finally figured out how to make a link! xD
So now i have a different page with links to all the creative writing i’ve done :)
Check it out if you want :D
Last repost from the old blog.
November 11, 2010
I felt it. No words needed to be said.
Her hand softly folded over mine as we sat in complete silence. Her hand was as soft and small as I remembered. Her slender fingers entwined with my calloused ones. I noticed that her nails glimmered ever so slightly when the right amount of light hit the surface. I smiled despite myself.
She still goes to salons…
She always insisted that I come along, but I always brushed her off saying that no man ever goes into a salon and comes out again as a man again. But one day I gave in. Don’t ask me why. Of course, I heard a few murmured whispers and stifled laughs as I walked in with her. When I looked down at her, in hopes that she’ll let me walk out with my dignity still somewhat intact, she looked back with the biggest smile on her face. I stopped. As looked deep into her cerulean eyes, I could literally see the sun shining. Everything about her seem to radiate happiness and her smile made my heart stop. The world ceased to exist. The people disappeared, the salon, the buildings, the sidewalk. It was just Her and me. And as I looked deeper into her eyes, I could see the endless depths of love that encircled me, choked me, drowned me until I could barely breathe. I could feel her hand pressed against mine while my heart beat in rhythm with hers. I vowed to never let her go and—
With a start he looked up. He looked deep into her eyes. It was just for a moment, but a pain like no other pierced his heart.
For a few seconds, they just stared at each other. Two blue. Two green. Two pleading. Two loving.
“I don’t know if I can go—”
“Please, Jay? I know we’ve had some issues in the past….” she trailed off.
He looked down. The way she said it, seemed like she regretted everything. He felt a burning in his heart. He slowly clenched and unclenched his hands.
“Look Jay. You’ve always been there for me, when we were little. Would you please come to the wedding? After that, if you don’t want to stay in-touch…well, then I won’t stop you.”
He ran his hand through his hair. What was the point? Maybe he should tell her.
“Look, Kristal, I have something to tell you first—”
He paused slightly. He concentrated hard. He closed his eyes tried to refocus. He could feel a dull thud resound in his head, like a hammer slowly pounding away at his brain over and over. With some difficulty, he tried to recover his thoughts.
His head was swimming. Could it be? He fought to regain his senses. Slowly everything around him slowed down and he could feel himself falling forward. With some effort, he tried to sit upright, but his body was not cooperating with his brain. As he hit the floor, he faintly heard someone call out his name and then it went black.
Kristal, I—-I’m dying.
PROMPT # FOUR
November 11, 2010
Things aren’t always what they seem to be. It’s all a matter of scale and context. These “mountains” are in reality the folds at the top of a horse’s winter blanket, catching the snow as it falls. Sometimes it’s easy to misread what is being experienced if we don’t have a setting to guide us, or if we as artists or writers don’t provide that information.
Aha, I really don’t know where i was going with this one. Sorry if it seems confusing or unclear, but this was what was going through my mind when I saw the prompt and the picture (im weird xD). Well hope you enjoyed! Good morning, Good night, and Good afternoon! :)
November 11, 2010
Another oldie from the now dead blog :)
October 27, 2010
It was a starless night. The moon wasn’t as bright as the nights before, but the air was crisp. A breeze was no where to be found and the city seemed to be in silent slumber.
*RING RING RIIING*
There was a slight shift under the bedsheets.
*RING RING RIIING*
More shifting. Slowly, a hand snaked out from the covers. With slow and clumsy movements, the hand rested on top of the phone receiver.
*RING RING RII—*
“Kori, it’s Sharon.”
“I’m sorry, you probably don’t remember me. We knew each other in kindergarten? I know that this is random and you’re probably wondering how i found you or why i even remembered you—”
Sharon? Kindergarten? What…
A little boy stands by himself in the corner, while other little kids are running around getting to know their new classmates. He jumps with a start, as he feels a tap on his shoulder.
“Hello, my name is Sharon!”
A little girl with ebony locks and warm chocolate brown eyes gives him a warm smile. The little boy stares intently in confusion. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly shoots out a little hand towards the little girl. The girl’s eyes widen in surprise, then she quickly gives him a cheeky grin and grabs his hand and drags him towards the playground. Soon laughter and happiness could be heard and felt from the monkey bars and swings.
“—and well, my daughter is in need of some extensive surgery and I just so happen—”
“Why did you leave?”
All is quiet in the classroom. All the cots are laid out filled with sleeping, tired five-year olds except for one little boy. Not at all tired, the boy turned his face away from the watching teacher and stared at the walls of the classroom wondering what he could do for next hour. Suddenly, the door of the classroom creaked open. The boy quickly turned his head towards the front of the room. It was a man in a suit. The man slowly made his way to the teacher. The boy strained to hear the whispered conversation.
