This is for those who might be looking for a way to improve their story-writing skills. I have only a few resources, and most of them are on story/novel-writing, and do not cover the things in school.

So if anyone has ANY guides on writing, or have ANY links to websites with good tips, please comment on this post, and I'll add them to their respective lists. As you can see from the ridiculously tiny lists, I need more.

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- 10:27 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Dear Forever,
I hear that a couple of students going to my school are planning a mass-murder. I don't know their names.

I wish I knew their reasons for planning such a thing. Maybe I knew them before. Maybe I didn't. I hear the other students calling them 'fags' or 'nerds' or some other condescending names. I don't like that, even though I am not the one they're saying such things to. Maybe it was because people kept calling them names that they wanted to kill everyone. I think I could have been their friends, if I knew them.

Christopher says he knew they would've done this sooner or later, but he wouldn't tell me their names. I don't know why, but I trust Christopher, so I didn't ask again.

I wonder if anyone had tried to really be friends with them? Maybe if they had more friends they wouldn't be doing such things.

Mom is still hopeful that I may regain my memories. She took out all the things that the past me use to like and asked me to look through them. It was the same as when I was just released from the hospital. Mom did that for a couple of months, but when my memories would not return she stopped.

I know that the past me never paid any interest to girls. Christopher told me so, but I know that because no girl has tried to form a relationship with me in those two years.

Anyhow, I still remembered nothing, so Mom took the things away. She says we will try again tomorrow. I dislike doing that, because nothing ever happens. I want to remember, but I dislike the pressure Mom gives me to do so.

Cory
14 April 1999


The 'mass murder' referenced here is the Columbine High School massacre which happened on 20 April 1999.

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- 7:54 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

This is typically what Mr Bean does.

He began to stroke his favourite rabbit. Penelope was what he had named it. Penelope was pink and had shimmering gold ears that were loped. She had white mittons and baby booties that suited her fur color really well. And this Carmine beret that matched the angle of its face perfectly. She had prominent eyes and a type of nose any stuffed toy would have.

Charlie treated Penelope like a queen, he was willing to serve her. He often wears his entire paycheck for her. Penelope had a wardrobe full of accessories, clothing and shoes. Her wardrobe was like one that belonged to people who were filthy rich. Gucci Sunglasses, Dior outfits, Balenciaga shoes. All of them were oversized for her, but Charlie didn't seem to bother.

"Come girl, have a seat. Tea'd be ready in no time. Just give me a sec, I'll go get the tea cups." And so, he did. He scurried to the kitchen to get the cups. He grabbed them, and then ran back to his closet. "I'm back my dear!" He pulled out a chair for himself and he started brewing tea."Would you prefer Raspberry rose or Lemon Honeybush? Okay, I'll guess you'd prefer the first one. Besides, lemon is really sour, I don't think you will like it." He was practically talking to himself, it was as if he were suffering from autism or something.

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- 7:31 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Just in case nobody knows, PBJT stands for Peanut Butter Jelly Time. Honestly. It's older than dirt. You should've known this by now.

     'And then he just disappeared,' John was saying. 'Poof. Just like that.' He looked towards Twinkle, still staring intently at him, that familiar glint in her eyes that tells him that she's absorbing every little thing he was saying, etching his words into her vast memory. 'So? What do you think?'
     The multicoloured fowl watched him with glittering eyes. Then, after a long consideration, she uttered a single cheep.
     John smiled. He patted her lightly on her head, and said, 'That's what I thought.'

     John had known Twinkle for just as long as he had been a vampire. His sire, the Ancient Arlios, had presented her to him the day after he awoke. She was just a little chick then, her now-colourful plumage had yet to grow in, but to John she was—and still is—the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
     'Treat her well,' Arlios had said, 'For she will bring you aid in the times when I am no longer able to do so.' Soon after, he went out into the sunrise, and yelled a loud, guttural cry, for he was burning up. Flames erupted from his body, incinerating his every being, and yet his clothes and jewellery remained untouched.
     John was unable to retrieve his last memories of his sire until nightfall. By then, those precious belongings had vanished, perhaps picked up by a travelling gypsy coven. Though incredibly saddened, John was also mystified as to how he had lain undiscovered.
     Then Twinkle gave a hearty chirp. John did not know how, but he knew that this tiny, lavender-tinted chick had saved him. Hidden him with an unknown spell.
     John would later spend three whole months hunting down and gorging on the blood of that gypsy coven which had taken the remnants of master away.

