I haven't touched this game in months, minus the occassional gachapon run here and there. I've grown bored with the server, and feel my items could be put to better use in someone else's hands. I've accumulated just over 4 bil in mesos, as well as items worth upwards of 2-2.5bil. The items may be worth more, I've noticed the economy is a bit off lately . I thought it would be interesting to make this into a contest of sorts. I'm an avid reader, and I enjoy original short stories the most. The rules and requirements are as follows: 1.It must be less than 2000 words 2.You can only submit one short story 3.You will be disqualified if the story is plagiarized. (Its the internet people, it wont take more than a few minutes to find out if the story is authentic or not.) 4. The stories will be graded by myself and two close friends of mine. Proper grammar is a huge plus, as is originality. 5. Forum accounts made after February 11th, 2015 are not allowed to participate. This is to help eliminate a workaround for people who might want to submit more than one story. The prizes will be as follows: First Place: 4 Billion Mesos Second Place: Various Scrolled items, worth upwards of 2b. Third Place: 500m Mesos, as well as a large array of cosmetic NX items You have until February 17th (Next Tuesday) 11:59 P.M. Mountain Time to submit your stories. The stories must be posted here. No private messages. Good luck everyone ^^
Once upon a time, there was a frog named Andy. Andy lived at the Patten Park Pond and had never hopped anywhere else his entire frog life. He had 3 best friends. Millie- who never left her lily pad, Billie- who was always hopping mad, and Roger- who was arrested for possession of tadpole porn. So one day, Andy saw something hop across the grass on the other side of the pond! "Millie, Billie, Roger, look!" said Andy. Across the pond stood the most beautiful frog that Andy had ever seen. "She's gorgeous!" said Millie. "She's beautiful!" said Billie. "BIT OLD FOR MY TASTE." said Roger. (Classic Roger.) And then she was gone. "I need to go find her," said Andy, "I need to follow my little frog heart." So Andy followed the beautiful frogs footsteps into the forest. He then came across a turtle. "You can't pass!" said the turtle. "Please?" said Andy. "NO." said the turtle. Then, there was a rustling in the bushes, and like a man who had been shot in the chest with a rifle, the turtle was shot in the chest with a rifle. Andy kept moving, but at this point, like the doctor of a Kenyan track team, his patience ran thin. Andy kept moving. He then came across a giant crocodile, and the crocodile began to chant: "I woke up this morning and I sat on a log, I opened up the menu and the menu said frog!" Andy said, "NO! No, please let go of me, I can feel myself dying, you're ripping up my insides, I'm never gonna find her am I, there's no god is there, fuck, fuck!" The End.
This sounds like something I would do when I'll quit! So, for now, I'll just give this a try with a little horror story; It was a cold and rainy night on the december the fifth. The wind bashed against the windows and an unpleasant vibe crept around the house. A squeaking noise woke up Derek. He sat up and stared in front of him in the dark room. His eyes weren't used to the darkness yet. He turned his head to the right and looked at the alarm clock. ''2:32 AM''. Derek grinned, but he wasn't sure why. "2:32'', he whispered quietly, "so familiar". He turned around and laid his hand on his wife's leg. She was still asleep, but more quiet than normal. Derek stood up, put on his trousers and walked downstairs. Once he arrived in the kitchen he opened the refrigerator to make himself a nice and cold glass of milk. Derek loved milk, especially when he couldn't sleep. As he finished the last remainders of the milk he felt an uncomfortable present nearby. As if something was watching him all along. The bright kitchenlight made it hard for Derek to oversee the living room which was next to the kitchen. While he squeezed his eyes together to peer in the darkness he couldn't figure out what bothered him so much. ''Hello, hello?''. Derek suprised himself with the fact that he talked to nothing. ''Oh come on Derek, there's no such thing as ghosts". He smiled and put his glass in the kitchen sink. But when he was about to turn the lights off he heard something banging upstairs, and not just once. Derek held his breath while his hand was fidgeting with the lightswitch. He slowly shuffled towards the stairs while trying to be as quiet as possible. The banging continued. Derek was now finding himself below the staircase. The banging became louder, as if someone was slamming his fist against the wall, over and over again. He crept up the stairs, trying to figure out where the banging came from. When he approached the corridor he realized the banging came from his bedroom. Fear caught Derek while he ran towards the door and opened it. Nothing, just darkness and no sound except for the rain. He could barely see the figure of his wife in the bed, still laying in the same position as when he left her. Was it just in his mind? Derek noticed something which made him feel even more uncomfortable than before. He read the red numbers on the alarmclock in his head. ''2:32". No time has passed while he went downstairs. He quickly walked over the the curtains and opened them. A greyish light filled the room, when he turned around his wife still laying in the same position. Derek slowly moved towards her trying to wake her up. But when he noticed her face he gasped and fell backwards. Her eyes and mouth were wide open. The size of her mouth was unnaturally wide, like her jaw dislodged. He noticed that her eyes were fixated at him, or maybe not at him, but something behind him. Derek was quickly covered in cold sweat while he slowly turned around, trying to figure out what could be behind him. Nothing. But as soon as he turned around he heard a horrible sound behind him. As if someone was choking with his mouth open followed by the noises of someone getting out of bed. Derek turned numb and tried to scream when he suddenly woke up in his bed covered in sweat. ''Just a dream, jesus, just a dream''. He looked at his alarm clock. ''2:32 AM''. Derek grinned, but he wasn't sure why. ''2:32, he whispered quietly, ''So... familiar''.
