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Post by sapphiresmoke on Jul 18, 2008 15:52:58 GMT -5
Yes, you can enter another. As many as you want, really.
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Post by Axle on Jul 24, 2008 18:39:37 GMT -5
Terribly sorry, that's how I end up failing English. Never too short, always too long. I had a short story once, it somehow ballooned into a hundred page epic in three days. I'll finish it over on the short story page just in case anyone wants to read the rest.
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Post by kikiberra on Aug 11, 2008 11:56:08 GMT -5
"The Secret" by 1763379
Lets face it. Eliza was popular. She was pretty, tall with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes adorned with thick curly lashes. She was athletic, being the schools best softball player and track star. She was popular. She was never alone. She always had someone at her to make a smile crack on her face at the hardest of times.
But Felicia was the exact opposite. The quiet girl. Always had a notebook to write down anything important. She was a short girl, standing 5'1, with curly black hair that rippled down to her shoulders. Her wide eyes were green that darted around curiously all the time. She was as great student and wrote for the school newspaper. Felicia had one problem: she was enemies with Eliza.
Flashback: It was a day in third grade. They two were friends. They were having a picnic. And Felicia let a big secret out. She saw the tears in her friends eyes and her face turned bright red as she turned away.
Eliza muttered softly, "Leukemia. Why you..." and shook in fear. " I...please don't tell! Please! This will be our secret." Felicia pleaded. " Alright." Eliza promised. But she didn't keep it.
The next day, Eliza and her friend Georgine watched as Felicia gave a note to Miss Firdle, there teacher at the time.
"I wonder what its about. Maybe its a request for a field trip!" Georgine said. "I know what it's about." Eliza said, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulders, "Its about how Felicia has leukemia and how she'll be absent a lot. She told me yesterday and then we talked on the phone all about it." "Really?" "Yup, but you can't tell anybody!" "Okay...."
At recess that day, as Felicia was playing on the monkey bars when a group of kids, some not even from her class, told them how bad they felt for her. "What??? Who told you guys??" Everyone looked at Georgine. Felicia glared at at her. "Eliza told me. I'm sorry!" and with that Georgine burst into tears.
Felicia was livid. She couldn't hold it in. She found Eliza playing jump rope. Felicia taped her her shoulder. Eliza turned to Felicia with a big smile pasted on her face. Quiet Felicia was gone.
"You told my secret! You told my secret! I can't trust you any more! I hate you!" and with that Felicia ran off sobbing.
Everyones heads were turned towards Eliza. She lowered her head. She was ashamed. How could she have let it slip? And thats the end.
Now in seventh grade the two never spoke. Eliza couldn't believe that she had ditched her so she decided to make Felicia as miserable as she felt. She made snide remarks as she walked my. She tripped her and pushed down her books in the hallway.
Felicia was sick and tired of it all. She finally had enough. But unlike third grade she stayed calm.
"Eliza....this needs to stop. Why are doing this to me?" "Well, you said you hated me!" "I know. I was mad. You let my big secret slip. People were always asking me if I was okay if I sneezed! You had know right telling anybody that! I thought I could trust you! But when I found out you told I felt confused. Hurt." Eliza looked up and saw Felicia's eye red from trying not to cry. "But in fourth grade nobody really cared anymore. I had no friends . Only people who were afraid off me. And, well, enemies. In the summer before 5th grade...I almost died. But the chemo finally started to work. When I came back to school when I was bald people mad fun of me. I wanted someone who could console me other than adults. I wanted to talk to you. Only you. But I didn't think you ever wanted to speak to me again." "Really? You almost died?" Felicia nodded. "Look, I'm really sorry. I should have never told. " "I should have never have blown up." "Bye." Felicia said, smiling. The two entered the cafeteria and went there own separate ways. Eliza saw Felicia sitting alone. She looked back at her table full of people.
"Hey Felicia, mind if I sit here?" edging toward the table Felicia was sitting at. "Sure!" Felicia answered with a pleasant expression. "We have a lot of catching up to do my friend." "Friend." Felicia sighed with happiness. The two shared a glance and burst into giggles. Friends again.
