A Story!
GASP I POST!
I'm thinking about writing one of them serials. What do you think? I'm trying to decide between a Greek Gods go to my High School or a weird Medieval Fantasy spirit power *waves hands vaguely* thing. I might post the characters I've thought of for either after the story. Maybe. If I feel like it.
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[Based off a true story]
It was lunch break.
I was walking down the hallway toward my next class. I passed a couple of guys in the hallway that I knew vaguely and sincerely wished I didn’t.
“Hey, you,” said one. I was pointedly not looking at them, but I knew he was talking to me. I hesitated, but kept walking.
“Yeah, you, the gay dude.”
Now I was sure they were talking to me, because the entire school thought the same things about me (except a few close friends and my girlfriend, who knew better, obviously. Okay, I lied about the girlfriend part, but you get the point). And of course, that gave me even more reason to keep walking and completely ignore them.
I was too intent on my thoughts to notice their not-very-loud footsteps until one was right behind me. I tried to turn around, but he grabbed my arms in a vice-like grip and kept me from moving. The other one clamped his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. Not that I would have - I was too confused and disoriented, then.
They half pushed, half pulled me backward, and something reminded me that the locker rooms were on this hall. And should be locked. Of course, that would have been too convenient, and they were actually standing open. And empty. And foul smelling. Ergh.
And even then, the normal locker room wasn’t good enough for whatever they were trying to do, and they pushed me further in, around some corners, and to the athletics locker room, or whatever they called it. As far as I could tell, it was just a slightly less smelly part.
But it really didn’t make any sense. They didn’t look like the type to drag someone off the main hallway for no reason. They both looked like the jeering, joking, make fun of everything possible types. But that didn’t fit, because they always wanted an audience…
Then the one with his hand on my mouth took it off, for some reason. He was the taller of the two, if memory served, and had a slim build, though from his arms he obviously worked out, played a sport, or both. I looked around me, and saw that we were in a narrow alley between lockers. Lovely, no escape routes.
Both were standing way too close for comfort, and I could smell spicy, greasy potato wedges on his breath. Waaay too close.
“What are you doing?” I asked in the most irked voice I could manage. I squeaked a bit. I’ve never been good at handling fear…
“We just want to help you,” said the voice in my ear.
In case you were wondering, I disagreed. I just didn’t have time to say so before the tall one stepped forward. I jerked backwards, but there was nowhere to go. I tried again to struggle, but it was like trying to break the grip of a warm, football-player-shaped, Axe-reeking statue. And now I was squished between the two of them. They were laughing in that obnoxious, jeering manner that most teenaged guys managed to use when they were around other teenage guys.
“I think he’s enjoying this,” said one.
“Oh, definitely,” said the other, and their banter continued in that vein.
Naturally disgusted beyond measure, I tried to protest. A mistake, because the moment my mouth was open, the taller one tried to lick the insides of my cheeks with his disgusting tongue.
I’ve never wished for a weak stomach before that moment, but I honestly wished I could splatter the insides of my stomach all over that stupid face of his.
The one behind me, meanwhile, pinned my arms to my sides with his elbows and massaged my shoulders. It was rather like being given a tasty banana by someone you later found out to be an expert on phallic imagery.
Something snapped then, overriding my natural hatred for violence. These idiots were insulting me in the most disgusting way I could think of, and while the taller one pulled back slightly to laugh, the world seemed to fog up for a brief moment. I remembered vaguely the satisfying sensation of my knee crunching into something hot, hard, and soft, and my elbow slamming into something that might have been hard had he thought to tense it, but instead gave way with a whooshing sound.
When I regained the rest of my senses, I was standing a couple of feet away. The tall one was curled over clutching himself and glaring murderously at me, while the big one looked like he was trying to catch his breath. My mind, which was pretty good at figuring out things that would maybe be a good idea, was telling me to run, but my feet were glued to the floor by a morbid fascination. I figured out what had happen, but I couldn’t help, for one silvery moment, wondering at the pain I had caused. Me, the guy who felt guilty whenever he stepped on an insect that wasn’t an ant or bee.
