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[B]Prologue[/B] [release] In the old world of below, a great cataclysm happened on the world. A wall of fire tore through the sky, destroying everything in its path. No one is exactly certain on what caused such a great fire. Some say it was natural and the world was just cleaning itself of toxins. Others says it was man himself but no one could understand how man could have that kind of power. Nevertheless the wall could flatten mountains and tear through the sky but man was prepared, building large bunkers underground hoping to be spared from the Great Wall. The bunkers proved to be ineffective with most not withstanding the force and collapsed in on itself, others let in a deadly poison. These large bunkers soon became the crypt for those it was trying to protect. With the world nearly on the verge of complete annihilation a great quake was felt. What happened was ancient cities lost for countless of years rose from the sea. The islands rose from the oceans carrying cites and towns that looked like they have just been built. Each island sought for humans, animals, and plants bringing them aboard and protecting them from the environment. After a month of searching the islands soared higher into the sky lifting above the Great Blanket that now covered the Earth. There were four main islands that had structures that resembled ancient cities with stone walls and castles. These large islands were soon called Sanctuaries, the smaller of the islands were called Oasis which had small towns and farmland. Soon humans found large hollowed out caverns in the islands interior which was a city onto itself. Everything from factories, hangers filled to the brim of new planes. Soon the Sanctuaries started to organize the leaders started to revert back to the old ways of Kings and Kingdoms. The four Sanctuaries were soon named after their respective element they found on banners. The names were Moon, from the north, Sun from the south, Rain from the east, and Wind from the west. The four Kingdoms led expeditions soon finding Oasis scattered all over the world. After two years of exploring nearly all Oasis were found and where brought under control by one of the Kingdoms. The Kingdoms soon found themselves facing off at war fighting for control over the precious lands. Each war the Kingdoms got themselves into they reverted to a state of peace before igniting another war. This continued for countless of years, generation after generation. The wars raged until a tear in the Great Blanket was discovered letting man to visit The Old World. The Old World was still in ruins but what they found there surprised even the wisest of men. In the Old World were humans still living and surviving. Some called for a mass rescue while other called for a mass extinction of the Ground Dwellers. With the Kings still trying to figure out what to do the Lighting Co. took the opportunity and started to claim land for themselves leading to a period of colonization. With the world in turmoil a hero is needed, a hero that could bring peace for all of time. [/release] Could use a little CC on how this is looking so far. Also if you couldn't tell this is going to be Knights in planes.
[QUOTE=Mr.Goodcat;33366145][B]Prologue[/B] [release] In the old world of below, a great cataclysm happened on the world. A great wave of fire tore through the sky, destroying everything in its path. No one is exactly certain on what caused such a great fire. Some say it was natural and the world was just cleaning itself of toxins. Others say it was man himself but no one could understand how man could have that kind of power. Nevertheless the wave could flatten mountains and tear through the sky but man was prepared, building large bunkers underground hoping to be spared from the Great Wave. The bunkers proved to be ineffective with most not withstanding the force and collapsed in on itself others letting in a deadly poison. These large bunkers soon became the crypt for those it was trying to protect. With the world nearly on the verge of complete annihilation a great quake was felt. What happened was ancient cities lost for countless of years rose from the sea. The islands rose from the oceans carrying cites and towns that looked like they have just been built. Each island sought for humans, animals, and plants bringing them aboard and protecting them from the environment. After a month of searching the islands