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Post by Endovia on Aug 11, 2008 13:40:29 GMT -5
Beautiful story, kikiberra. I really enjoyed reading it. Good luck with the contest!
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Post by Axle on Aug 12, 2008 16:26:31 GMT -5
I love your story! So sweet.
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Post by Endovia on Aug 16, 2008 6:50:30 GMT -5
"The Race" Entry by player #2377573
The riders walk their horses in a never-ending circle, waiting for the call to mount and begin.
"Riders up!" a man yells, and the horses stop sensing the tension of their riders as they swing onto their backs with ease.
Suddenly, the once continuous circle is a center of horse and rider, moving about doing this and that, ready for what is to follow. They form a line and head out to the starting gates. Much neighing and rearing occurs as the horses find their places.
Then an intense silence falls on the whole stadium of people as the riders continue to calm their horses. The bell rings. The gates open, and the horses tumble out. A blur of legs and bodies move by. Though the horses are carrying very light weight, their barrels move quickly with the need for air.
One of the horses on the railing speeds up towards the front. The careless rider hooks the stirrup on the rail, and the horse starts to fall. The poor horse is soon greeted with dirt and hooves. As the horse lies on the ground, watching the other horses speed up towards the finish line, he gives one last kick and heart-aching neigh, knowing this will be his last race of all.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Aug 16, 2008 12:44:13 GMT -5
Very sad, but very well written. I like it.
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Post by Endovia on Aug 16, 2008 17:23:33 GMT -5
Thanks.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Sept 8, 2008 18:09:37 GMT -5
Player 1599301 Remember Me He looked at her, pure love shining from his soft brown eyes. “Stay with me. Live out your life with me. I love you,” he told her, his heart beating harder with each word. She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at him sadly. “You know I cannot. I am of the Evermore Elves. You are human-kind. You would die before my first lifetime is over, and I would forget you long before my own end.” “Why? Would you not remember love? Do you not love me?” he asked, voice full of pain. “I love you,” she said fiercely, “more than the twilight loves the dawn. And for the same reasons that they are on opposite sides of the day, we cannot be together. We are too different.” “But if twilight and dawn had a chance to be together, don’t you think they’d take it?” he argued. “We can make it work!” “I will live countless lifetimes, until the end of time, and each time my life dawns anew, I will forget the past life. By the time I die, your name, your voice, your face, your scent… They will be meaningless to me,” she said softly. “Is that not all the more reason to enjoy the time we have?” he asked gently. Her bright green eyes looked deep into his. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “I am young compared to my kind, and the elders of my people would disapprove of me for living with a human. They already disapprove of me for leaving the Lasting Forest. But… I cannot deny my heart when you plead with me so. I will stay with you,” she said quietly, voice solemn but eyes joyful. A smile broke across his face, and he took her into his arms. They were married a month later. - They had many happy years together. There were no children – Evermore Elves have few children, often only one in their long lives. Their time came to an end. He caught a deadly illness and was taken to the Halls of Light before his time. As he lay in bed, near death, too weak even to sip the water she brought him, he spoke. “When you reach the end of time… Remember me.” - She returned to the Lasting Forest in mourning. There was little else for her to live for. She thought of him each day as she tended the forest alone, going about her days apart from the others. They could not understand. None of them had ever loved a human. Her first lifetime passed, her memories fading into a light haze, recalled only in dreams she did not remember in the morning. Then they were gone altogether. As she rejoined the other Evermore Elves in their daily lives, the mention or thought of humans no longer cast a bolt of sharp pain through her heart. She no longer wished to leave the forest – and she never did again. Finally, the day came when she would go to sleep and never awaken. As she stood in the center of a stone courtyard, surrounded by a circle of Evermore Elves, she was prepared to enter the Halls of Light. It was her time, at last, to enter paradise. She closed her eyes as a soft breeze touched her face. A soft voice drifted across the courtyard like a dream. “When you reach the end of time… Remember me.” Her eyes snapped open, and she saw him. His face, his brown eyes radiating love for her. His gentle smile. His scent, that of warm hay and a hint of peppermint. She reached out a hand in wonder to touch his cheek. It was warm against her cold fingers. His smile grew, and he put his hand over hers to hold it gently. She closed her eyes again and breathed a contented sigh. The surrounding elves saw only her, standing with a hand outstretched. They watched as her body turned slowly to a light mist, which was carried away by the breeze.