I hesitated too long, though, and the more muscular one charged forward and pushed me into the wall before I could react. He grabbed my wrists in one large hand, wrenched my arms up above my head, and pinned them to the locker behind me. With all the considerable force he could muster, he rammed his knee up between my thighs, and pain burst red in my vision. I whimpered, but was interrupted by a crushing blow to my solar plexus that pushed the air out of my lungs and kept in there. Then, all at once, I was released, and I crumpled to the ground and curled up into a fetal position.
One of them (I was in too much pain to figure out which) yelled something at me I didn’t understand, and then went on to compare me to an Australian or British cigarette. They must have left pretty soon after, leaving me alone.
When I recovered enough to breathe, I started sobbing uncontrollably. I wasn’t sure why, but it might have had something to do with the general throbbing ache that reigned over the lower half of my torso. Either that or the emotional trauma of earlier.
I don’t know how long I stayed in that position, for sure, but the sound on the bell signaling the start of either the second or third lunch break snapped me out of it with the thought that I was missing most of my class. Fifteen minutes at best, the entire thing at worse. I dragged myself to my feet and stumbled over to the entrance to the locker room (empty, though whether because everyone had already left or because no one had come back in yet I didn’t know), and out to the hallway.
I felt nauseas, so I found a toilet and threw up into it. I stood up, flushed it, and wandered over to the sink, where I washed my hands thoroughly and then washed out by mouth, scrubbing with my fingernails until my cheeks were raw to try and get rid of the memory. When I finished, I glanced into the mirror. My face was red and irritated from the crying, so I wet a paper towel (which miraculously existed in this bathroom, a rarity) and scrubbed my face until I looked less like I’d been tortured at Abu Gharaib. Feeling of a strong enough disposition to face the public, I stood up from my half crouched position, and tried to walk as normally as possible to class.
Luckily, it was Spanish, and I had a nice enough teacher that she didn’t try to send me too the office as long as I did my work. When my classmates asked what happened, I said “Esta demasiado mortificando”, and, since no one knew Spanish, they decided to ignore me.
I never spoke of it again.
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Yeah, this is actually based off a personal true story... Okay, very loosely. I was never actually shoved into a locked room and mouth-raped by a bunch of morons. HOWEVER! Some people (mainly in gym) decided that, since I don't like sports and all my friends are girls, I must be gay. And, though this truly dazzling piece of logic, they decide "Hey, it would be fun to go over there and mess with him!"
So then various different guys would randomly decide to walk up to me and stroke my shoulders or something while I attempted to run away like the squeaking coward I am. Eventually, though, I snapped and tried to throw one of them off. Since I'm a weakling as well, I only manged to push myself away, but it's the same principle.
Okay, fine, character bios. Ish.
For the weird spirit-y one.
The plot is this: There's some sort of weird "spirit" magic stuff. It chooses twins, but it tends to be inheritted. Weird stuff. But anyway, the plot is basically that the spirit people are somehow destined to meet, and unite against some greater evil. There's one problem. The evil future empire builder was assassinated at the reception of his coronation, and his empire was passed down to his less-than-aggressive younger brother. So the empire wasn't really built. On an unrelated note, about the assassination (about a month before the serial starts): no one saw the assassin except one page (about 14 or 15) who was out in the hall near the ballroom of the reception. At least, he told the guards about a cloaked figure who had just ran past. Neither the page or the assassin were seen again, strangely...
Anyway, destiny starts gathering the people together, except, well, they'll have nothing to do.
Character one --
Name: Thabit (Egyptian name meaning strong. Also sounds like a curse, which makes me laugh.)