soared higher into the sky lifting above the Great Blanket that now covered the Earth. There were four main islands that had structures that resembled ancient cities with stone walls and castles. These large islands were soon called Sanctuaries, the smaller of the islands were called Oasis which had small towns and farmland. Soon humans found large hollowed out caverns in the islands interior which was a city onto itself. Everything from factories, hangers filled to the brim of new planes. Soon the Sanctuaries started to organize the leaders started to revert back to the old ways of Kings and Kingdoms. The four Sanctuaries were soon named after their respective element they found on banners. The names were Moon, from the north, Sun from the south, Rain from the east, and Wind from the west. The four Kingdoms led expeditions soon finding Oasis scattered all over the world. After two years of exploring nearly all Oasis were found and where brought under control by one of the Kingdoms. The Kingdoms soon found themselves facing off at war fighting for control over the precious lands. Each war the Kingdoms got themselves into they reverted to a state of peace before igniting another war. This continued for countless of years, generation after generation. The wars raged until a tear in the Great Blanket gave a doorway into the old world. The Old World was still in ruins but what they found there were humans still living and surviving. Some called for a mass rescue while other called for a mass extinction of the Ground Dwellers. With the Kings still trying to figure out what to do the Lighting Co. took the opportunity and started to claim land for themselves leading to a period of colonization. With the world in a state of turmoil we come to our protagonist.[/release] Could use a little CC on how this is looking so far.[/QUOTE] Really nice, but the planet's name should be capitalized. "Below" Also I would not call the protagonist "protagonist". It's just a bit awkward, and when you are telling a story you are not going to say it like that. I also don't understand this part: [QUOTE=Mr.Goodcat;33366145]The wars raged until a tear in the Great Blanket gave a doorway into the old world.[/QUOTE] What happened? Did the flooding go down or what does that mean?
[QUOTE=Burgervich;33366265]Really nice, but the planet's name should be capitalized. "Below" Also I would not call the protagonist "protagonist". It's just a bit awkward, and when you are telling a story you are not going to say it like that. I also don't understand this part: What happened? Did the flooding go down or what does that mean?[/QUOTE] Yeah, I totally must of fucked that up since I am implying nuclear warfare, and you got the word flooding out of that. Probably should pick a better metaphor than wave.
[QUOTE=Mr.Goodcat;33366302]Yeah, I totally most of fucked that off since I am implying nuclear warfare and you got the word flooding out of that. Probably should pick a better metaphor than wave.[/QUOTE] Ohhh it mentioned fire right. That makes sense. Still what does that sentence mean exactly?
Alright, revised. [editline]20th November 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Burgervich;33366323]Ohhh it mentioned fire right. That makes sense. Still what does that sentence mean exactly?[/QUOTE] It means a hole opened up in the clouds letting planes go down to the Earth for the first time in several hundred years. Every other attempt to go through the clouds ended in tragedy either in engine failure or the pilot would just go unconscious
[QUOTE=Mr.Goodcat;33366399]Alright, revised. [editline]20th November 2011[/editline] It means a hole opened up in the clouds letting planes go down to the Earth for the first time in several hundred years. Every other attempt to go through the clouds ended in tragedy either in engine failure or the pilot would just go unconscious[/QUOTE] Oh the islands are floating? Either I am reading this wrong, or you are not giving enough detail for these things.
[QUOTE=Burgervich;33366465]Oh the islands are floating? Either I am reading this wrong, or you are not giving enough detail for these things.[/QUOTE] Its probably me. Yeah, I defiantly need to revise the second paragraph and add a lot more on why the islands are floating.
[QUOTE=Mr.Goodcat;33366493]Its probably me. Yeah, I defiantly need to revise the second paragraph and add a lot more on why the islands are floating.[/QUOTE] Good, you got a good story in the making.
