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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:21 pm

Too lazy to write long,proper stories?

Or maybe Need a test on ur writing skills?

Maybe want some pros' comments?

Here's the place Just For That!

Write ur short stories here, like single chaptered ones or short ones u wanna made long, and put it here for comments by the public.

Also, this saves alot of new threads regarding stories and its easier to look at this way like, watch 1 thread and have all ur short stories in the same place ^^
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 9:35 am

REVIVE
sheesh fan fiction is dead, this isn't a bad idea I'll put one in.

I made this for a year 10 short story competition just for the school. Four from every class got judged by IB students but mine didn't get through :S
Here it is though:

Beautiful- By Burnside

Loose threads from his ragged clothes danced in the whistling wind. Sweat trickled down his heavily tanned skin and soaked his black wavy hair. He was tall and skinny, scars and blisters dressed his bare feet. Curiously, a piece of rotten cardboard masked his face, it had just two nail-pierced holes that revealed a pair of bright emerald eyes. He pulled a dirty chicken drumstick from his pocket and his stomach purred as he inhaled the brilliant aroma. His eyes scanned the area for several minutes until he was satisfied no one was watching.

I was cloaked by darkness rendering me practically invisible. No matter how sharp those emerald eyes were I would remain unseen. The cold from the brick wall I rested on caused me to shiver as it penetrated my thin clothing. My eyes shifted left and right fixed intently on his head, yet I dared not move a muscle in case it would emit the faintest of sounds. The man with the mask, I almost shook at the thought, supposedly so ugly no one had seen his face in twenty years. Curiosity was taking over; two quick thuds rang in my ears, the expansion and contraction of my heart. I watched in wide-eyed anticipation as his hand gradually rose to his face. The two quick thuds sounded again, this time louder, faster and more urgent. It seemed as if a hundred heart beats had passed when his hand finally reached its destination, now those beats were so frantic I feared he would hear. This was not my downfall however. Instead the appetising smell of food reached my nose, causing my stomach to release a longing moan and the hand at the end of my twig of an arm to comfort it. His masked face whipped around and his emerald eyes narrowed as they stared, unfocused, into the bed of darkness around me. “Who’s there?” his deep voice boomed. Who’s there? The brick wall that lay behind me made the echo. He tapped his bare feet almost noiselessly on the ground and his narrowed, anxious eyes tried futilely to find me. “What do you want?” he asked. What do you want? Asked the echo. He paused, I supposed it was giving me another opportunity to come out. “I know you’re there, why don’t you just show yourself?” he called still waiting for a reply. Why don’t you just show yourself? Asked the echo. He fell silent again, his eyes still stared unfocused into the darkness yet something about them felt different.

It was that something, that pitiful look in his eyes, which caused me to stand. Without the wall it would have been a struggle but with its sturdy support I managed the task. Slowly I released my grip on the wall and placed the heavy burden on my thin, weak legs. They trembled and struggled against the wind as I limped into visible light. It was as if I’d broken an important trance, he blinked twice and looked at me in bewilderment. His eyes turned to sympathy, or maybe empathy, as he regained composure and examined me. I knew how I looked, I was the skeleton of a young boy wrapped in skin. “What do you want?” he repeated in a rather timid tone. My stomach made an extraordinarily audible groan as if in reply. Stupidity was the only word that could describe asking for food here, it was his meal for the day after all. It didn’t bother me, in these parts days without food wasn’t uncommon. “You want this,” he claimed waving the drumstick, he contemplated and then threw it at me.

I was tired and my arm was frail but the sheer surprise alone was sufficient in preventing me from catching it. My body shot down at the scent and almost immediately I was scrambling on the floor with the drumstick in my hand. “Th…” my dry throat made it a struggle to produce the words, “Thank… Y…You” I managed in a noticeably husky voice.

………

He was a ghost now, he was white and much more bone then flesh. Pain attacked him at every step and he struggled to breathe. After giving me his small morsel of food, he crumbled to the ground. I shook my head and handed it back, I felt worse than a parasite. The sorrow I felt from the last few weeks was incredible, I had leeched his strength away. He was now a heap of half dead bones, I on the other hand could almost pinch flesh from my arm. Weakly he slapped the food away, “n… no” he managed before taking a deep breathe. He made a desperate movement with his arm and bumped his chest “I… I have found who is here” he gulped for air after each syllable. “This is…” he tried to produce another sound but it wouldn’t come out of his throat. He spread saliva around his mouth and took several deep breathes before continuing, “… what I want.”

