It looks like we've got some catching up to do
The beginnings of another story.
No date but in 2006-2007 range.
Had plans for this one that I now forget. Note reads on top"
New kid - lives on out skirts of sub-development
The outskirts have a somewhat creepy feel. Sterile = no feeling
Mind, this 'new kid' never makes his appearance. Shame.
I sighed, frustrated. Chris was angry at me and once again I didn't know why. He said we were on another break & I wondered how long it would last.
I walked into the house, cautiously looking around to see if Mom was in there. Unfortunately she was and it was too late to try to make a break for it; she had spotted me. "Welcome home, darling! How was school? I see that it snowed," Mother said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah. So we probably won't have school tomorrow."
She continued as if I hadn't said anything. "I'm surprised that you didn't freeze to death." She eyed my clothes in distaste. "That sweater is so loose on you, it would be easy enough for the cold air to circulate. You know, scuba divers wear those skin-tight outfits so they can stay warm." I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen. She followed. "I don't think you should have a snack. You eat too much. You're going to gain weight," Mother accused.
"Mother, I'm going to be fine. I'll take Johnny on a walk to burn off the calories, okay?" Of course, the dog needed to be walked whether or not calories were in need of burning, but it would get her off my case.
"Good idea, sweetie. Here are some carrot sticks." She shoved a bowl of baby carrots into m face. I took the bowl and went upstairs. Mother called out after me, "The Williamsons are having a dinner party tonight! I said we'd go."
I growled and slammed shut the door to my room. Who did she think she was?! Accepting invitations for me, insulting my clothes, saying I ate too much! She's your mother, a voice in my head said. Not much of one, I mentally snapped back. I dropped my backpack by my bed and grabbed the leash off of my desk, still grumbling, and went searching for my dog. I found Ol' John on the bed of the guest room. As soon as he saw me & the leash, he slowly walked downstairs by my said and waited for the leash to be put on. And then we were off. "I'm sorry, Johnny. This cold can't be good for you," I told him as we walked down the snowy cement sidewalk. The old wolfhound that I had rescued from the pound simply looked at me mournfully for a second before turning back to face forward. "But you have to go on walks and I have to get away from Mother. I know she tries to mean well, even if it doesn't seem that way most of the time." I sighed. "And Kyle's family is having another dinner party and she told them we'd go. Another night of looking nice and missing homework." I kicked at a pile of snow in front of me. "I don't think Mother understands me at all. It feels like she's trying to mold me into someone I'm not. I understand that she means well," I repeated, getting lost in my thoughts. "She doesn't want me to end up like her, she wants me to be better than her so no one will leave me like Father left her. She doesn't get that I don't want to end up like that either and I'm just going about it a different way. I saw how much it messed Mother up. It messed me up too." I gave a bitter laugh before muttering, "There's no way I'm going to let that happen again in my life." I fell into silence for a while before I absentmindedly ran into Ol' Johnny who had stopped. "Okay, boy?" I asked, patting him on the back.
"I'm fine, thanks. How are you?" asked a voice in front of me. "You look cold."
My head jerked up in surprise at the voice. So that was why John had stopped. "I'm not," I told him. If John would move then I could walk around him and continue on. "And I wasn't talking to you." I wished that a squirrel would make an appearance. My dog would be off after in in a millisecond.
"Mom said that you were coming to dinner tonight," the guy, Kyle Williamson, idiotic jerk extraodinaire, informed me.
I rolled my eyes. "I know. Mother accepted the invitation. I just barely found out. She's learned not to ask me for permission because I wouldn't voluntarily go. But it would be rude to not show up now that you're expecting me." I scowled. Good manners. Who needed them.
The next thing I have for you is a short story. I'm not sure what class I wrote this in but it was probably Latin. I tend to write most things in that class.
In the header it has a poem scribbled, which has nothing to do with the actual story. It reads:
Jingle bells ring out
Into the winter silence.
A sound of Christmas.
Pretty nice haiku, if I do say so myself. I think I came up with it on my own. Now for the story!
12/13/06
In History we talked about old Southern culture. The Last Age of Chivalry they called it before the Civil War. The plantation owners were like kings of their own land and their daughters were like princesses. They had many balls in their grand houses. At least, that's what I got out of it. I had stayed up late trying to write an English paper so I was sort of out of it.
I imagined an old Southern ball: the ladies dressed up in those big poofy dresses that were in style, the men in suits of a sort. Look at that red-haired couple dancing. The girl's eyes shine, the colour bringing out the blue in her dress. The guy smiles, red lips grinning. They look utterly in love.