"[I]Marsh...[/I]" [I]Her eyes are so beautiful.[/I] "[I]Maaarsh...[/I]" [I]I can't wait to meet my daughter! What will we name her?[/I] "[I]Marsh![/I]" [I]I bet she'll look just like you![/I] "[I]MARSH! God damn it, stay with us![/I]" [I]I love you.[/I] "[I]Come on, Marsh![/I]" Your wife fades in the light that now fills your eyes. The air is thick with dust, and your undershirt feels damp. Someone is dragging you over concrete. Your eyes strain in the sunlight. "Marsh!" You come back into focus. Suddenly, everything is very loud. As if someone released a group of children with pots and pans in an auditorium. As you are rolled onto your side, the faces of men become very clear to you. You are not at home. This is not your country. This is no longer peacetime. This is Iran. --[B]I think I may continue this, regardless of the fact that I am not a writer.[/B]
[B]Prelusory Succession - Philip Périgueux[/B] You could tell he was a crazy motherfucker, but the guy knew his thing. Seeing his long, torn up hair waving in the wind, sitting beneath the covers. I leaned forward, looking over the edge. It was roughly two or three hundred meters down. We were sitting on top of a crane on top of a tall building. He tossed his cigarette over the rail and turned his head towards me. "That rocket of yours better work." I'd spent the last week piecing together this rocket. About eight days ago, we found a crate of AP rockets meant for RPG-7's. How the hell that ever found it's way into what remains of San Francisco just.. Beats me. Most of the city was in lockdown, the 'dark men' had seized most of the suburbs, but the city itself became a war zone. Due to the tremendous amount of conflicts in the area, the suburbs were almost deserted, with all the people inside their houses. The rocket I held in my hand was the side-effect of all these scars and burns. Originally, it was an armor penetrating rocket, with the warhead removed and an EMP fitted in. Last month, we lost most of our troopers when they went to search a submarine down near the old military base. Now recently, they had finally picked up the line and told us that they finally had a chance of getting back. One of the tallest buildings in the city tilted and crashed against a smaller building, creating massive tension right above the pass between them. If they got through the pass, they wouldn't be far from our base. Timothy, the other guy left in our crew, suggested that we'd rig the base of the tilted building, and blow everything sky high. Of course I wasn't in on the idea, but we did stumble upon that crate of rockets whilst doing it so I'm not complaining. Whenever the guys came through, we'd blow it and hopefully the building collapsing would block the path and distract the dark men for long enough to get our guys back to safety. Sitting there, thinking of all this, I snapped out of it. I looked around myself, the sun was on it's way up. We'd been waiting all night. I shoved my RPG over to the side and pulled out my rifle. Poking the rifle out beneath the railing, I scanned the ground beneath. "What're you doing?" Tim asked. "Someone's watching us," I mumbled, pulling the rifle back and putting it next to me. "Yeah the snipers are everywhere, slow moves man. Don't forget why we're covered up here." He sighed, "Unless you want to stay here throughout the day, we gotta get down within half an hour." "Allright," I replied. Just then, the holow sound of gunshots was heard. I grabbed my rifle again, looking out towards the gap. "They're here." Five men were moving through it, firing at those poor, once human, beings down on the streets. I flicked the safety off and pulled the bolt back, the old familiar crunching sound of a Russian marksman rifle. I took aim at one of the undead, slowly squeezing the trigger. The entire rifle jumped, as my hearing suddenly went to shit and a shell popped out of the mechanism. The sound of the shot bounced off the buildings and came back hard, hitting both of our faces. "Eagle," I heard from the walkie talkie. I grabbed it and held it up, "Just get to camp as fast as possible, gonna blow the bridge." As the men had moved past our field of vision, Timothy wrapped the cord over his hand and yanked it, making the entire crane we were sitting on shake for a second. The next second, we nearly fell off it as the base of the tilted building got removed, and the fragments flew everywhere. The entire thing went crashing down in the gap, and as the airblast hit us, the covers flew off. "Get up, get up, get up!" Tim yelled, and dragged me onto my feet. The entire crane was wiggling back and forth now, and I nearly lost my rifle whilst slinging it onto my back. I stuffed the rocket