After a few moments, the teacher gestured towards him. The little boy quickly closed his eyes, feeling guilty that the teacher caught him awake. But as the seconds ticked by, there was no reprimand. Slowly opening one eye, he was surprised to see the man stooping over Sharon. He placed his hand on her shoulder and her eyes fluttered open. They stared at each other for a few seconds, then without a word Sharon stood up and head towards the cubbyholes.
Slowly she emptied out her cubbyhole slowly bringing out her pink unicorn backpack, complete with her lollipop lunchbox, and a few papers. Then without a word, the man thanked the teacher with a nod and walked out—with him Sharon, too, walked out without looking back.
“I don’t think that it’s important righ—”
“I need to know. I need to know why.”
The longing in his voice surprised him. What’s wrong with me? Apparently, she was caught by surprise, too. There was silence on both ends. Why did I say that? I don’t really need to know…do I? Just as he was finding his voice to apologize, Sharon’s voice broke the silence.
“Meet me at the park in five minutes.”
The call ended. Wait, which park? Then without hesitation, he threw on a jacket and headed downstairs.
The roar of an engine could be heard. As the sound slowly faded away, the night clouds seemed to part and a few twinkling lights peeked out from the night sky. The air was crisp and the night was young.
PROMPT # THREE
In the middle of the night, you get an urgent call from a friend you haven’t talked to in years. Something terrible has happened. What is it and why is he/she calling you?
Sharon was an actual friend of mine, not exactly the description, but she was in kindergarten with me. And all of sudden she left, and I never heard from her again. I always wondered where she went or how she’s doing. So I changed the prompt to an almost love story, if that’s what you want to call it. But anyways, hope you you enjoyed & have an AWESOME day!
EDIT: here’s the link to continue the story » http://priscillarodz.tumblr.com/
my friend decided to finish it :P since i wasn’t planning on finishing it.
This is another repost from my old blog. Two more to go.
October 21, 2010
Where could it be?!
Her heart raced. Walking as silently as she could, she slowly made her way to the back of the library. At any moment now the Ideals would come and find her and take her back. If only they would give her a few minutes, she could escape.
“Where did she go?!?!”
Kohlan!! How did they find me? Running swiftly, she delve deeper into the bookshelves. She could hear the shuffle of feet as they searched the front half of the library. Her eyes grazed the bookshelves. If she couldn’t find it before they found her, there was no way she could come back to look. She neared the last few bookshelves—
“AHA! Nowhere to run now, girl!”
She gulped. She quickly turned around and saw that the Chief had cornered her into a cul-de-sac.
“You can never escape this place, many have tried, but you can never come out—well at least alive!” the Chief snarled and laughed.
I have to find it! Where is it? At that moment, luck seem to shine on her. Right near her feet, she saw it.
“What…cat’s got your tongue?” the Chief guffawed.
Without a moment to lose, she murmered a few words and looked the Chief straight in the eye,
“The cats never get my tongue.”
Poof. Smoke flew up everywhere. The Chief wheezed and coughed. Jaylen yanked the book and held it in her arms. Suddenly the bookshelf began to rumble and brighten. Then there was a flash and she was gone. When the smoke cleared, the Chief looked around and saw that Jaylen had disappeared. His eyes grew big with surprise, then pure anger.
“Guards, surround the premises! We have a mouse to catch!”
Hi, my name is Chason. This is the story of my sister.
Haha sorry about the end. I got really lazy and didn’t want to go into detail :P
PROMPT # TWO
One day, at your local public library, you are looking around the very back shelves. There is a particularly boring looking book there, but for some reason it catches your interest and you find yourself removing it from the shelf. However, as soon as you move the book, the bookcase opens in like a door, revealing a deep dark tunnel. Write this scene.
Aha..i can’t seem to stick to the original prompt, but i guess i tweaked it to more of the fantasy side. Hope you don’t mind :D have a nice day!
Repost from my old blog :D
October 20, 2010
How are you doing? I’m not doing so good. Haven’t been the same since i blocked you out of my life. Probably wasn’t the best decision of my life, but hey, I didn’t want to keep living with that burden for a while.
I mean one thing led to another and my life took a whole different direction. I’m not the same person I was before when I had you in my life. My friends. They’re all gone. When I first let you go, I blamed them for turning away from me, but in reality, I realized that I was the one who pushed them away. I found a new group of friends. Well, “friends”. They’re not like my old ones. They’re the complete opposite. It was fun for awhile until someone got hurt and that’s where the trouble started. I’ve tasted, smelled, and seen things that I can’t even begin to describe and don’t want you to know about. So I left them. Just like that. I mean people say it’s so hard to leave a life like that, but I did just that. The only thing is…I went back. Ha. Your past has a way of pouncing on you when everything in life seems back in order. The life I led for the past few years, the “good” life, came crashing down when my “friends” came back for me. I’m back where I am since the beginning and this time I think there’s no way out. You could say that my life went backwards and is heading towards a life of nonexistence.