Age: Hm... 14 or 15
Described: Well, basically he incurious and not very clever. He has a pretty one track mind (he's a teenage guy, what do you expect?) and inherited the knowledge of swordsmanship. Since twins always are signs of crazy spirit possession type things, he had a twin brother. They're of the spirit of steel; Thabit is the lighter half, blunt and rather dull. He's really good with honorable weapons, like swords and such. He prefers a massive broadsword on general principle of it being big and heavy. He grew up under the care of his mother's husband (his father had been banished after killing his brother, blah blah blah, something complicated) apart from his brother, who would have killed him. When he suddenly actually inherits the spirit stuff (meaning his father died), he has to run away, because his brother wouldn't be able to resist killing him.
Character two --
Name: Kamenwati (Also Egyptian. Means "dark rebel".)
Age: Same as Thabit
Described: Thabit's darker twin brother, who has little to no respect for human life beyond what will help him, inheritted his spirit stuff from his uncle, who his and Thabit's father had killed, resulting in his banishment. His gift manifests itself in an astounding ability with stealth and knives, making him the perfect assassin. He could kill practically anyone he wanted by the age of five. He didn't kill Thabit, though, because he was convinced it would unbalance the spirit stuff and weaken him it he did it before he inheritted the stuff.
Okay, I bet while reading this you're thinking this is such a horrible cop-out. A chosen one, medieval fantasy... Add in some desire for revenge and you've got yourself an RP video game. Well naturally I'd make it funny (mostly jokes with Thabit as the butt). And I'm messing around with the character of the spirit of the desert girl and such. It'd be pretty hilarious.
Option two, Greek Gods --
Basically, the major deities of the Greek Pantheon lose their power, turn into teenagers and go to High School. Zeus, Demeter, Hestia, Hephaestus and Hera won't be there, though. I just don't like them. We'll have, definately, Athena, Aphrodite, Ares, Eros, Ganymede (not major, but I just sort of like him :p), Dionysus, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, and maybe Poseiden will, naturally. They're the funny ones. I already have some ideas for plots... It would be pretty funny, I'd think. I might even add Eris in, just because she's awesome.
I'm thinking about writing one of them serials. What do you think? I'm trying to decide between a Greek Gods go to my High School or a weird Medieval Fantasy spirit power *waves hands vaguely* thing. I might post the characters I've thought of for either after the story. Maybe. If I feel like it.
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[Based off a true story]
It was lunch break.
I was walking down the hallway toward my next class. I passed a couple of guys in the hallway that I knew vaguely and sincerely wished I didn’t.
“Hey, you,” said one. I was pointedly not looking at them, but I knew he was talking to me. I hesitated, but kept walking.
“Yeah, you, the gay dude.”
Now I was sure they were talking to me, because the entire school thought the same things about me (except a few close friends and my girlfriend, who knew better, obviously. Okay, I lied about the girlfriend part, but you get the point). And of course, that gave me even more reason to keep walking and completely ignore them.
I was too intent on my thoughts to notice their not-very-loud footsteps until one was right behind me. I tried to turn around, but he grabbed my arms in a vice-like grip and kept me from moving. The other one clamped his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. Not that I would have - I was too confused and disoriented, then.
They half pushed, half pulled me backward, and something reminded me that the locker rooms were on this hall. And should be locked. Of course, that would have been too convenient, and they were actually standing open. And empty. And foul smelling. Ergh.
And even then, the normal locker room wasn’t good enough for whatever they were trying to do, and they pushed me further in, around some corners, and to the athletics locker room, or whatever they called it. As far as I could tell, it was just a slightly less smelly part.
But it really didn’t make any sense. They didn’t look like the type to drag someone off the main hallway for no reason. They both looked like the jeering, joking, make fun of everything possible types. But that didn’t fit, because they always wanted an audience…
Then the one with his hand on my mouth took it off, for some reason. He was the taller of the two, if memory served, and had a slim build, though from his arms he obviously worked out, played a sport, or both. I looked around me, and saw that we were in a narrow alley between lockers. Lovely, no escape routes.
