldn't go through with all of this.. she closed the door the rest of the way as he stood there, staring with his bloodshot eyes and shaky body about to cry.
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| Story Number 3! |
[22 Mar 2005|05:59pm] |
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-->> this one is a little stupid, but idk...Lemme know what you think!
The dark shadow was learking beneath the bed, but somehow she managed to creep from under there before she was caught by the dust bunnies. She was four then, when she first saw them, underneath her bed, that is, but now she was 12, eight years older than she was then. But, somehow the memory had still haunted her, with her sillouettes following her everywhere she went. Most children whould have followed there own shadow, but not her, for she was scared everytime she saw hers, and would jump to try to get away from it, have nightmares about it trying to creek up on her, and that's why she slept on her back at night, with her back facing the matress so she could feel the warm breathe of nothingness when it aproached her. But this one night in particular, she had forgotten all her fears for she had lost her teddy! He wasn't anywhere! Well, anywhere except for under the bed where she haddn't checked, but if Mr.Teddy wasn't scared of under there, then she shouldn't be eigther! Or was he in trouble with the giant Dust Bunnies? She slept with him everynight, it wouldn't be right if she had stopped, so she got a flash light, and slowly creeped under the bed, looking blindly, then with one eye, then she opened the other, because you cant find anything with no eyes. Not with dust bunnies involved anyway. She moved the mouse trap and the old molded cheese from out of the way, and there he was! Mr.Teddy was saving her from the dust bunny King! He was HUGE! And Mr.Teddy was right next to him. She grasped for her Teddy as something touched her arm and with an instance she pulled back, but she had to get her teddy before her mom came to tuck her in, so she tried again, this time with no hesatation and pulled the bear out of the darkness. She had overcame her fear and the old bear had helped her.
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| my story number 2! lol |
[18 Mar 2005|07:35pm] |
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It was one of those, ordianry, stary nights. Yet there was nothing ordinary about it. There were no cars in sight and all he could see for miles was the breate letting from her soft lips. He had drempt that one day he would be here, among anything, with his young friend, alone in the night. He had wished it would happen for years and this was finally his chance to tell her how he had felt about her. But there was something in her voice tonight, that didn't seem quite so right, it was a soft, sweet, scarish tone as if she was about to scream everytime he made a lite fist around her fingers. Holding her tight as if he would never let go. And her... Silently screaming for his help. In a shock of moment there was a crimson tear running off her cheek and onto his shirt. Just as he had thought there was something wrong. Something wasn't right. As he comforted her he had asked what was wrong, but she couldnt manage to tell the horrid story, for she would know his reaction. By now she was crying out for attention, but something made him stay. The stars left now, and there was only darkness. He knew it was probably past her and his curfue but he still stayed there, nothing was worth her tears and as far as he knew he would already be in trouble anyway for being out so late on a school night. At last he knew what was bothering her. Her boyfriend, as he knew, was a jerk, and he broke her gentle heart the night before their one year. She had told her friend over and over again that she had strong feelings for him, she wasnt sure what she would do now. Suddenly he was on the verge of tears, but he of course held them back being the man he thought he was. He held her tighter to help him fight off his own temtation. It was getting colder and colder into the night, and he could feel her shivering up against him. He took off his jacket for her own warmth. She looked up, with weaping eyes, and kisses him lightly. In so much shock he had screamed out "I LOVE YOU!" and held his breathe realizing what he just did. She clenched onto him more tightly and wispered, "...i love you..2" there was a long and awkard slience, who knew what was to become of them next? It was close to morning now. She had fallen asleep into his arms, but for him, he had watched her the whole night, just thinking about her last words of the night. She woke up softly, wispering "how long have you been up" for he was still shy, so he said, "oh about for ten minutes" not admitting to his nightless sleep. And they had to be headed for home. But there was something that just kept holding them back. Though they had climbed into the car and drove off into the city.
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| YAY FOR ME! |
[16 Mar 2005|07:33pm] |
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It was the night of the prom. She got into her dress, and it was then she realized her love for her best friend. She got a light shiver along her back, knowing that she would not be dancing with him tonight. She began to cry, but she stopped herself, for she knew she would be leaving soon with the fake smile she put on everywhere she went. A young man showed up at her door, as she opened it she would imagine the young man she desired, but as she knew, it wouldn't be him at all. She frowned for an instiant and yet still managed to bring herself back before her date had noticed. The moonlite lit up the entire lot as she stepped out of the car. She walked into the large room where she spotted him. He was over talking to some friends, her first instink was to run over to him and tell him how she felt, but of course she didn't. She waited a long time and he haddent even came over to say "hello", which made he have great pain, but she would not let that ruin the night. She danced with her date a while and then she finally got a minute to herself as she spotted him again. This was her chance, she went up to him tapping him on the shoulder. He turned and hugged her for the first time. He told her there was something he needed to tell her and he has a low pitch in his voice. He said that he would be leaving soon. A tear feel from her eye and he held her. She wispered "I love you" but he didnt hear her over the loud music. He said hes not sure if it would be perminit or not yet, but he was hoping it wouldn't be, she was repeating herself over and over again "I love you, I love you.." until finally the music stopped. She let go of him, for it was time to leave the dance and go home. That night she went home alone. The young handsom fellow had screamed out her name but of course there was no one to hear it. That was the night that she had longed for. She told him, of course and now he should know, for she had told him one more time before they had left so that he could hear her. As she laid in bed with her covers half over her she wept, holding her knife an inch away she thought about all the times she had. She knew all of that was gone now, or so she thought. At that very second her love was at the door, knocking waiting for her to answer. Her parents had let him in and told him to go up to her room. He opened up the door just as she was slicing her wrist. He screamed and ran to her and held her gently while she laid there dying in his arms. He kissed her and wispered "I love you don't leave me now.." as she drifted off softly until she finally was out of breathe. As her young love fell to pieces. As she throw her life away...
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| Hey Everyone |
[25 Feb 2005|08:53pm] |
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ok.. heres the thing. i made this new one cause everyone is going into my old one and umm using stuff against me... and we dont want that do we? lol so im makin that one friends only and this one will be for everyone!
..feel free to comment and whatknot.. but leave ure name please so i know who you are............
X3 Rach
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