into the launcher and twisted it in place, then threw it over to him. "The chopper better not be resistant to these things," he said and flicked off the safety switch. And just as if ordered, the chopper came swirling past one of the buildings. Suddenly, a bolt of fury went out from my side, towards the chopper. Just in mid flight, the entire thing did a flip, as it got pulled by the string tied to the rail, and our walkie talkie went to hell. "What the fuck man, nothing happened!" Tim was furious. "Just ease the fuck up man, the thing is probably mechanical, here," I stuffed the AP rocket into the tube and pushed him and the launcher in direction of the chopper that was approaching us. For a second the chopper was hovering less than two hundred feet away from us, yet it did not open fire. Not a word was uttered, he raised the launcher with one hand, and with his other hand, a middle finger slowly got erected from the clenched fist. "Fuck you." The AP rocket flew out of the device lying over his shoulder, and crashed right into the nose of the chopper, making it spurt out mechanical pieces in the back. I slowly glanced a masked face in the cockpit, before the entire thing caught on fire and started soaring downward, towards the foot of the crane we were standing on. My joy turned into tremendous horror. "The hooks! Get your hook!" I pulled out mine and attached the thing to the rail, and climbed on top of it. Without hestitating I jumped off, extending the line whilst swinging back and forth. Just as I had gone halfway down, the chopper crashed into the bottom of the crane, and if I had not had the swing I did, the crane would've just taken me down with it. As I was upside down, still attached to the crane falling off the building, I gained tremendous speed. As my grip on the line slipped, I flew off. The sounds of crushed glass, things falling off desks. I went straight through the windows below, and slid across the office floor. Lying there, all scratched up, I heard the crane hit the ground twenty floors below or so. I got up, and stumbled over to where I must've entered the office. The entire street below was filled with dust, and in the building on the other side, I saw a broken window. I took my rifle and checked it out through the scope. Suddenly, a man appeared inside, throwing something out of the broken window. After two seconds or so, the object crashed through the window next to me. It was a brick with a line just like the one on my hook tied around it. "Tie it up to something, motherfucker, I'm coming over there!" What the fuck, Timothy.
All of these are fantastic, please continue!
[QUOTE=Burgervich;33372690]All of these are fantastic, please continue![/QUOTE] Oh really? ALL of these? Like you didn't argue with me about my story? Whats your problem? I like ponies. Deal with it. Next time you write a story about something you like i'll say it sucks and how to improve it and all that. Unless you apologize and stop being "racist".
[QUOTE=Julyshy;33393128]Oh really? ALL of these? Like you didn't argue with me about my story? Whats your problem? I like ponies. Deal with it. Next time you write a story about something you like i'll say it sucks and how to improve it and all that. Unless you apologize and stop being "racist".[/QUOTE] Jesus Christ, if you're so sensitive and can't take advice then don't come to a thread where people give criticism. By the way have you ever gone to a pony thread? They get trolled to the point where mods have to lock them altogether.Do you want to be trolled relentlessly?The reason these threads never get off the ground is because of people like you who get all defensive when people try to help. [editline]23rd November 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Julyshy;33393128] stop being "racist".[/QUOTE] Since when are bronies a race?
[QUOTE=Julyshy;33393128]Oh really? ALL of these? Like you didn't argue with me about my story? Whats your problem? I like ponies. Deal with it. Next time you write a story about something you like i'll say it sucks and how to improve it and all that. Unless you apologize and stop being "racist".[/QUOTE] I could very well deal with it, but I HATE it when ponies shove the face in my show. With their pony avatars, pony cross-overs, games, threads, and all the other shit you can think of. I don't care if you like the show, but it's as ANNOYING AS HELL when you people do these things. I begin to think you do it just because you LIKE to have people treat you like assholes. Now this is a story thread, can we please stop talking about this? However thank you for changing your avatar. It will help you out a lot on this website. You earn a free Humble Bundle key for that.