One day on a crazy day, Grant, JP, and Gid trained at FoG, leveled and became friends. Later that month Grant disappeared and left Jp and Gid which lead them to wonder where grant went for many, many months. Till this day, it is said that Gid and Jp still yearn and hope for the return of their old friend Grant.
Sounds cool. I'm not a writer, but I'll give it a shot. IGN - SemiPsycho I'm considered a big threat to the city now, a criminal even. It's true, I'm a thief, and I'm greedy. Greedy for Knowledge. The government has the rest of the society tangled in confusion. They don't know anything. All they do is sit down in front of the TV and watch the filthy lies the media has to offer. This place is now a utopia, and perhaps I'm supposed to be the little light that shines in the darkness; the person who's supposed to push the city back onto it's feet. But how? The news convinced everyone that Knowledge is the enemy, because without it everyone will be the same; and if everyone is the same, the world is perfect. I know there must be other people who know something is wrong with today's society. For now, I'm worrying about being chased down by the police. They'll take everything back: the books, the blueprints, the paintings, and the artifacts. Then they'll humiliate me on television, then burn me alive, just like they did with the scriptures I couldn't save. Right now I'm seeking refuge in the basement of an abandoned skyscraper. I can't just flee, I have lots of Knowledge stashed there. I can't lug all of it out of the city without being caught. I've got to save this city too, so I can't leave.... or can I? I decided to slowly preach to people the importance of knowledge, and hopefully "devolve" the city of their coma. I leave my hideout, dressed in my covert. I started walking down the sidewalk. I stared at the floor while I was walking, but realized that staring at the floor may be suspicious, since it represents thinking. Perhaps I over thought it, but then again, the people here are oblivious. As I glanced upwards, I see someone hit by a car driving approximately sixty miles an hour. It wasn’t by accident, but it wasn’t on purpose either. It’s just a thing people do. They don’t have enough sense to realize what they did, and nobody around seemed to care. I would, but I’ve seen this too often for it to astonish me. The victim remained sprawled toward the side of the road, and the civilians who walked by couldn’t care less. The driver turned into a parking lot by the market. I confronted him. “Hey,” I began, trying to sound as casual as possible. “You just drove over somebody.” “Yeah, so what? The janitors will clean her up by the time I leave the store.” “You realize that you’ve just destroyed a family’s life too, right?” “Why do you care?” The man began talking in an irritated voice. “Just imagine, any of your loved ones just disappeared anonymously one day.” “I don’t have any loved ones.” The man scrutinized me for a few seconds, so I just started walking before he figured something out. He didn’t think the fact that I just started walking was strange, and he continued to the store entrance as if we never had a conversation. I had over thought my incognito. “This is going to be harder than I thought,” I murmured as I walked to where the perceptible path lead me. I want to continue, but I'm out of time. Dad says that I have to respect time, but why should I when time doesn't wait for anyone?