Both were standing way too close for comfort, and I could smell spicy, greasy potato wedges on his breath. Waaay too close.
“What are you doing?” I asked in the most irked voice I could manage. I squeaked a bit. I’ve never been good at handling fear…
“We just want to help you,” said the voice in my ear.
In case you were wondering, I disagreed. I just didn’t have time to say so before the tall one stepped forward. I jerked backwards, but there was nowhere to go. I tried again to struggle, but it was like trying to break the grip of a warm, football-player-shaped, Axe-reeking statue. And now I was squished between the two of them. They were laughing in that obnoxious, jeering manner that most teenaged guys managed to use when they were around other teenage guys.
“I think he’s enjoying this,” said one.
“Oh, definitely,” said the other, and their banter continued in that vein.
Naturally disgusted beyond measure, I tried to protest. A mistake, because the moment my mouth was open, the taller one tried to lick the insides of my cheeks with his disgusting tongue.
I’ve never wished for a weak stomach before that moment, but I honestly wished I could splatter the insides of my stomach all over that stupid face of his.
The one behind me, meanwhile, pinned my arms to my sides with his elbows and massaged my shoulders. It was rather like being given a tasty banana by someone you later found out to be an expert on phallic imagery.
Something snapped then, overriding my natural hatred for violence. These idiots were insulting me in the most disgusting way I could think of, and while the taller one pulled back slightly to laugh, the world seemed to fog up for a brief moment. I remembered vaguely the satisfying sensation of my knee crunching into something hot, hard, and soft, and my elbow slamming into something that might have been hard had he thought to tense it, but instead gave way with a whooshing sound.
When I regained the rest of my senses, I was standing a couple of feet away. The tall one was curled over clutching himself and glaring murderously at me, while the big one looked like he was trying to catch his breath. My mind, which was pretty good at figuring out things that would maybe be a good idea, was telling me to run, but my feet were glued to the floor by a morbid fascination. I figured out what had happen, but I couldn’t help, for one silvery moment, wondering at the pain I had caused. Me, the guy who felt guilty whenever he stepped on an insect that wasn’t an ant or bee.
I hesitated too long, though, and the more muscular one charged forward and pushed me into the wall before I could react. He grabbed my wrists in one large hand, wrenched my arms up above my head, and pinned them to the locker behind me. With all the considerable force he could muster, he rammed his knee up between my thighs, and pain burst red in my vision. I whimpered, but was interrupted by a crushing blow to my solar plexus that pushed the air out of my lungs and kept in there. Then, all at once, I was released, and I crumpled to the ground and curled up into a fetal position.
One of them (I was in too much pain to figure out which) yelled something at me I didn’t understand, and then went on to compare me to an Australian or British cigarette. They must have left pretty soon after, leaving me alone.
When I recovered enough to breathe, I started sobbing uncontrollably. I wasn’t sure why, but it might have had something to do with the general throbbing ache that reigned over the lower half of my torso. Either that or the emotional trauma of earlier.
I don’t know how long I stayed in that position, for sure, but the sound on the bell signaling the start of either the second or third lunch break snapped me out of it with the thought that I was missing most of my class. Fifteen minutes at best, the entire thing at worse. I dragged myself to my feet and stumbled over to the entrance to the locker room (empty, though whether because everyone had already left or because no one had come back in yet I didn’t know), and out to the hallway.
I felt nauseas, so I found a toilet and threw up into it. I stood up, flushed it, and wandered over to the sink, where I washed my hands thoroughly and then washed out by mouth, scrubbing with my fingernails until my cheeks were raw to try and get rid of the memory. When I finished, I glanced into the mirror. My face was red and irritated from the crying, so I wet a paper towel (which miraculously existed in this bathroom, a rarity) and scrubbed my face until I looked less like I’d been tortured at Abu Gharaib. Feeling of a strong enough disposition to face the public, I stood up from my half crouched position, and tried to walk as normally as possible to class.