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Post by Endovia on Sept 10, 2008 6:57:03 GMT -5
I love that story. It is so sweet.
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Post by ~Beauty~ on Sept 10, 2008 16:15:02 GMT -5
wow, really nice.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Sept 10, 2008 21:59:53 GMT -5
Thanks. The idea just kind of appeared before school one morning, so I wrote it during study hall. Lol.
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Post by irisharoma on Nov 8, 2008 11:13:49 GMT -5
"The Poor, Lost, Blind"
I stalked one way, then the next. The crowd was moving at a fast pace, roaming to be in better conditions. But what was this? I knealt down to sniff out a random plant. Eagerly, I took in the sweet aroma of a flower on the wonderful morning ground.
Some would say this was purely going home, but no one ever know the trouble with putting it that way. The thing is, you never know when the worst possible thing could be waiting for you back there. But such little a elephant like me wouldn't even begin to think about that. Following my family, I trotted alongside his mother.
Traveling back home after some of the worst dust storm hit the Kalamari isn't the most exciting thing in the world. The ruins, the dust, the destruction. It was depressing to see everything they'd once had to be so ruined. I wasn't even sure why we were going back. It hadn't rained at all on our journey, and I feared there wouldn't be anything to drink back at home.
As I gazed around, the front of the herd let out a warning that we'd come to our destination. Everyone hurried to see the barren wasteland that was left of our home. But instead, we got a much more pleasant view than expected.
Beautiful, flowing, running water crossed their lands now in a shallow stream, but enough to be used by us. The rest of the land was pretty much gone - but at the sight of water, everyone perked up. We ran right to the water, or rather, went as fast as we could. I tagged along to my mother. For it was a magnificent sight, the most wonderful thing you'd see in your life.
Following my mother closely into the water, I felt the cold, refreshing liquid on my back. I knealt down farther, wanting so much to roll in it, for I've found I had the strong urge to do it. I've never seen anyone else do it, so I was a bit nervous to be the first one to do so. I backed up from the water, waiting to hear splashes of other elephants rolling in the water.
And then, there was time for all the little ones to play. It was like being an outsider. I stood on the edge of the water, trying to block out the sounds of the other baby elephants playing in the stream. Oh, how I longed to be in the river. There was something so desirable about it. But I knew I had to be careful. It was something that my mother always made sure of.
As time neared for dinner, we all got their dosage of water. My mother guided me over to the very few plants that were left in our area. There were some remains of trees, so we went over to the tree bark. Mmm...treebark. How I love the last of it.
Dinner was nearly done when my mother noticed the sun had started to go down. She suggested that everyone get their kids and settle somewhere for the night. I knew that there was little to no chance that everyone would get settled right away. But I came. I was different.
As I cuddled with my mom to celebrate the end of the day, I could hear some strange noises. Too bad. I would just have to see what was going on in the morning. I my mother's firm grasp, I feel quietly asleep.
For what fun is it to live a life when you see not, all because of something nature has done to do? Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong to deserve the thing I've gotten today.
-Note- It's okay if you don't really understand the story right now. What it's about is a baby elephant blinded by a dust storm in the Kalamari desert. As he's going back home with his mother, he has to adapt to being blind. He can't play anymore and his mother has to guide him all the time. That's why he's so different.
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Post by Endovia on Nov 8, 2008 12:41:47 GMT -5
That's sad, but good.
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Post by sapphiresmoke on Nov 8, 2008 21:05:26 GMT -5
I figured it out... Poor baby. I really like the story!
The contest ended some time ago, though...
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