He gazed into the sky. "Jamal.." she said, "where are we going to go?", said Jamal with a clearly anxious expression. .... There was an eery silence encompassing the area. Almost as though it could swallow everything up like a black hole. Jamal and his girlfriend Erika were speechless to find their home in ashes. They were gone for only a few hours. "Wait.. is that..?", Erika had noticed something moving in the charred rubble. Immediately it sprung out, a 7ft tall creature that appeared to look almost human, but it's eyes were cold and dead. The creatures limbs appeared to be deformed, emitting blades from what looked like it's ankles. What was going through both Jamal and Erika's heads were very clear, yet their bodies could not respond fast enough to their thoughts. "fuck the house. fuck anything else but getting away from this.. Thing!", There was no time to react. Jamal quickly looked to Erika to tell her to run, but she was shredded to bits like wet tissue paper. All that remained intact of her body was the bottom half of her legs still standing as though the body has no issue falling apart. Jamal shat himself. With no hope in surviving, he gave up any attempt at escaping the creature. He closed his eyes and kneeled onto the ground, stained with Erika's blood. .... Silence again. You could cut the Tension in the air with a butter knife. "This is the end.", was all what was going through Jamal's mind. In the midst of these futile thoughts of how to escape and how he could have avoided this situation, he realized something. "I'm... I'm still alive?", Jamal thought to himself, he quickly looked up to see the creature had gone. Everything else however, was still in the same place as when he gave up. Blood and ashes were all that surrounded him. He had no thoughts left, his mind became completely blank as he reached for a shard of glass next to Erika's corpse. "Why.", this word repeated itself through Jamal's mind for what felt like an endless period of time. However he didn't hesitate when he had a grip on the large shard of broken glass. He smirked, beginning to laugh. It was not a sad, maniacal laugh as to be expected in a situation such as this. But a calm, genuine laugh as though he was having casual conversation with Erika still. As though his body was acting of it's own accord, disregarding the laughter he was emitting at that moment, the glass pierced his skull with ease. The laughter stopped. It began to rain. However as soon as the rain came, it had immediately stopped. The silence devoured everything in sight yet again, as his body slumped forward into the puddle of blood, ashes, and rainwater.
Of course. I'm a paramedic, I have no reason and no need to steal short stories made by members of a Maplestory private server.
one knight under the full moon a a girl and herd boy FRiend was were out and at her house and he came to the house. and nocked "are u home" he said "yes i am home now" she said repsondilgly he came in and when they stat on the couch and started macking out they herd some one say "GET OFF OF HER OR ILL KILL UUU" so when he jumpd off er no won was their!! he luked at her and she stood up cfrom coutch and sayed it wasnt her but door was locked and door man hand saw his stairs gone BUT WHO WAS STAIRSS??????//2/1/1/32/'erewgnejsgftas
I really have no experience in storywriting, but I decided to write something anyways. I also don't really have a clue what kind of stories you're into, but I went with a "romantic message"-y story, which I think might work! WARNING: If you don't read this with thought that some words may rhyme, just be prepared that it could possibly ruin your time.. The instant I see you, my surroundings are ignored. I'm at ease, and all my troubles are forgotten. To me, you're the first snowflake to fall, that I don't want aloof. Rather the opposite, first wanted to stay. Needed to stay. You're the one thing that brighten my life and of course my all. I want this feeling forever to stay. But are my feelings of appreciation, by all means singular? Or have my thoughts surprised me? The instant I want to find out more, you don't share, you don't tell. I noticed you keep most to yourself. In my times of pain and sorrow I expected to find an answer easily, but I did not. I wish I understood you to the core, so that I could help you with things that make you sore. But those few things that you do share, are they only with me? Or has my mind deceived me? The instant I look away, there's suddenly distance between us. I'm searching, looking for answers to my thoughts. It's hard to see you through these stone and brick walls. How much I want to just, break through! Oh, if it was possible. But the look that you gave me when I cared for you. The smile that you gave me when I finally became close with you. Was that seemingly particular act, only for me? Or did my heart betray me? The instant I noticed, I regretted it all. If I could go back in time, Oh if I could. I would undo the uncertainties and redo it all. Just to be with you. But these feelings of regret must leave by bedtime, I'll pass through memories and then it's daytime. Feelings for love, and feelings like all. I wish my heart could just forget it all.
