Monday, July 31, 2006

well, i just thought i'd make a random update. i'll have another story up soon, but i think i'm going to re-read my book for honors english. i'll post the new story as soon as i write it. ttyl.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2006

construction zone

this site is going to be under construction today, so please bear with me.

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Monday, July 17, 2006

The End

" What's wrong, Phoen?" Dracula said over his shoulder. Dara, Phoen to some, stared out the open window, her golden eyes glazed with tears. She could not speak without her voice breaking into sobs. Seeing the faces of here parent's murderers had brought a terrible feeling of sadness into her black and hardened heart.She had accomplished her goal, but what happened next? Her life had no purpose now that the objects of her obsession were dead. Her whole life had revolved around their destruction, but she had never thought beyond the certain death of those three. A hand descended on her shoulder. Dara turned to see Dracula's concerned face hovering bahind her. She shouldn't let him see her like this. It was such an obvious sign of weakness. There was sympathy in his dark eyes. SMACK! The sound of her slap rang through the abandoned warehouse. All of her furstration and anger, she channeled into that one smack. A red welt appeared of Dracula's cheek. She regreted the attack as soon as it was delivered, but she wouldn't allow anyone to feel sorry for her. Dracula turned and took a few steps from the window. Then, he paused and hung his head. " Nate," he whispered. " What?" Dara demanded, her voice cracking. He spun and faced her, drawing himself to his full height. His dark eyes twinkled with a strange light Dara did not recognize. " My real name is Nate." Dara's eyes widened in suprise. One only revealed his or her actual name as a sign of absolute trust. Why would he tell her at this moment, right after she had slapped him? "Dara," she found herself whispering. Her mind screamed at her not to say any more, but something else had taken control of her body. "My name is Dara." Nate took a step closer to her, his arms around her body. She fell gladly into his embrace, even as her mind shrieked at this weakness. She had wanted this for so long: someone to care for, who would care for her, someone who could love her. She closed her eyes, content with life for the first time in a long time. Her usual fast-paced world stood still for a moment. Then, the concealed land-mine erupted underneath their feet. Writer's words: HAHAHA! i'm soooooo evil!

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all right. i have nothing to do today, so i'll probably write the ending of the assassin story today...... hopefully...... if my laziness doesn't attack..... well, hope to post again later with the story. ttyl ^_^

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

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well, i don't have another story written up yet, but i'm planning on writing the last part to the assassin story. i changed my bg, which probably means i need to change the color of the text. well,.....zzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz sleep..... need sleep...........zzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzzz.....

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Thursday, July 6, 2006

grrrrrrr..... site under construction....... so frustrating!

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Friday, June 30, 2006

A Weapon of Mass Destruction : Part 2

August 31, 2236 So much killing. So many blood stains on my hands. Not the blood of the mice I killed, but my own. Everything is so overwhelming and complicated. Bright Eyes trys to explain things to me, but I rarely understand. I feel so cold and empty. No one cares about what I feel, though. When I asked Bright Eyes for a description of my miserable exisitance, he described it with one word: Hell. I don't know what hell is, but the way he said it made me shiver. In my mind, I've started calling this place, the entire scientific compound, hell. Yesterday, I tried to kill myself. When the mice die, I can feel their lives escaping, fleeing their immoblie bodies. So, I decided that I would attempt this form of escape. I held my breath for a long time, but I eventually realized that I was actually still breathing through my nose. The scientists were extremely disinterested in what I was doing, that is, until I grabbed the shock collar and tried to hang it from a small ledge in the rock wall of my cell. The scientists, including Fat One, rushed inside and begin prying my hands away from the collar. I fought back desperately until I felt the shock from the collar. The pain didn't stop like it normally did. The shock spread through every limb of my body. I screamed and noticed Fat One pushing the wicked button, over and over again. I lashed out in anger with my mind...and I killed him. I didn't mean to, but I wanted the pain to stop and he was causing it. The others fled, carrying Fat One's dead body with them. I have heard that there are plans for exterminating me. I didn't care. I wanted to die. But now something has occurred. A note was slipped underneath my door with two words written on it: ESCAPE, FREEDOM. Someone is trying to help me escape from hell. I'll wait to die.

