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| Topic Started: Nov 22 2008, 03:03 PM (61 Views) | |
| EternalEbony | Nov 22 2008, 03:03 PM Post #1 |
I See Dead Laptops...
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I tend to write a lot of short stories as opposed to a few long ones, so I'll post them all in this thread. WARNING: The stories below are probably PG-13 for violence and generally dark themes. Unnamed Short-Story #1 He lay wilted on the plain gray sofa, looking perhaps dead but really just deep in thought. Just days ago, this had been a modern throne room, but now he saw it for what it really was: an old, dusty apartment falling into an increasing state of disrepair. Funny, how things could change that fast- life's twisted way of playing with its creations. Indeed, a lot had changed in the past few days: he never knew things could come crashing down so fast. In the past, he had been a leader, someone to be looked up to, people literally throwing themselves at his feet, begging for mercy. Now, those memories seemed almost amusing, in a cruel sort of way. Now, he was just as he had always been: a sickly, scarred, worthless boy who'd never really had a chance. Someone so desperate, he'd become oblivious to certain facts, so oblivious that he'd ended up like this. Any second now, he knew, the pained wailing of the sirens would sound outside, banshees warning of a fate worse than death. Was that what their screams sounded like? Were the last cries of the people killed because of him not all that different from the sound of the ambulances that took them away? He was a killer, the scum of the earth, the very thing he'd always taken care not to be. Another wicked and warped joke of fate, he noticed- the complete contradiction of who he'd been with what he feared most. Rather abruptly, he sat up straight and prepared to go through with an idea he'd had- not one of the spur-of-the-moment concepts that had gotten him into so much trouble before, but something he'd planned out and decided for quite a while now. Pale, wide eyes flicked over to the dirty window, then quickly turned away- some people down there deserved it, sure, but there were innocents, as well. No, he'd already found the right strategy. With the chaotic buzz of urban background noise, it wasn't a rare occasion that he'd found himself unable to sleep- so he had his pills, the little helpers that could free him from the world for a few hours. Now, they'd be helping him again. He'd been the cause of more than one death, the reason for more than one family's shattering, he knew, but there was nothing closer to redeeming himself that he could do, besides this. Before he could change his mind, though he'd had plenty of time to do that already, he grabbed the bottle and the glass of water next to it, gulping down what was left inside- not much, but enough. Then, as suddenly as he had moved, he collapsed onto the dull, torn-up couch once more and waited, going through all the horrors and sick jokes that had been his life. Hours later, the police cars pulled up at the apartment building, ready to make the arrest of the young man that had corrupted their city for so long. Heading into the quiet, dusty third-story apartment, they expected a fight. Yet all they found was a body without a note, wilted on the plain gray sofa, his mouth twisted in a final smile. Notes: This story is more or less my practice with a new writing/RPing-style. The man that the story features is my character Sorius, and the vague elements of plot mentioned are from a story I once planned to include him in (Seika helped out a lot with the plot for that) but never got around to finishing. Edited by EternalEbony, Nov 22 2008, 03:03 PM.
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| EternalEbony | Nov 22 2008, 03:46 PM Post #2 |
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Completely Random Penguin-Haikus: Penguins in the snow One gets a new idea “Imma go vegan.” Other penguins stare “That's just not right, you oddball Penguins eat fish, duh” “Well, too bad. I'm just Different. I won't hurt fish.” “Fine, you win. Bye.” Notes: This was a challenge from PG. O_o I fail at haikus, yes. Edited by EternalEbony, Nov 22 2008, 05:09 PM.
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| EternalEbony | Dec 12 2008, 11:10 PM Post #3 |
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I See Dead Laptops...
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Chaotica “Oh god, how did I get myself into this...” It was cold, absolutely freezing, and I regretted not wearing a thick jacket. Sure, it was the middle of summer, but it was night time, and the icy winds were enough to leave me shivering uncontrollably. The darkness completed the wretched atmosphere, and I couldn't help but pray to whatever god was out there that I could escape from the coming events as the winner. In a completely random motion, I put my hands into my pants pockets, and found the right one fingering a tiny orb, hardly bigger than a marble. Strange, I'd never thought it was possible to hate an inanimate object so strongly until now. It was this wretched orb's fault I was in this mess in the first place. The stupid sphere might've been about to cause my death, for all I knew. Then, struck with a mixture of excitement and what was probably just impatience, I stopped. I was here. This was where the fun would start, and where I would have a chance at becoming a true hero for the world. A while passed, and I busied myself watching the moon rise in the sky. It was getting colder, too, but I tried not to focus on that. Then, I was interrupted by a cloud passing the moon, and watched as others came to join it. In a few minutes, raindrops pelted me. A few hit my lips, and I'm sure I was imagining it, but they tasted almost salty for an instant. The moment couldn't be too far, I thought with all the confidence I had. “'Ello, sorry I'm late.” I turned my head and saw him there, black-haired and beady-eyed. He leaned against the wall of a long-emptied house, speaking as if we were friends. Yeah, right. I scowled back at him. “Don't get too excited- I'd kill you here and now, but we've got another... acquaintance to wait for, remember?” I commented quietly in hopes of a dramatic effect. He just looked offended, the lying fool. “Why all the death? This wasn't my idea, and we can still end this peacefully.” He commented, though I knew better. As if he was the type to handle things calmly. Perhaps our conversation would've continued further, but once more it was disturbed. I turned my head and saw a flash of flame as a nearby trash can erupted into flames, then burned out just as suddenly. We were all here now. He had a hideous mess of brownish hair, and he didn't even bother to exchange friendly words- no, he clutched a little red orb and tried to burn us both to bits at once, though his aim was terrible. Quickly, I grabbed the orb of my own, though it still felt foreign in my hands, and felt the static building up, making my hair and skin rise into goosebumps, then released it. I didn't bother to see if it hit or not- there was no time. The next few minutes were a blur of movement. Scorching fireballs singing the hairs off my flesh, yet I still shook from the cold, water in an entire spectrum of temperatures barraging me left and right, and the brilliant flashes of the lightning- my lightning, that left my eyes staring wide. But, as a human, I grew tired. Now, I stand here panting, and there is little I can do. One thing, of course, is to toss my precious little orb, but that is a risk I simply cannot take. They might catch it, and that is certain death. But... is there really that much else? Oh, hell, I'll die if I don't... It flies through the air, catching the light, and I'm watching, and the two others seem to have followed the example- what happens next? Now there's a flash, and so much sound, and so much bright light. I can't see them anymore, can't feel the ground beneath my own feet, but they can't be winning. I am victorious. I have conquered. White light, echoing booms, and the pain... Now just soothing black, no sound, no light, no pain anymore. Take me away... Note: It's "Orb Quest", my old story, rewritten for the billionth time. And the sudden change to present-tense is intentional, because if I wrote first-person past-tense where the narrator dies, that wouldn't make sense. So yeah. Edited by EternalEbony, Dec 12 2008, 11:11 PM.
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