[QUOTE=Burgervich;33412759]I could very well deal with it, but I HATE it when ponies shove the face in my show. With their pony avatars, pony cross-overs, games, threads, and all the other shit you can think of. I don't care if you like the show, but it's as ANNOYING AS HELL when you people do these things. I begin to think you do it just because you LIKE to have people treat you like assholes. Now this is a story thread, can we please stop talking about this? However thank you for changing your avatar. It will help you out a lot on this website. You earn a free Humble Bundle key for that.[/QUOTE] okay, but one last thing: its a story
[QUOTE=Julyshy;33412954]okay, but one last thing: its a story[/QUOTE] Oh really? You being a brony is a story? Well I guess it is, but not in that way. Plus I don't think ponies are a race, because of the fact they don't exist. Anyway, I gave criticism on your story so you should edit it, and make it better!
How about this? We all stop fucking arguing. I like that. July, I gave plenty of constructive critisism on your work. I'm not going to lie, it's not that great as-is, but the fun thing about the internet is that you have plenty of people willing to help improve something, no matter what the stage of development. If you don't want any criticism, get out, because that's what this place is for, and that's the point of sharing your work. If you don't want someone telling you that your story needs work, it's best not to show it to anyone, because that's all you're going to get. Nobody is going to say "good work" on a first draft that was typed up in 5 minutes on a forum page; it just doesn't happen. So if you want to try again, and be a little more open to suggestion, we'll happily help you improve your work, else get out.
Can we please forget that ever happened, and get the thread back on track?
Princess Celestia smiled at Twilight Sparkle and laid a comforting hoof on her shoulder. "Why, Twilight Sparkle, what brings you to my palace this evening?" Twilight Sparkle shuffled her hooves and sighed. "Oh, I don't know. It's just..." Princess Celestia frowned, and urged Twilight Sparkle to continue. "It's just that I've been feeling [I]unclean[/I]. [I]Down there[/I]." Princess Celestia covered her mouth with a hoof to stifle a giggle. "Oh, Twilight Sparkle! Why didn't you say so sooner? I have just the thing! Wait right here!" She then excitedly trotted up the stairs. Twilight Sparkle walked into the foyer and closed the door behind her, to shut out the chill of the evening air. The room was beautifully decorated, and she found herself marveling at the ornate architecture and brilliant tapestries that lined the long hall. After a moment, she heard Princess Celestia call from the balcony above. "Oh, Twilight Sparkle! I have something for you. Please, do come up to my bedchambers." "Okay, I'm coming!" Twilight Sparkle called back, making her way up the spiral stairs. When she opened the bedroom door, she was shocked to discover Fluttershy tied to the princess's bed, with a ball gag strapped into her mouth. "Princess Celestia!" Twilight Sparkle gasped, "How will this purge my womanhood of its odors?" "Oh," Princess Celestia murmered, "Is that what you meant?" Fluttershy began to cry. "I'm terribly sorry, Twilight Sparkle," the Princess said, laughing nervously, "I must have completely misunderstood you. Please, go back home. I'll send you what you need in the morning." Twilight Sparkle nodded, and said, "thank you, Princess Celestia, but what about Fluttershy?" "Oh, I'm afraid that I'm only just getting started with Miss Fluttershy," winked the wily princess.