Not a month later the girl walks into his house on a social call and spots him kissing another girl. She runs out, tears streaming out of her eyes, which she hurriedly wipes away once she gets close to her carriage. She orders the driver to leave immediately and they flew back over the countryside to her home.
He never understands why she would never speak to him or dance with him again. He ends up marrying the other girl and having a fine family, while she ends up all alone, with nothing to show for it.
I imagined the dress that she would wear when she went to his funeral. She did, after all, still care for him. He died in the Civil War but his oldest son brought his body hoe. She would wear a big black dress, but plain. She'd stand in the very back of the funeral, not wanting to be seen. His crying wife at the front wouldn't appreciate her presence very much. She hoped to go unnoticed but the son spotted her and, casually leaving his mother, made his way over to her. they stood in silence for a while before he whispered something to her: his father's last words as he had laid dying on the battlefield. Then the son made his way back up to his mother's side.
Tears would fall down her face as she said her last goodbyes. His last words were that he still loved her. Her last words mirrored his.
The bell rang and jolted me out of my imagination. I gathered my things and exited the classroom, leaving the story behind.
An ambiguous ending! Dun dun dun! I liked it mostly. Could use some work.
The next thing I have is another short story, completely random and done while extremely hyper.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Amiadora. The people in her village thought she was a goddess b/c she had special powers. These powers included turning her sister Gisselle into a pepper-shaker. But she didn't do that much. Instead she spent her time sorting through the offerings her worshippers had left for her. One day she came upon a bottle while sorting the gifts. It looked like a bottle of soda so she opened it. The bottle fizzed. Out of the fizz came a blue being. "I am the all-powerful genie Spazz," he boomed. "Spazz?" Amiadora, Ami for short, said. "What kind of name is that?" "Well, what kind of name is Amiadora," the genie shot back. "A darn good one," Ami replied, "unlike Spazz." "You wish, mere mortal." The genie turned her into a newt. "Now that you're not annoying, would you like three wishes?" the genie asked, smirking. The newt Ami was unable to speak and scuttled into the shadows so she wouldn't dry out. The genie shrugged and left. He had a party ot get to. And Gisselle was never turned into a pepper-shaker again.
The End.
No date but in 2006-2007 range.
Had plans for this one that I now forget. Note reads on top"
New kid - lives on out skirts of sub-development
The outskirts have a somewhat creepy feel. Sterile = no feeling
Mind, this 'new kid' never makes his appearance. Shame.
I sighed, frustrated. Chris was angry at me and once again I didn't know why. He said we were on another break & I wondered how long it would last.
I walked into the house, cautiously looking around to see if Mom was in there. Unfortunately she was and it was too late to try to make a break for it; she had spotted me. "Welcome home, darling! How was school? I see that it snowed," Mother said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah. So we probably won't have school tomorrow."
She continued as if I hadn't said anything. "I'm surprised that you didn't freeze to death." She eyed my clothes in distaste. "That sweater is so loose on you, it would be easy enough for the cold air to circulate. You know, scuba divers wear those skin-tight outfits so they can stay warm." I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen. She followed. "I don't think you should have a snack. You eat too much. You're going to gain weight," Mother accused.
"Mother, I'm going to be fine. I'll take Johnny on a walk to burn off the calories, okay?" Of course, the dog needed to be walked whether or not calories were in need of burning, but it would get her off my case.
"Good idea, sweetie. Here are some carrot sticks." She shoved a bowl of baby carrots into m face. I took the bowl and went upstairs. Mother called out after me, "The Williamsons are having a dinner party tonight! I said we'd go."
I growled and slammed shut the door to my room. Who did she think she was?! Accepting invitations for me, insulting my clothes, saying I ate too much! She's your mother, a voice in my head said. Not much of one, I mentally snapped back. I dropped my backpack by my bed and grabbed the leash off of my desk, still grumbling, and went searching for my dog. I found Ol' John on the bed of the guest room. As soon as he saw me & the leash, he slowly walked downstairs by my said and waited for the leash to be put on. And then we were off. "I'm sorry, Johnny. This cold can't be good for you," I told him as we walked down the snowy cement sidewalk. The old wolfhound that I had rescued from the pound simply looked at me mournfully for a second before turning back to face forward. "But you have to go on walks and I have to get away from Mother. I know she tries to mean well, even if it doesn't seem that way most of the time." I sighed. "And Kyle's family is having another dinner party and she told them we'd go. Another night of looking nice and missing homework." I kicked at a pile of snow in front of me. "I don't think Mother understands me at all. It feels like she's trying to mold me into someone I'm not. I understand that she means well," I repeated, getting lost in my thoughts. "She doesn't want me to end up like her, she wants me to be better than her so no one will leave me like Father left her. She doesn't get that I don't want to end up like that either and I'm just going about it a different way. I saw how much it messed Mother up. It messed me up too." I gave a bitter laugh before muttering, "There's no way I'm going to let that happen again in my life." I fell into silence for a while before I absentmindedly ran into Ol' Johnny who had stopped. "Okay, boy?" I asked, patting him on the back.