     'Well, I didn't get to feed tonight,' John muttered, after a while. 'Good thing I ate yesterday.'
     Suddenly, his ears picked up a scratching nose. Someone was clawing away at the entrance. John stood his ground, knowing full well that he had no way of escaping, anyhow.
     There was a muffled sound from behind the huge rock. A female. Something about blasting away the rock. Then another voice joined in, this time somewhat deeper, which John recognised as a young male. They were arguing, by the tone of their voices. Then there was a very, very soft sigh.
     The blast shook the small cavern, and for a moment John thought that it was going to cave in, but it held despite the massive amounts of crumbling. Twinkle did not move, as though she knew what would happen.
     Then slowly, very slowly, a hand found its way onto the cavern's floor, followed by a mop of dirty blonde hair. A face popped up, and looked around for a few seconds. The mouth opened into a Cheshire grin as the boy locked eyes with John.
     The vampire gasped. Had Twinkle's magic not worked? He wanted to look at his faithful pet, to determine the cause. But try as he might, his eyes would not move away, for the boy had stolen his gaze. The boy opened his mouth to speak.
     'Aha! I knew it!'

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- 12:57 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Dear Forever,
Christopher is really amazing. Despite all that abuse yesterday, he was back up and about, healthy as a horse. I asked Christopher what he would do to those people, but he did not frown. He smiled a little smile and just said, 'It happens all the time.'

Perhaps Christopher was more hated than I thought. I find it rather strange that people would dislike Christopher, though. I do not see what there is to dislike about Christopher, especially since he never seems to take enough offense at anything to hurt people.

Mom brought me back to the doctor's after that incident, and he asked me to describe my memories to him. Strangely enough, I could not remember them at all, so I told the doctor that they were just flashes. Mom seemed really disappointed, and yet relieved at the same time.

I wonder if I had done something really bad before the accident? Maybe Mom did not want me to go back to the way I was.

I just thought that I should update you on yesterday.

Cory
13 April 1999

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- 2:58 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Maybe he could just wait and see... before deciding on what to do... thought Erik.

Meanwhile, John Smith descended onto the earth below, overwhelmed with fatigue after a few hours of aimless flying. Somehow the encounter with Erik left him intrigued and baffled still. There was just something about Erik, something out of the common. And John Smith felt that he had to know what it was, which surprised even he himself, really, because he wasn't the type who would give a damn about what was going on around him. For 250 centuries, he had lived a life of absolute oblivion. He had witnessed how the Earth had evolved over the lapse of time, seen how people around him grew gray and frail then died, and such. But he didn't care.
All that mattered to him was probably just himself. And oh yeah, his pet - a rainbow chicken.

"Ah Twinkle, Twinkle dear. My lovely fat chicken! How have you been?" smiled John Smith, wearing an expression of kindness and affection. Twinkle, John's sole companion for the past 250 centuries, was somewhat mystical as well. John had found Twinkle callously abandoned on a fluffy white cloud during one of his aimless flights, and then decided to bring her home.

Twinkle clucked wildly, flapping those wings of hers that would never be able to take flight. She was a lively chicken, plump and full of vigour. A body of vibrant rainbow colours of different shades made her look outstanding and pretty, while her silver beak sparkled dazzingly. Her feathers were soft-like and fine, hence Twinkle made a very comfortable cushion. Living with John Smith, who although was eccentric at times, for the past 250 centuries had nurtured a sense of attachment between them both.

"Guess what! I had a extraordinarily weird encounter with some random cross-dresser today and..." John said in a smooth tone, as he started to give Twinkle, his one and only friend, a full account of his day like what he would do every other day...

Sorry I just couldn't resist introducing a rainbow chicken, I JUST HAD TO. Ah, those sweet, sweet memories... Somehow I feel that The Silly Story isn't what it used to be like anymore :l

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- 6:44 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 3 Comments -

Dear Forever,
Something strange happened today. I was brought back to the day the accident took place. It wasn't really of where it did, but how it did.

Remember when I said nobody ever dared to mess with Christopher? Well, I was so wrong. Class was dismissed and we were tidying our lockers. I wanted to ask him to tutor me in Math. Reason being, I failed my Math last semester and if I carried on like that, I'd be asked to retain for a year. I really don't want to waste a year learning the same things with the same textbooks all over again. So I had no choice but to work even harder to get desirable results. "Hey, Christopher. Could you.." and even before I could finish my question, a group pupils came charging towards us.

They were like an angry mob, chasing after our lives after we'd offended them. But I didn't know anyone of them, their faces were totally unrecognized by me.
"We're here to take revenge." One of them said. And after that, they came nearer and nearer to us. Christopher pushed me away and asked me to go, get away from there and he asked me to stay out of his affairs from then on.