[QUOTE=Big Dumb American;33428661]Princess Celestia smiled at Twilight Sparkle and laid a comforting hoof on her shoulder. "Why, Twilight Sparkle, what brings you to my palace this evening?" Twilight Sparkle shuffled her hooves and sighed. "Oh, I don't know. It's just..." Princess Celestia frowned, and urged Twilight Sparkle to continue. "It's just that I've been feeling [I]unclean[/I]. [I]Down there[/I]." Princess Celestia covered her mouth with a hoof to stifle a giggle. "Oh, Twilight Sparkle! Why didn't you say so sooner? I have just the thing! Wait right here!" She then excitedly trotted up the stairs. Twilight Sparkle walked into the foyer and closed the door behind her, to shut out the chill of the evening air. The room was beautifully decorated, and she found herself marveling at the ornate architecture and brilliant tapestries that lined the long hall. After a moment, she heard Princess Celestia call from the balcony above. "Oh, Twilight Sparkle! I have something for you. Please, do come up to my bedchambers." "Okay, I'm coming!" Twilight Sparkle called back, making her way up the spiral stairs. When she opened the bedroom door, she was shocked to discover Fluttershy tied to the princess's bed, with a ball gag strapped into her mouth. "Princess Celestia!" Twilight Sparkle gasped, "How will this purge my womanhood of its odors?" "Oh," Princess Celestia murmered, "Is that what you meant?" Fluttershy began to cry. "I'm terribly sorry, Twilight Sparkle," the Princess said, laughing nervously, "I must have completely misunderstood you. Please, go back home. I'll send you what you need in the morning." Twilight Sparkle nodded, and said, "thank you, Princess Celestia, but what about Fluttershy?" "Oh, I'm afraid that I'm only just getting started with Miss Fluttershy," winked the wily princess.[/QUOTE] Im sorry but this whole thing is just...... [IMG]http://images.bluegartr.com/bucket/gallery/8e1790f476ff8ee94aacef1279a9475f.gif[/IMG]
You simply lack the ability to appreciate fine erotic literature.
i can't take it serious. is it meant to be serious? perhaps it's supposed to have a comedic touch. your story has hoofed animals engaged in human matters. it's strange. and they all have names that sound like they're from some silly childrens game or something. good work on the writing though, i got a pretty crystal clear image of the princess' palace in my head. clean writing.
[QUOTE=Big Dumb American;33428661][Pony story][/QUOTE]I have no idea why I read all of that. "purge my womanhood of its odors" :v:
Twilight Sparkle grunted as the huge log strained against her tight butthole. As it breached the narrow opening, she gasped and clenched her sphincter to hold the hardened turd in place for long enough to catch her breath. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hoof and braced herself for another assault. "HHhhhnnng! Come on!" Twilight Sparkled panted. "Just get out!" She felt a small amount of give in the massive load, and again clenched for a breather. "Okay," she reassured herself, "just one more push." She steeled herself and pushed with all her might, the veins in her neck and forehead bulging under the strain. The air was rended with a wet tearing sound as her bowels ripped loose from her body and began curling into the toilet bowl. Her face went face white as a scream wrenched its way from between her clenched teeth. Twilight Sparkle collapsed to the floor, still trailing her bloody bowels into the pinkened toilet water. Tears streamed down her face as she choked on her pained howls. Her roommate, Spike, didn't find her until the next morning. It was already too late. [editline]25th November 2011[/editline] (this is canon, btw) Updated with new video-book, courtesy of me: [video=youtube;5w9bqDtFE_A]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5w9bqDtFE_A[/video]
[QUOTE=Big Dumb American;33442276]Twilight Sparkle grunted as the huge log strained against her tight butthole. As it breached the narrow opening, she gasped and clenched her sphincter to hold the hardened turd in place for long enough to catch her breath. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hoof and braced herself for another assault. "HHhhhnnng! Come on!" Twilight Sparkled panted. "Just get out!" She felt a small amount of give in the massive load, and again clenched for a breather. "Okay," she reassured herself, "just one more push." She steeled herself and pushed with all her might, the veins in her neck and forehead bulging under the strain. The air was rended with a wet tearing sound as her bowels ripped loose from her body and began curling into the toilet bowl. Her face went face white as a scream wrenched its way from between her clenched teeth. Twilight Sparkle collapsed to the floor, still trailing her bloody bowels into the pinkened toilet water. Tears streamed down her face as she choked on her pained howls. Her roommate, Spike, didn't find her until the next morning. It was already too late. [editline]25th November 2011[/editline] (this is canon, btw)[/QUOTE] 5/5 Would read again.
