Um, be nice, I've not written anything (bar one little thing I showed bluwyngz yesterday) since forever...
---- Of course, the trick had been to convince the children that they were going home. Returning to their families and friends. Maintaining that pretence until they were far off shore, trapped aboard the boat heading for a new land. But that lie, once told was the demise of the project.
No amount of propaganda could overcome that first misdirection, and rebellion became the only possible outcome. As they grew the older children's dark hatred of those who had tricked them into leaving their homeland and brought them to this land of such hardships grew - brothers and sisters became allies in hatred.
By the time the first generation were grown, support for the government existed in name only; behind every closed door the plots grew, and a revolution was born. ---
Returning the licencejordaxMay 8 2007, 20:29:38 UTC
The old man shuddered slightly on the platform, partly from the sea wind wrapping around him and partly from the view to the rocks and crashing waves far below. The recent days had brought terrible storms which, mercifully, had left the rocks largely clear of other bodies, but still the stone looked terrifying. Waves would rise up and shield the black rock briefly before crashing down, rocky outcrops piercing the white water as it landed
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I haven't tried fiction in ages. Be nice.bluwyngzMay 9 2007, 19:28:43 UTC
I'm not sure about this idea. Mark and Lina insist that no one'll catch us, but, come on! I mean, the thing is made of glass and it's, like, broad daylight.
Mark says I'm being a wuss...
Lina just does what she always does and ignores me. She's the head honcho, no confusion there. She's the one who had this brilliant scheme. But then, she always has to prove that she's as cool as Karen. Sisters are weird, you know? All competitive.
Personally, I think Karen was telling us a load of BS. Why the hell would anyone leave an old arcade game in that building? I mean, the place has been shut down for ages.
And even if that stupid game was there, it won't work. I bet Lina didn't even think about that. She just wants to show off and-
198 words exactly (per MS Word)yueniMay 11 2007, 22:52:23 UTC
There was the boy and there was the girl, skirting around each other in the way they have done since the beginning of time. It was all in the little things; tiny details like the way he’d brashly grin at her, and the way she’d shyly look away and then suddenly turn around and babble off a stream of garbled words, cheeks flushed. It was the skittish first looks, first laughs, first stutters of puppy love in bloom. Ah, the possibilities of youth.
The photographer wondered what had drawn him to the duo in the first place. It wasn’t the first time scenes like these had played out before him. Perhaps it was because he could see his younger self performing the silly idiocies of the young boy half-grabbing-but-not-quite-grabbing the girl’s hand. Perhaps it was the way she acted just like her. Maybe that was it. Or maybe it was simply because he wondered what would have happened if he’d had the courage and persistence to drag-coax her the way this boy was cajoling the girl across the metal gangway. Maybe they’d still be together now
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Of course, the trick had been to convince the children that they were going home. Returning to their families and friends. Maintaining that pretence until they were far off shore, trapped aboard the boat heading for a new land. But that lie, once told was the demise of the project.
No amount of propaganda could overcome that first misdirection, and rebellion became the only possible outcome. As they grew the older children's dark hatred of those who had tricked them into leaving their homeland and brought them to this land of such hardships grew - brothers and sisters became allies in hatred.
By the time the first generation were grown, support for the government existed in name only; behind every closed door the plots grew, and a revolution was born.
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129 words (I think).
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Mark says I'm being a wuss...
Lina just does what she always does and ignores me. She's the head honcho, no confusion there. She's the one who had this brilliant scheme. But then, she always has to prove that she's as cool as Karen. Sisters are weird, you know? All competitive.
Personally, I think Karen was telling us a load of BS. Why the hell would anyone leave an old arcade game in that building? I mean, the place has been shut down for ages.
And even if that stupid game was there, it won't work. I bet Lina didn't even think about that. She just wants to show off and-
Fudge, she got the doors open.
"Alright, yeah, I'm coming."
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The photographer wondered what had drawn him to the duo in the first place. It wasn’t the first time scenes like these had played out before him. Perhaps it was because he could see his younger self performing the silly idiocies of the young boy half-grabbing-but-not-quite-grabbing the girl’s hand. Perhaps it was the way she acted just like her. Maybe that was it. Or maybe it was simply because he wondered what would have happened if he’d had the courage and persistence to drag-coax her the way this boy was cajoling the girl across the metal gangway. Maybe they’d still be together now ( ... )
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