I didn't go, I was worried, worried that he'll be badly bruised. But staying there was of no help, I just stood there and witnessed the scene where he was beaten to a pulp. They punched him in the stomach till he regurgitated bright red blood, a lot of it. They kicked his groin several times. I could tell that he was in very much pain and was on the verge of tears. The blood.. It seemed ridiculously familiar, it was as if I had seen that much blood before.

Images started forming in my mind abruptly. They were sweeping across my brain vaguely but I could tell that they were the ones from that accident. Don't tell me, my memories were coming back. At that very moment, I felt a piercing pain. I was having a terrible headache, it was as if I were suffering from a migraine. I tried to calm down, and stop thinking but it was almost impossible to. It kept coming back, the pain and the blood that was on me. I couldn't take it anymore, I screamed at the top of my voice.

A teacher came to help Christopher up, and she asked me if I was alright. She thought that I screamed because of the trauma caused by all the bashing. I told her I was perfectly fine, and I went home after that. Then, I was still having the major headache, even till now. But the pain has gone down tremendously, now. God knows when it would come back. My guess would be, soon enough.

I think I'll go have a nap. Perhaps, it'll make me feel better.

Cory
12 April 1999

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- 4:11 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Giselle wished she was living in a dream, but no. Indeed, she had lose her chastity. She could still remember the day, so vividly. When the monster pinned her down and groped her, exploiting every membrane of her flesh. She struggled. She cried. She fought. But all was just a helpless struggle against this lustful creature gone bestial.

Her pain condensed into a thin, sharp wail. She struggled even more. However, it seemed that the more she tried to, the more it fired his lustful energy. Seized by such monstrous terror, she wished at that instant she could die.

Something as sacred as her chastity, was tainted. By the blood of this monster who was on top of her, carrying on the unspeakable act.

As she sobbed silently, she wondered would Harper still want her, now that she was tainted and filthy.

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- 5:54 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Three years - that was how long she had been gone for. Gone without a word, leaving behind all her loved ones. Leaving behind her dear Harper. Leaving behind her blissful life. But she didn't have much of her choice. It was not what she wanted. After that horrific incident, she didn't see how she couldn't not leave. Now, three years had lasped, and she has returned.

She thought that after three years finally could she live properly again. That things were starting to look up. Nightmares that used to haunt her in her sleep, replaying those horrifyng images, were getting less frequent. During this long lull of three years, she struggled hard to cope, with no one by her side. She thought she could put behind her the horrific incident take took place. However, she had been so, so wrong.

Stepping out of the doctor's clinic, Giselle held her medical report in her hands. She could not bear to look at it another time. Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, or AIDS as one would call it - that was what she had been diagnosed with. To say that she was flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was impossible, yet it was real.

Why is this happening to me? I did nothing wrong, I didn't ask for... that to happen. It's not my fault... so why is this happening to me? Giselle silently thought to herself. Till now, even after three years, she still could not bring herself to mention the word 'rape'. Yes, that was what left her with no choice but to leave. She didn't see how she could face everyone else after what happened. Especially not Harper. The shame, the humiliation. How could she even ever tell Harper that her assailant was his best friend himself?

Then, she began to replay the whole incident; - the incident that left her so traumatised - how it all began and what happened, in her head once more...

Sorry this is the best I can do. Typing that four-letter word was bad enough - even typing the F-word is much easier. I don't think I can manage, and neither am I going to describe erm... the 'graphic part'. Ho-hum.

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- 4:58 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Okay, since none of us have any experience whatsoever in doctoring, I am going to assume that this story takes place in a different yet similar world to Earth, where all the various inventions of time have occurred in different ways and different times.

     'Doctor Keel, Doctor Keel!' The reported shouted, running after the now-famous surgeon who was briskly walking away from his workplace, Long Road Hospital. Despite wearing pumps supported only by a long and ridiculously thin pillar, she managed to catch up to him.
     'Doctor Keel, you have just finished the first successful Batista surgery, how do you feel?'
     Charlie Keel tilted his head back slightly to inspect the reported, still holding her silver microphone towards him. He squinted. The reporter was dressed in men's clothing: a creamy two-piece, double-breasted suit, complete with shoulder pads. Her face was caked with at least an inch of foundation
Charlie snorted.
     'Go away, blondie.' He said, without any emotion.
     'And what is that supposed to mean, sir?' The reporter's eyes narrowed. She wouldn't be here if her superiors had not demanded it so. 'I asked you how you felt after completing the first successful Batista surgery.'
     Charlie stared as if gazing back into the portals of his mind. He said, in a low voice, 'Happy, I suppose.'
     'And what do you think contributed to your success?'
     He turned his eyes back to her, now standing unnaturally still. The side of his mouth curved up into a sinister grin, and he said, 'I research a lot.'
     Then he turned on his heel and walked away before the reporter could say another word.