* Atlanta, the airport * Jasmine:*sighh* Julia:(walking backwards facing Jasmine) Ok we know that your hurting but in a few hours we will be at the beach, tanning, & flirting with guys! Lucy: (also walking backwards to face Jasmine)And if there are two things we know you love they're tanning and guys! Jasmine: Yeah, your right. *starts smiling but still not sure* ( joins her friends in walking backward and starts laughing) *Collision!!* Jasmine's P.O.V: We were walking backwards probably having the most fun out of all the people in the airport! Ahh, it feels good to laugh again :). Oh my god what was that? Oh snap...we just bumped into 3 cute guys like idiots. *End of P.O.V* Jasmine: Oh my gosh I'm soooooo sorry! ??? #1: its okay! Julia: No we should have been paying attention. ??? #2: don't worry about it, we sometimes do that too! Lucy: Are you guys okay? We kinda *gets red* had some momentum there! ??? #3: (Laughs) we're all good! (Jasmine finally turns around after picking up the guys stuff and her stuff and looks in his eyes) Jasmine: *breath taken away* Woah...Your Justin Bieber. Justin: The one and only! *smiles irresitably* Julia: (turns around at hearing his name) ... *tries not to scream* Oh (eyes light up) you must be Christian then! Christian: Yeah, nice to meet ya!! Julia: (laughs and obviously starts flirting) Lucy: So you must be Ryan ( A. N. not Jasmine's ex) Ryan: Yupp! Jasmine's P.O.V: TELL HIM YOUR NAME STUPID!!!! NOOO STOP TURINING BRIGHT RED! PLEASE! FOR YOUR SAKE!!! YOU MAY HAVE A CHANCE WITH THIS KID!!!!!*End of P.O.V* Jasmine: Hi I'm Jasmine, thats Julia and Lucy. Julia and Lucy: ( very intrested in the guys they bumped into) 'sup. Jasmine: Again we're sorry we bumped into you guys! Justin: (Laughs) it's no problem what so ever! Justin's P.O.V: Jasmine keeps apologizing but its fine! I'm kinda glad they bumped into us, Jasmine's cute! I wonder if she likes me or not...*End of P.O.V* Justin: So you wanna get together sometime? Julia: Sure, that would be fun! Lucy: Definitely! Jasmine: Sure *P.O.V; YESS!!! please please please say hang out at the beach! End of P.O.V* Justin: How about the beach? Jasmine, Julia, & Lucy: Sounds awesome! Justin: Great! Um do you guys need a ride home? Lucy: Nah we're good my dad is around here somewhere. Thanks though! Ryan: No problem (smiling) Justin: Can I have your number...you know to keep in touch! Jasmine: Oh sure its 504-2990 ( A.N. i made the number up!) Okay, we have to go look for Lucy's dad now. Justin: & we have to go look for my mom now. Oh there she is over there! Lucy: Hey! thats my dad standing next to her! Christian: Lets walk over together. ( Links arms with Julia) Julia's P.O.V: Did Christian just link arms with me?! omg he's sooo cute!! I think I like him more than Justin...wait a minute. Nah. I like him more than Justin.*End of P.O.V* WOOO! ok its a tuesday that feels like a fridayy! Oh and if Chaz's picture is up there then just replace Ryan's name with Chaz but i dont think it is! Ok so for all my subscribers: THANKSS!!
Shout as though you would shatter mountains, whisper as though you would lull a child to sleep. The voice is a wonderful yet horrible thing. With one word, you can inspire someone to do great things, yet with another you can cause one to commit suicide. There are those who make a living with their voice. Those who sing, those who tell tales, but their mastery of their own voice is novice at best. Then there are those who have complete mastery over their voice. Those you must be wary of, for they can instill an obedience in you unlike any other. I have seen a man gouge out his own eyeballs, another rip out his own tongue, and another still forcibly remove his own trachea. If you do happen to meet one such as this, pray you have something on your person to commit suicide, for that will be a fate far more favorable to what this person has in store for you. Do not think for a moment that gouging out your eardrums will save you, for you will still FEEL their voice, feel its power. Although I would imagine this warning is useless, because there is no way to tell who has a voice such as this until you hear them, and if you hear them, well, it's already too late; but enough about this. If you don't mind, I'd like you to do a little something for me...... Straight out of my ass, WOOSH.