Luckily, it was Spanish, and I had a nice enough teacher that she didn’t try to send me too the office as long as I did my work. When my classmates asked what happened, I said “Esta demasiado mortificando”, and, since no one knew Spanish, they decided to ignore me.
I never spoke of it again.
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Yeah, this is actually based off a personal true story... Okay, very loosely. I was never actually shoved into a locked room and mouth-raped by a bunch of morons. HOWEVER! Some people (mainly in gym) decided that, since I don't like sports and all my friends are girls, I must be gay. And, though this truly dazzling piece of logic, they decide "Hey, it would be fun to go over there and mess with him!"
So then various different guys would randomly decide to walk up to me and stroke my shoulders or something while I attempted to run away like the squeaking coward I am. Eventually, though, I snapped and tried to throw one of them off. Since I'm a weakling as well, I only manged to push myself away, but it's the same principle.
Okay, fine, character bios. Ish.
For the weird spirit-y one.
The plot is this: There's some sort of weird "spirit" magic stuff. It chooses twins, but it tends to be inheritted. Weird stuff. But anyway, the plot is basically that the spirit people are somehow destined to meet, and unite against some greater evil. There's one problem. The evil future empire builder was assassinated at the reception of his coronation, and his empire was passed down to his less-than-aggressive younger brother. So the empire wasn't really built. On an unrelated note, about the assassination (about a month before the serial starts): no one saw the assassin except one page (about 14 or 15) who was out in the hall near the ballroom of the reception. At least, he told the guards about a cloaked figure who had just ran past. Neither the page or the assassin were seen again, strangely...
Anyway, destiny starts gathering the people together, except, well, they'll have nothing to do.
Character one --
Name: Thabit (Egyptian name meaning strong. Also sounds like a curse, which makes me laugh.)
Age: Hm... 14 or 15
Described: Well, basically he incurious and not very clever. He has a pretty one track mind (he's a teenage guy, what do you expect?) and inherited the knowledge of swordsmanship. Since twins always are signs of crazy spirit possession type things, he had a twin brother. They're of the spirit of steel; Thabit is the lighter half, blunt and rather dull. He's really good with honorable weapons, like swords and such. He prefers a massive broadsword on general principle of it being big and heavy. He grew up under the care of his mother's husband (his father had been banished after killing his brother, blah blah blah, something complicated) apart from his brother, who would have killed him. When he suddenly actually inherits the spirit stuff (meaning his father died), he has to run away, because his brother wouldn't be able to resist killing him.
Character two --
Name: Kamenwati (Also Egyptian. Means "dark rebel".)
Age: Same as Thabit
Described: Thabit's darker twin brother, who has little to no respect for human life beyond what will help him, inheritted his spirit stuff from his uncle, who his and Thabit's father had killed, resulting in his banishment. His gift manifests itself in an astounding ability with stealth and knives, making him the perfect assassin. He could kill practically anyone he wanted by the age of five. He didn't kill Thabit, though, because he was convinced it would unbalance the spirit stuff and weaken him it he did it before he inheritted the stuff.
Okay, I bet while reading this you're thinking this is such a horrible cop-out. A chosen one, medieval fantasy... Add in some desire for revenge and you've got yourself an RP video game. Well naturally I'd make it funny (mostly jokes with Thabit as the butt). And I'm messing around with the character of the spirit of the desert girl and such. It'd be pretty hilarious.
Option two, Greek Gods --
Basically, the major deities of the Greek Pantheon lose their power, turn into teenagers and go to High School. Zeus, Demeter, Hestia, Hephaestus and Hera won't be there, though. I just don't like them. We'll have, definately, Athena, Aphrodite, Ares, Eros, Ganymede (not major, but I just sort of like him :p), Dionysus, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, and maybe Poseiden will, naturally. They're the funny ones. I already have some ideas for plots... It would be pretty funny, I'd think. I might even add Eris in, just because she's awesome.