     'Mom, Dad, I'm home.' Charlie announced as he stepped into the house. A few seconds passed as Charlie listened intently for any noise. There wasn't any, of course. There hadn't been a single, living person in the Keel house for twenty-seven years, apart from Charlie himself.
     Charlie walked up to the second floor and into his walk-in closet. It was nearly bare, the only clothes he owned in abundance were white coats. Towards the end, however, the paltry amount of clothes gave way to an abundance of stuffed dolls, particularly those of rabbits. They were of all shapes and sizes, from a gigantic, yellow soft plush rabbit, to a small, purple hare, barely bigger than a hand.
     Charlie switched on the lights, and as he did so, he whispered, 'I'm home, darlings.'

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- 9:20 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Some things the moderators would like to highlight:

Please note that while it is okay to come up with your own story, please give the other authors a blooming chance to continue it, instead of updating it yourself practically everyday.

The whole point and significance of The Great Story Project, again I repeat, is to have everyone coming together to work on a story and complete it. A joint effort, in other words. Not to exploit the chance to publish your very own story here. This is not meant to be a collection of different stories by different people. It is supposed to be many people coming together to write a story. So in this case, we have several stories that you can choose from to continue. Try writing different parts of every story. Stop doing your own things already.

Every author, kindly refer back to the rules. Not just the format to keep in mind, please be aware of this tradition that we have that is mentioned in the particular post above. This is a tradition the founders have started ever since we started the Project in class, on pen and paper by hand. Not something thought of on a whim when we started the site; it had been thought up before the site existed.

Also note that a 'John Smith' has appeared in 'The Silly Story' but anyone is free to use him as a character in whatever story (and part) they are writing, as long as the tradition is adhered to. And remember: John Smith dies by the end of the story.

Also, the tally is updated every weekend.

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- 8:36 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Vampires...Vampire Hunters...
I dont really believe in them...
I dont really care...
All I want to be is an average schoolgirl...
Popular...good in studies and sports...have a boyfriend...
But no....
Since Im born into the Yamato Family...
I need to carry on their legacy...
Hell with Legacy...
I want to enjoy my life!!!!

Hey... I have three older brothers...
Tell them to do the Vampire Hunting...
LEAVE ME OUT OF IT!!!!
But no....
My parents insisted I be part of the family business...
If it was normal stuff like selling goods or manufacturing...
Sure I will consider...
But...VAMPIRE HUNTING....count me out!

People kept calling me a weirdo...
Having a family obsessed with Vampires...
Boys would not go near me...
Girls kept making fun of me...
I have no friends...
The friend I once had moved away...
As her parents did not want her to be involved with a vampire hunter's daughter...
Yes...my father is a Vampire Hunter...or so that was what he called himself...
Unfortunately...there are no more Vampires in this time and age...so he is unemployed...
I kept telling him to get a decent job to support the family....but no....
He only wanted to hunt Vampires...
My father is hopeless...
My brothers are useless....
They kept getting into fights and caused public uproar...
I was forced to work as a cleaner in a restaurant to earn some bread for the family...
The Yamato Family are quite disliked by the other residents of Halifax...
Oh God...why must I be part of this family?
I kept cursing God...instead of praying to him...
I lost faith in God long time ago...
Ever since I was born into this pathetic family...

The only one I cared about was my mother...
Yeah sure...she is also obsessed with Vampire Hunting...but...
She allowed me to choose what I want to achieve in life...
She knew I hate the whole Vampire business...
She took care of me...showered me with the love she had never given to my brothers...
Despite my mother's care and concern, I still wanted to leave the family...

One night...I looked up at the sky and noticed a shooting star...I make a wish...
How foolish I was...to make that wish...
Things started to happen...
People started to fall ill...
Teeth marks were found on their necks...
The marks....resembled a Vampire bite...
In all my sixteen years of girlhood.... my family went into action...
They took out knives...guns...all the vampire hunting equipment...
And dashed out of the house without noticing me already prepared them breakfast...
I was deeply angered...I ate my share of the breakfast...and left for school...

As usual...people, once caught sight of me, started to tease me and pull pranks on me...
The boys in my school started to harass me in groups...
The teachers did nothing...as they too despised the Yamato family...
I managed to reach my classroom unscathed...
Quite an achievement I must say...
There was a transfer student...and he would be joining our class...
The boy had a fair skin...and blonde hair which shone under the sunlight...
Is it just me or the boy seem to be avoiding the sunlight?
His eyes were blue in colour...the colour of the clear sky...
The boy noticed me staring at me and I blushed...
My heart started to beat fast....
What is this feeling I am experiencing? I shook my head...
The boy introduced himself...