Alex sat on his neatly made bed. He was tired and still in his underwear and t-shirt. He didn't want to get up and get dressed, for the fear of a cold wooden floor touching his bare feet. He didn't want to go to school and walk through the cold wind. The window was open, the wind made the curtains wave and ripple. There was an ambiance throughout room. The only noise was made by the wind. Alex was worried. He hated a dead silence like this in the morning, he despised silence. He was scared of it. Even birds chirping or a mouse squeaking would be of some comfort and safety. In the silence of his room, Alex could hear voices. “You're not safe here.” said a woman's voice. He looked around, but saw no one. “You're in danger, Alex!” said another man's voice. The voice was loud and almost convincing. Alex was scared now. These people sounded like they were coming from the back of his head. It kept getting louder and louder. “They're out to get you, Alex!” “Run! Don't let them catch you!” said the voices. Alex was confused and worried. He had done nothing, but was somehow worried that someone or something was out to get him. He looked over at his wallpaper. It showed beautiful white silhouettes of flying doves, their wings spread as far as they could go. In the background were gray twisting vines, looking chaotic at first, but they were all set up in twisted rows, no vines straying from the pattern. The imagery comforted Alex. “What's that?!” a voice said worriedly. Alex looked over to a spot where one of the doves seemed more detailed than the others. He stared at it, wondering why it would be different, wondering why he had never noticed it. It became more and more detailed. It's feathers were starting to come out, it's chest looked like it was protruding from the wall. It looked more like a wall decoration now than a silhouette. “Oh god, it wants to attack you!” said the woman. “Kill it!” yelled the man. Alex was afraid. This wasn't possible, how could two-dimensional picture look so real all of the sudden? Alex was still staring at, watching it come alive before him. It's talons were now showing and it's eyes grew out from it's skull. The beak appeared onto the dove's face. Suddenly, the wing moved. “Kill it! It's going to peck your eyes out and eat out your brain!” said the woman. “It'll scratch your face off and pick at our flesh!” said the man. “Kill it, kill it, kill it!” chanted the voices frantically. They were so loud, it felt like there was a blaring speaker in his head. Then, over the loud voices, Alex heard the bird squawk. That was it. Alex couldn't take it. He ran for the bird, his fist clenched and repeatedly punched the hellish dove. As he pounded the bird it made demonic, painful screeches. It's skeleton was no protection against Alex's rage. The was blood on the walls, on the floors, and on Alex. The bird didn't make a sound. Alex stopped hitting the bird. It's beak was broken and it's chest torn open by it's own compound fractures. Feathers stuck to the blood Alex's body. Alex was shaking violently. “It deserved it,” said the woman. “That bird would have murdered you.” “Well done, Alex,” The man said. His bedroom door opened. Alex jumped back at the sound and looked over, defensively. His mother was standing in the doorway. She held a brown paper bag filled with groceries. She looked at him in shock. “You're not in school,” she said. “And...why on earth is there an enormous hole in the wall?” Alex looked behind him. The blood and feathers were gone. There was no bird lying on the floor. His clothes were clean, other than a bit of dust. Alex was in shock. He couldn't say anything. “Oh Alex...” said his mother. “You must have forgotten your medication.” Alex looked at his mother curiously. He noticed that she had just opened the door and was getting on the floor. To Alex’s horror, he witnessed his own mother doing the dinosaur.
Why isn't anyone taking the thread seriously?
[QUOTE=7-8-9;33458684]* Oh and if Chaz's picture is up there then just replace Ryan's name with Chaz but i dont think it is! Ok so for all my subscribers: THANKSS!![/QUOTE] But...Chaz is my name o_O [editline]28th November 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Burgervich;33475632]Why isn't anyone taking the thread seriously?[/QUOTE] people usually dont take these seriously.
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