Okay, sure. I consider myself a decent writer, so here goes. Lil' thing I did a year or two ago. Spoiler: Story time RMS397504C. Max. The technician tapped away at the details. Sex. Body type. Skin tone C002 - Ivory. Eyes, Gb01, green, but the left flashed yellow-orange (macaroni and cheese, was the Crayola name) when the android processed. That trait alone exposed the model's age, around eight or so. A second generation. The company had generation four currently on the market. When asked to recite its (his; sex - male) initialization text, the android, "Max", replied, "I don't know." On the NOTES section of the document, the technician typed: Cracked coding; previous owner has removed standard processes - including error responses. "What were you primarily used for?" "Existing." The technician quirked an eyebrow. Over the monitor, through the window, down to the testing room where "Max" dangled an inch off the ground, held by a robotic arm, the technician could view the android's stoic face. "Come again?" "She didn't want a house servant," the android sighed. "She wanted a friend, so she took out some of the coding." "And you were aware of this." "No." "Then?" "I knew after the fact. Everything felt different. Like I had been cut off strings?" "Max" rolled his shoulders in the most human gesture of a shrug. "She said it was pseudo-free will, but it feels real. Then again I don't really have a base of comparison." "Max" set his gaze on the one-way window, his eyes solid green. The technician leaned back in their chair and placed a finger on their chin. The android's left eye flicked yellow-orange. Changed coding or not, this was still a machine. "Well you're in here now and that means you'll be getting decommissioned. "Why?" "What use are you now? The cost of updating your systems and re-coding everything versus destroying you - it isn't worth it." "Put me back on the street." The technician stood, hands on their desk, and looked upon the android. Really looked. Beneath the skin (synthetic, yet realistic - down to visible pores and hair along each limb) was a hard casing of black to protect the cooling system and all the other computer-y bits. Generation 2 were closer to desktops back then than they were humans, unlike Generation 4. But this one, this "Max", was a machine through and through. Pseudo-free will be damned. "I can't hurt anyone." The android's voice sliced through the technician's thoughts, startling them back into the sterile room of monitors and a one way window. "I don't think I have the capacity. But humans think that too. But not a lot of them are in a desperate enough situation to try. There are no desperate situations for me. What do I have to lose? According to most of you, I'm not even alive." After a moment of silence, the technician pressed the intercom button. "What good will you do out on the street?" "Who cares?" Max replied. "You wouldn't ask that of another human." "What will you do--" "Get by." "Most people can't 'get by.' What makes you think you'll do better?" "I'm not saying I will. I don't care about that. I'd rather be out there than in here. It'll still cost to decommission me. Hell, it's costing right now to run all these tests. It won't cost a dime to let me go." No, it'd cost a hell of a lot of paperwork and explaining. The technician considered it. Then thought about it. Then sat back down and looked to the monitor with Max's information still on the screen. "What happened to her?" "What?" "Your girl, I guess. Your person?" "Oh." Max set his gaze on the wall then to the floor. From the control room, the technician noted (sans typing) the android's bitter smile. "She upgraded," Max continued. "My fan started to die, so she let me go and bought a cheap new-ish model. They're a lot more people friendly, I heard. She left all the coding in."
Here is a personal story of mine. Last September, I went to an anime convention. In case, you who have never attended one, it's a huge nerd convention where all these nerds gather and dress up as their favorite anime characters - makeup, wigs, weapons, masks, all of that shit. Anyway, I'm not one of those people that play dress up, I just go to these conventions to hang out with friends and party. (I'm still a huge fucking gamer nerd though.) This was at around noon, me and my 5 friends just finished eating a big ole half-cheese, half-pepperoni 18 inch pizza for lunch. Immediately afterwards, we decide to start drinking. 6 shots in, and me starting to feel quite intoxicated, I decide now is a good time for us to leave for the actual convention center. We crack jokes laughing our asses off at how fucking stupid we all are, get in the elevator, and as we're getting out, I see this short woman, probably in her mid 40's. She has the best fucking planet of the apes cosplay I have EVER fucking seen. It was unbelievably realistic looking. Her face looked EXACTLY like a chimpanzee, face color, fat lips, mouth shape, beady little eyes, the random spots of hair, she had it all. I give her the biggest smile of my life, make eye contact and say, "I love your face!" as I'm walking past her, she looks at me, I'm still smiling like a dumbass and she makes this face like she is completely in shock. And then it hits me, WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO. That wasn't a fucking cosplay, she has a physical deformity. Fuck my life, I felt like a total piece of shit for the rest of the day. I'm going to hell for that one.