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Monday, June 26, 2006

this is the first part of the story i was talking about. please pardon the political pun in the title, but i just couldn't help it. it fit the story so well. ^_^

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A Weapon of Mass Destruction : Part 1

Since the earliest recorded histories of man, there had been war. Primitive peoples fought over food, territory, and other necessary aspects of life. It was not until more recent years (when I say recent, I say it from the point of view of someone who can never die) that war was fought more for political or religious gain than out of necessity. Over these centuries of emotionless slaughter, man had strived to develop the most powerful, destructive weapon the world had ever seen. They created guns, planes, tanks, flamethowers, bombs, and other elements of death. When man discovered nuclear power, they thought they had discovered the strongest, most effective way to destroy their fellow man. Quickly they realized that these nuclear weapons had far more effect than they intended. In the process of eliminating their enemies, they were destroying themselves and everyone else on the globe. Abandoning nuclear technology, they sought another method. The men of science searched for countless years, until, on August 17, 2236, they found and formed the perfect weapon. I was that weapon. First Entry August 28, 2236 Hello. I am the fifth of ten beings created by the scientists in the lab on our secret isle. I am the adult clone of a child that dies centuries ago. The girl was named Abigal Clair Stevenson, so the men outside call me Abby, although i Don't understand why. My fellow creations are no longer in existance. They destroyed themselves the second day we started breathing. The ones who cotrol me are afraid that I'll do to them what my "siblings" did to one another. They try not to show their fear, but I can feel it in the air. They keep me locked in a dark room with what they call a "shock collar" around my neck. If I do something wrong, one of them pushes a button and the collar hurts me, like sudden burns on the inside of my body. I've never been outside the compound on the isle, although I often wonder what's out there. One of my keepers, the one with the bright eyes, taught me how to write and gave me this journal to put my writings in. I don't think he was supposed to do these things, because he told me not to tell anyone else about it. I decided to write in it today since today was a momentously horrific day in my short life. It made me wish I had joined the deadly brawl of my "siblings" and been destroyed with them. Today, I learned why I had been created. Today, I learned how to kill. Earlier, the man holding the device with the button led me into a room with a single mouse in a cage. He told me to sit in the concrete chair across from the caged creature. I sat and watched the scientists file in through a secret door. Bright Eyes came in last. ' "We want you to reach out with your mind and touch the mouse's mind, but if you touch any of ours, the pain will come." ' the fat one said, gesturing toward the button. I didn't speak. I couldn't; I did not know how to speak. I was told never to speak anyway, so I reached out toward the cage with my mind as easily as a child reaches toward a toy on a shelf with his or her arm. I could fell the mouse's mind. It was thinking about its next meal and a warm bed of wood chips. Memories of a confined life flooded my mind, images for a mouse's point of veiw. I made a gurgling noise in my throat that Bright Eyes later described as a laugh. Fat One asked me if I had been able to reach the mouse's mind and I nodded in the affirmative. The other scientists scribbled notes on their papers. Bright Eyes frowned and started to whisper something to Fat One, but the latter silenced him. ' "Now, Abby, we want you to silence the mouse's thoughts completely." ' I thought this an odd request. Only I could hear the creature's thoughts, so surely they weren't bothering Fat One, but I obeyed anyway. I forced my own thoughts over the mouse's, stiffling them. The poor creature fell on its side and twitched several times before laying still. Horrified, I tried to touch its mind again, but it was cold and empty. ' "This is death, Abby." ' Bright Eyes sighed, sadly. ' "This is what is refered to as killing." ' I gripped the arms of the chair, unable to believe that I had done something so terrible. I was trembling when Fat One said I would do the same thing for them tomorrow and dismissed me. The man who had led me in escorted me back to my room where I sat in firm silence for a long time. They could make me kill as many creatures as they wanted, but they would never make me tell what I had discovered. When the mouse's life slipped from its body, I felt it join my own life, making me stronger. That was when I realized it: every time i kill something, I get stronger. Every time, I get closer to freedom.

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Saturday, June 24, 2006

HA! i joined my own club. how strange is that? anyway, i wrote the first part of the story i was talking about in my last post. i'll post it when i get it typed. ttyl ^_^

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