Well, I’m here to say, yes it’s my fault. And I’m sorry I let you out of my life. I don’t know if you want back in (because I’m sure you’ve seen where my life is going), but I would appreciate it. Well, I guess i should get back to my “friends”.
— your kid
PROMPT # ONE
Write a letter apologizing to your conscience. Or reverse it and write a letter where your conscience apologizes to you.
i switched it to “a letter to God.” hope you don’t mind :) have a nice day!
A beautiful melody, heavy with grief, reached his ears as he opened the doors of the church. The door creaked, as he stepped inside the air-conditioned room. A few heads turned, and the speaker paused and glanced up to find the culprit of the interruption. After a few seconds, the speaker clears his throat ready to begin his speech anew. To the few heads that still stared at the stranger, he gave a quick nod of apology and slipped into the back pew. With that, the service continued.
Why am I here?
“We are here on behalf of Joey Osten…” the speaker continues. A woman’s wail was heard from the front of the church. It echoed through the walls of the church. The man cringed, but not in response to the woman’s cry of anguish. It was the name. That name. Joey. The man’s face contorted into pain, but only for a second. That named surfaced so many memories into his mind, but now was not the time. With a last bit of effort, he forced those memories into the furthest crevices of his mind and turned his attention back to the service.
“Mrs. Osten, would you please come up to say a few words.” As the speaker stepped down, a woman from the front pew stood up and made her way to the podium. Her face was stained with tear stains and she carried a handkerchief which from his point of view was drenched with tears. The man guessed that it was Jo-..Mr. Osten’s mother. Despite the situation, the corner of his lip turned up in a half smirk. His friend could never settle for one woman. He hated being grounded, so to him marriage was not an option. In fact, he hated being grounded to anything…
“Thank you all for coming. I know Joey wasn’t the best of boys, but he would have appreciated all of you..”
Mrs. Osten gasped and sobbed. The stranger realized that must have been the woman that cried out earlier. A movement from the front pew caught the corner of his well-trained eye. A man hurriedly made his way to Mrs. Osten’s side. The man looked very dignified and poised. His jet black hair was slicked black and he had strong facial features. His skin was bronzed like those out of a modeling magazine. In fact, he looked like a politician and a ladies’ man. His face held similarities to that of the deceased, but harsher and colder. He looked very familiar.
Maybe an uncle? Nah, too young. A cousin, maybe? Or maybe even a brother? Though he never talked about a brother…
“I’m sure, my mother, is very happy that you all took the time to come. Mary Ann? Would you finish the service?”
Bingo. It would be like him not to mention having a brother. From the looks of it, seems like it’s his little brother.
He watched as the other Mr. Osten held Mrs. Osten and led her back to the pew. As the music of the violin washed over him, he felt himself relax as he sifted through his childhood memories to remember anything about this man who called Mrs. Osten mother and indirectly claimed the right to being the deceased’s brother. The service ended, and guests were directed to the front of the church to pay their last respects to Mr. Osten and condolences to his family. Even as he made his way up, the stranger’s thoughts scanned through endless childhood memories searching for the face and name of the unknown brother.
Funny? I can’t believe I didn’t recognize Joey’s mother…”
Soon he found himself in front of the casket, and glancing down he recognized the Joey he’d always known. Suited in a tuxedo, his blonde hair was slicked back like that of his brother, but what caught his eye was his facial expression. It wasn’t at all like Joey’s usual expression, but his lips were in a straight line almost in a grimace. Like he was hurting.
Is this what the old man was talking about?
“You seem a little too happy for a time like this, stranger.”
The voice sounded harsh, you could say cynical. He glanced up and found himself face to face with Mr. Osten, brother of the deceased.
So this story was like from a year ago? Yeah i think so. And i can’t exactly remember where I was going with this or what the title was, but i hope you enjoy :) [here priscilla? happy xD]
I’ll think of a title….eventually. And a plotline :P
just revamped the blog!
looks like a watermelon O__o
probably because i’m craving some…
anyways probably going to post a few stories here and there that i think of right before i go to sleep (i don’t know imagining random stuff helps me fall asleep)
oh. and of course. reblogs :)
i dont know what im going to do with my life.
and lately ive been a sour mood these past nights and i dont know the reason.
Depressing, isn’t it? :/