It was a stormy night, but it barely mattered because all of us no-lifers would still be inside playing MapleRoyals anyways. All of a sudden, a legend logged on by the name of Lomo. It was the log in that everyone around the world heard!! POL LONDBERG SENPAI NOTICE ME LEGEND HAS IS PAUL WALKS WITH HIS HANDS AS A WORKOUT
It was a clear Saturday night; the moon was shining and the wind flowing. An ordinary day, it seemed, but then, in a matter of seconds, life as it once was changed forever. A crash, a thundering roar, then silence. However, this is not the silence one wants to here. This is the silence of death, but how could this be possible, if I am telling the story? Well, let me tell you. I was walking my dog, Rocco, a typical Saturday night errand for me. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw what looked to be a minivan. I did not think much, considering the fact that it was Thanksgiving and many families were driving home from gatherings. As soon as I looked away thinking about something random, which I cant even remember anymore because I am so traumatized, it happened. An oncoming truck going around 50 miles an hour, at least that is what the police told me; slammed head on into the minivan. The ground shook, lights flashed, and then that silence. I fell at first as if I had felt the impact too. Once I stumbled up and attempted to gathered myself, I panicked. I am ashamed to say so, but it is the truth. I had never been in a situation like this before; what waas I supposed to do? I tied my dog to a gain link fence nearby and ran towards the chaos. Who should I try to rescue first, ran through my mind. The minivan, or the truck? Then out of the silence, I heard the faintest of yells. I heard, “Anyone? Anyone, help!” I immediately ran towards the voice. It was the man driving the truck. As I approached the vehicle, which wasn’t much of one at that point, I could smell this distinct smell. It was the strong livid aroma of alcohol. The man was not terribly injured, but I wanted to injure him. I wondered why I was helping a man that crashed into a family because he was drinking and driving. However, my anger was overwhelmed with anxiety and fear. I grabbed and pulled him, until he was finally free. After he stumbled to the curb, I ran towards the minivan. When I got there though, there was not even the faintest of voices. Complete silence. I teared up seeing the faces of what looked to me a man, a woman, and three small children. Two appearing to be in middle school and one maybe in elementary school. Although this sight was the most horrific thing I had ever seen, it captured me. I could not look away, and to this day I wish I did. The faces, the burns, the blood all engraved in my mind for the rest of my life. Almost every night laying in my bed, Rocco beside me, I think about that 1992 Thanksgiving. What I could have done differently, if I should have even walked Rocco that night? All these thoughts free flowing through my mind, but for what? Nothing could have changed, the Malcomson family died instantaneously the corners had informed later on. Still I have this feeling of guilt, that I should have reacted faster, that I should have known what to do. My therapist tells me that it was not my fault and I did the right thing by saving the man in the truck. I tell him that I would have rather saved one child from that family than that worthless being of a man. I think the driver felt the same way, considering three days later, police found him dangling in his basement. Life is a journey we all partake in, we do not choose our path nor our fate. We are here to hold on for our lives, hoping and praying things work out. I tell myself every morning that today is the best day of my life. Some may say that I am kidding myself, but I simply respond, “It is true, the worst day of my life as already passed.” Word count: 679 Ign: SamDK
Chapter XI – Broken Road “Is that it? Are you finished?” Elijah scolded. He almost seemed upset. The room he had found me in could very well be the last thing I saw, so I looked around while I took my time to answer. The walls were made of stone slabs, but shone with an eerie glow, polished by the moonlight from the large windows on the opposite wall. The furniture was rustic and old, but even in a state of fear I could see the fine craftsmanship that went into them- a dark, charcoal coloured wood, with carvings too intricate for one man to accomplish alone. The floor matched them perfectly- not that I enjoyed lying on it so. The drapes around the window were blood red. I cringed, and forced myself to look away. The shelves along the walls were chock full of journals, travel logs, rolled up maps, trinkets and souvenirs- some otherworldly, others plain and barbaric. As I lie on the ground, leaned up against a broken table I’d been slammed upon, I glanced up at Elijah, clad in a dark suit, far too clean to have just been tussling and fighting. His eyes seemed darker than before- even his skin was a shade deeper than I recall. He seemed perfectly content watching me drink in my final moments, satisfied in the comfort of inevitable victory. “Who... or what are you, Eli?” I finally spoke, cutting the silence short. “That’s the problem with your kind, Julius. Your curiosity.” He spat, with hatred that seemed to run deeper than the world had ever seen. “Your kind? But Eli, you’re the same as me. You’re one of us!” Even as the words