"I'm fine, thanks. How are you?" asked a voice in front of me. "You look cold."
My head jerked up in surprise at the voice. So that was why John had stopped. "I'm not," I told him. If John would move then I could walk around him and continue on. "And I wasn't talking to you." I wished that a squirrel would make an appearance. My dog would be off after in in a millisecond.
"Mom said that you were coming to dinner tonight," the guy, Kyle Williamson, idiotic jerk extraodinaire, informed me.
I rolled my eyes. "I know. Mother accepted the invitation. I just barely found out. She's learned not to ask me for permission because I wouldn't voluntarily go. But it would be rude to not show up now that you're expecting me." I scowled. Good manners. Who needed them.
The next thing I have for you is a short story. I'm not sure what class I wrote this in but it was probably Latin. I tend to write most things in that class.
In the header it has a poem scribbled, which has nothing to do with the actual story. It reads:
Jingle bells ring out
Into the winter silence.
A sound of Christmas.
Pretty nice haiku, if I do say so myself. I think I came up with it on my own. Now for the story!
12/13/06
In History we talked about old Southern culture. The Last Age of Chivalry they called it before the Civil War. The plantation owners were like kings of their own land and their daughters were like princesses. They had many balls in their grand houses. At least, that's what I got out of it. I had stayed up late trying to write an English paper so I was sort of out of it.
I imagined an old Southern ball: the ladies dressed up in those big poofy dresses that were in style, the men in suits of a sort. Look at that red-haired couple dancing. The girl's eyes shine, the colour bringing out the blue in her dress. The guy smiles, red lips grinning. They look utterly in love.
Not a month later the girl walks into his house on a social call and spots him kissing another girl. She runs out, tears streaming out of her eyes, which she hurriedly wipes away once she gets close to her carriage. She orders the driver to leave immediately and they flew back over the countryside to her home.
He never understands why she would never speak to him or dance with him again. He ends up marrying the other girl and having a fine family, while she ends up all alone, with nothing to show for it.
I imagined the dress that she would wear when she went to his funeral. She did, after all, still care for him. He died in the Civil War but his oldest son brought his body hoe. She would wear a big black dress, but plain. She'd stand in the very back of the funeral, not wanting to be seen. His crying wife at the front wouldn't appreciate her presence very much. She hoped to go unnoticed but the son spotted her and, casually leaving his mother, made his way over to her. they stood in silence for a while before he whispered something to her: his father's last words as he had laid dying on the battlefield. Then the son made his way back up to his mother's side.
Tears would fall down her face as she said her last goodbyes. His last words were that he still loved her. Her last words mirrored his.
The bell rang and jolted me out of my imagination. I gathered my things and exited the classroom, leaving the story behind.
An ambiguous ending! Dun dun dun! I liked it mostly. Could use some work.
The next thing I have is another short story, completely random and done while extremely hyper.
Once upon a time there was a girl named Amiadora. The people in her village thought she was a goddess b/c she had special powers. These powers included turning her sister Gisselle into a pepper-shaker. But she didn't do that much. Instead she spent her time sorting through the offerings her worshippers had left for her. One day she came upon a bottle while sorting the gifts. It looked like a bottle of soda so she opened it. The bottle fizzed. Out of the fizz came a blue being. "I am the all-powerful genie Spazz," he boomed. "Spazz?" Amiadora, Ami for short, said. "What kind of name is that?" "Well, what kind of name is Amiadora," the genie shot back. "A darn good one," Ami replied, "unlike Spazz." "You wish, mere mortal." The genie turned her into a newt. "Now that you're not annoying, would you like three wishes?" the genie asked, smirking. The newt Ami was unable to speak and scuttled into the shadows so she wouldn't dry out. The genie shrugged and left. He had a party ot get to. And Gisselle was never turned into a pepper-shaker again.
The End.