I smiled and looked deep into those bright emerald eyes. “Show me your face,” I demanded relatively casually. Those eyes began to spin around desperately, thinking. He opened his mouth as if to mutter an excuse but nothing came out. “Show me your face,” I repeated. He gave me a pitiful look, that pitiful look, and then ever so slowly his hand began to rise. Two familiar thuds rang in my ears as his mask was came off. The rotten cardboard almost crumbled under the pressure but the only thing that mattered was what was underneath.
I could see the life flowing out of him as I looked; he was turning so very pale. He had a crooked teapot nose and too bushy eyebrows. The elephant ears that lay beside his head were distorted, one was slightly larger then the other and there were defects all along the edges. His lips were swelled up so much that I was tempted to shy away and his rotten, black teeth jutted out at every angle imaginable. Deep wrinkles disguised numerous scars and moles; yet many more dressed his face. He was so close to dieing now, too many weeks without food and too little water. I could see just by looking at those emerald eyes. The usually comforting radiance of them was slowly dieing away. He deserved a gift, I could not give him anything luxurious to present to God in heaven yet I gave him something better. “You’re beautiful,” I said and he smiled his ugly, last smile…

I wasn’t lying though… he was.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 9:49 am

this is a really good story. You cease to amaze me Burnside.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:15 am

Hehe thanks, i might contribute to dota school rumble, keep posting in all the topics and see if we can revive fan fic :P
It'll probably be a while till I contribute, got school camp next week and have a lot of work to do at the moment :S
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:17 am

Ugly child

Prologue:

Once upon a time
there was an ugly child

Epilogue:

he is so ugly
that everybody died


-=End=-
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:24 am

Gee if everyone's dead then only the ugly child could possibly write the story. Which means bloodlust must be the ugly child :P
So how does it feel to be so ugly bloodlust?
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:32 am

I'm not the ugly child, i'm way too far from being ugly (o_O)










got that story from a spongebob episode :p
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 3:55 pm

Eww....sponge Bob
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 5:29 pm

Lol... I never thought this would come back ^^ I'd find time to write one. Got some inspirations for poems ^^
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 5:46 pm

Awesome thread, i love reading this kinda stuff when im bored. Not much of a writer myself though : )
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:46 pm

The Light of the Moon
The Raging Fires of My Soul
The Never Ending Pain

sorry couldnt think of a story so i tried a poem, that didnt work so i settled for a haiku.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:48 pm

nice
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 12:58 pm



WOOOWOOOO ENGLISH POLICE!!!!

Lol "You cease to amaze me Burnside." Cease means to stop. What you meant to say was "You never cease to amaze me Burnside."

Any way great job Burnside, two thumbs up!
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:13 pm

what what what? poems do be allowed? heres one thiefed directly from my own personal facebook note!
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Cold

I met a girl I used to know,
She's got a cold blue stare.
She wasn't always that way, she used to be warm.
Full of fiery passion.
I drove up to her, told her I thought she was special.
Her look was venom. "Honey, girls like me are a dime a dozen.
But I'll be special if you want."
She got in the car, I already knew her.
Started talking about my past, and how old I was.
She heard my name, remembered me and smiled.
It warmed her face, but her heart's still full of ice.
"You know my story, how about I hear yours?"
It turns out she had a bad life.
Her dad treated her like shit, beat her and her momma too.
She ran away, lives in the heart of a heartless city.
Tells me she shares an apartment with business partners, co-workers.
She said "Sometimes I sleep on the bathroom floor,
Just so I'm not the only thing that feels like shit."
The freezing tiles offer a cold comfort,
Comfort to a girl who earns cold cash,
For cold love.
On cold nights.
It buys her food and rent.
Enough to keep her cold heart beating.
"It's not much of a life,
I don't have a fireplace to keep me warm.
But if I can feel the cold,
At least I can feel."
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