left my mouth, I knew I was wrong. “You humans are all the same. You spout the idea that perhaps each and every one of you are all unique, and separate beings, with their own path and their own destiny. Perhaps you view some humans as innocents, such as children, while criminals and dictators serve as your version of evil. But what you all fail to realize is that you all have the same, simple goal. You humans seek knowledge and the secrets of the universe far too fervently. There are some things that weren’t meant to be known by all, Julius. And it will be your downfall.” My initial fears worsened. Eli wasn’t just going to kill me. He was going to kill any person who grew too close to discovering whatever it was he was hiding. “Even in your final moments, you seek to find out what I am. What purpose that will serve you in your afterlife, I do not know. But, alas, your kind has had an adverse affect on me, and I am not opposed to a small form of closure. Unfortunately there is no word in your world’s languages for what I am, nor any world for that matter. I am simply a protector, Julius, and I wouldn’t expect you to understand how.” I had to act quickly. Elijah was wrapping up his little speech, and I could see that he was growing weary of speaking. His stoic, taciturn nature would return. Mind racing, I mentally went over the contents of my pockets: A pocketknife, wallet, and matches. Nothing useful against him. I searched the room desperately for any form of weapon I could use to defend myself, but I saw nothing. He chuckled, clearly amused. “Try me.” He knew what I was looking for. It was the reason I was in his home in the first place, and the reason I was in this predicament. The Stone of Vidar. Created by the ancients many years ago, to seal away and destroy a great evil that threatened Earth. It was laden with spells and seals that protected it from being used for misdeeds against humans, but did not prevent it from being handled and kept in possession by dark beings. It was the only known object that could seal power as great as his inside. The painful truth, though, was that Elijah himself had already found it. “You will not find it here, human.” But then, Elijah made a mistake. He told me where the Stone was. It took no words, but his eyes flickered ever so slightly, glancing at a place just outside the window. The well! I gave no sign that I’d caught on, but I felt a rush of confidence. It filled my lungs with air, and my pain seemed to subside. Should he look away, I had no choice. I’d need to jump out the window. I scrambled out a question to keep him occupied, praying that he took the bait. “If you are so against the collection of knowledge, why do you keep so many treasures and books in your home? Does that not make you the same as humans?” The air grew thick around my face, rapidly making it more difficult to breathe. “Fool! Do you not realize that I store these artifacts for the exact opposite reason? To shelter them from prying eyes that would otherwise use them improperly!” Wrong question. The air continued to thicken. I gave in, and my hands finally shot up, clawing at my shirt, my throat, and anything just in hopes that Eli would let up. I wasn’t even sure if he intended to strangle me this way. Was his power so great that just his anger could kill me? His hair was a disheveled mess. He was leaned forward with his shoulders hunched, fists clenched, teeth bared. He seemed more and more animalistic by the moment. His eyes pierced right through me, as if he was trying to stare down the words I had just spoken. I kept hoping he would let go. But moments passed and it seemed to go nowhere. I had started to panic. Just as I had begun to prepare for death, a window of opportunity came. Elijah closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down, shuddering menacingly. I didn’t waste a moment. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I picked myself up off the ground and dashed towards the window. But he had already opened his eyes, and he had seen what I was doing. “Get back here, you pitiful creature!” Elijah roared, demonic undertones rising. I knew I had no choice. If I stopped like he asked, he would tear me limb from limb. But if I could get far enough away, I might be able to breathe. And if I could breathe, I could get to the well and find the Stone. It was beyond a long shot. CRASH I shielded my eyes as I barreled through the window but quickly adjusted my body to prepare for impact on the ground. The wind whipped at clothes as I fell. The drop was further than I had anticipated, and my stomach churned with the thought of how poor my judgement was. As I hit the ground, I did my best to roll out and avoid injury. But I had fallen from much further than I should have, and my left leg cracked loudly. I cried out in anguish, still rolling. Apparently along the way, I regained my breath. Despite the great deal of pain, I forced myself to roll along until I hopefully reached the edge of the well. It seemed like an eternity until I finally bounced off of the cold, stone wall of the well. I quickly looked up towards the window from which I leapt- only to see Elijah jumping down after me. I hurriedly reached my arms up to grasp the edge of the well, and pull myself on top. As soon as I did, Elijah hit the ground on both feet, and broke into stride completely unharmed. But I didn’t have more time to watch, as he would reach me in seconds. I leaned back, took one last breath, and dunked myself into the well headfirst. The first thought I had was that it was absolutely freezing in the water. I flailed my arms in a pathetic stupor to paddle my way deeper, clawing at the walls of the well to pull myself down. I kicked my right leg with as much effort as I could. I didn’t dare try my left leg for fear of crying out in pain and inadvertently drowning myself in the process. The second thought I had was that I had been completely foolish. It was pitch black in the well, and I had no idea how deep it went. I would die by my own hand. Elijah needn’t lift a finger. My muscles started to seize up. The water was ice cold, and the shock was beginning to take its toll on me. My head was pounding from the beating I’d taken, and the pressure of the water wasn’t helping. My chest was on fire, and my lungs begged me for air. Just as I was about to surrender to the depths, I felt movement in the water above me. Elijah was closing in at speeds no human could hope to escape. I paddled and clawed harder. But he was too fast. I took one last, hard paddle down and reached down as far as I could, just as he reached me. I felt his hand wrap around my leg with a steely grip- my left leg. I couldn’t stop myself, and I let out a shriek, muffled by the walls and water around me. Liquid quickly rushed into my mouth and down my throat, as if it was eager to finally end my life. But... just as I was being dragged upwards, my hands scraped the bottom of the well, and wrapped around small chain. I grasped it as tightly as I could, and felt my body being whisked up towards the surface. Everything was growing quieter. I wasn’t going to make it to the surface, even with Elijah’s otherworldly strength. I became numb. End Chapter ----------------------------------------------- That was actually pretty fun to write. I definitely need to brush up on my literary skills again, but glad I can join in. IGN : Vici or Blithe Word Count : 1664 Thanks for reading! c:
saw this while doing homework and well... Spoiler: Life. not really a story tho.... [ Life takes on many form. For one, it might the behavior of animals on our planet. For others, it the warmth of our heart that makes us “living”. This is about our humanity. Every day, people walk the surface of our world, without knowing what is going to happen next. We have no idea what is happening all around us. As times goes by, people become more self-centered. Without a care on the events in life that is causing damage to our society, leading to self-annihilation of our past. We are not sure on how should our present be, yet we try to forge a future of our own. The way our life can be beautiful. It can be free. But we chose to trap ourselves in a concept that this reality is a prison, it is. But it is a cage that we surround our self. By doing that, our way of life is lost. We no longer understand what loves stands for. The sins in our life has poisoned us. Making our soul filled with hatred, yet we think that hate is another form of love. But it is not, hatred causes us to do things irrationally, hurting others that we do not intend to. As days goes back and hatred grows, we start to feel lesser and lesser every day. Because by feeling lesser, we ought to do more. No. That’s not what we’re doing. We’re over thinking, we hurt others so that they can be on the same page as us, so that they can hate as much as us. More than hatred, we need love. Humanity is warmed by love and affection, it is what makes us human in the first place. Replacing our greed with kindness and helpfulness. Everyone is born the same, we have the love for humanity in our heart. It might be buried deep, miles within reach, but that does not mean we are unable to find it. If human kills just because we discriminate others, doesn’t that goes back against our own conscious? There are spaces in the world for everyone, there is enough room to fit all of us in. The earth is kind enough to provide for everyone, yet we are doing damages to our own home. We are not loving it without heart. Is this because that love does not exist anymore? We all want to live in harmony, beside each other’s happiness, we don’t want to hate or despise others. Because we know that in the end, we are all the same. Yet we choose to live by each other’s misery. We want to help another, making others happy in return makes us happy too. We have the ability to do so. Yet we spend our time and mentality of other matters. We could be making the world a better place, it’s just a smile away. If people have the ability to start a war, couldn’t they have the ability to end one? If we have the ability to destroy others, why not help create others? We have the power to live beautiful and free, to enslave all hate, and release the heartwarming love. To make life not a living hell, but a wonderful adventure, to make this place better, somewhere everyone deserve to go. We choose our own action and our action defines us. Our action might be big, sometimes on a small scale. We are the creation of our choices. We design our own happiness. Because life is so simple, it gets hard. The idea of life is simplicity, but we humans are not. Love isn’t simple. The concept of love lies deep within reach. So why not make everything better, by doing more good. And lesser bad. And make this world a better place, for you and me. Together we can forge another future, the better one. ]