"My name is Rick Masters... I'm from England...I have come to Japan...to live in Halifax with my grandparents...Nice to meet you all."

He ended his introduction with a bow. My homeroom teacher , Miss Sara, told him to find an empty seat and make himself comfortable... All the girls shoved away the boys sitting next to them...and asked Rick to sit with them...
I sighed...
Our class seating arrangement...boy and girl sitting beside each other...
No surprise...I'm alone...
Despite all the girls in my class offering the seat beside them...Rick ignored them...and walked over to the seat beside me. Everybody in my class gasped and started whispering.
I could feel my heart beating faster than ever...
Rick smiled at me. That made me blushed even more...
"May I sit beside you?"
It took me awhile to gain back my composure.
"Sure."
Rick sat down and stared at my face.
"What's your name?"
"Ruri...Ruri Yamato."
Suddenly, I noticed the change of expression in Rick's face. From a charming face to an expression of pure anger and rage. I rubbed my eyes...and saw Rick's charming face again...
Did I imagine it?
"Ruri...Can we be friends?"
I started to get nervous again...Oh geez...whats wrong with me today? Why is it Im like this when I am with this boy? Wait...what did he ask?"
"Excuse me?"
"I was asking with we could be friends."
My heart skipped a beat. Friends? Friends with me?! I must not let this chance slipped away. Must act natural.
"Sure."
Rick gave me another smile. Somehow...I felt I just did something incredible...and wished this friendship would work out...and may develop to something more...
Eh...wait!!!! HOLD THAT THOUGHT!!!

End of Ruri's Point of View

This stupid girl does not know what I planned for her...
Just my luck to bump into the daughter of the Yamato Family living here...
I will be her friend and gain her trust...
Then...I can put my plan in motion...
Hahaha!

End of Rick's Thoughts

To be Continued....

Labels: The Devil's Resurrection, Zikry

- 12:50 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 1 Comments -

     As John Smith flew further into the night, he could not help but be plagued by his horrific actions. Just what in the world had possessed him to do such incredulous things? He pressed on in the darkness, trying to forget the events.
     In a small corner of a street not far away from where John found him, Erik reappeared underneath a flickering street lamp. Mysteriously enough, his drag clothes had disappeared, replaced with a casual shirt and jeans. Erik stared hard at the sky, as though he could see John flying about.
     Of course, he couldn't. He was just a mere human, after all.
     But not just any human, for Erik just so happened to be a direct descendant of John Smith himself. His great-great-great-grandson, to be exact. And somewhere along the way, a little bit of magic had been introduced into the great Smith family. Occasionally, a Smith child is born with the ability to manoeuvre between the cracks of reality. The power of teleportation.
     Erik held his head in his hand, leaning against the faulty lamp post. He had heard all about his great-great-great-grandfather, who had allegedly been kidnapped and made into a vampire long before he was born, and never seen again. He had also been taught in the ways of vampire hunting, for his family was a family of vampire hunters. By failing in his task, Erik's great-great-great-grandfather, John Benedict Smith, had betrayed the entire family.
     Erik had been standing out for weeks, waiting for his old ancestor to come, knowing of his fondness for beautiful women. But when he finally saw the vampire, Erik did not know what to do. His stake lay useless in his handbag, untouched.
     For John Smith had looked way, way younger than Erik had envisioned: the pale, unmarked face of a man barely past his twenties. Too young, Erik thought. He looks so much younger than me.
     Erik teleported to his soft bed at home, falling onto the sheets with heavy thoughts in his head.
     How can he possibly kill his only remaining relative?

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- 10:49 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Dear Forever,
I know that I have a friend named Christopher Allen Rowan. He says that he is my best friend. I do not know if he is telling the truth, but something tells me that I should just take his word for it.

The people in school are treating me very well. They do not push me against the lockers like what I sometimes see along the hallway. Most try to stay out of my way, actually. I wonder if I was an unpopular person before. I have seen a few looks directed my way. Christopher tells me not to worry, but I just cannot be still.

I think Christopher is a very nice person. He is built like a bear: strong, muscular, and tall. Nobody dares to mess with him. To someone like me, I feel safe with Christopher around. But Christopher is not a bully. He does not stick people into lockers without their permission, and I have seen him carrying books and other things for the teachers.

Nobody seems to like Christopher, though. I do not understand why. Maybe it is because although he could, he is not on the school team and does not do all that sexy stuff with the cheerleaders. I have heard many stories about the jocks and the cheerleaders doing things in the bathrooms.

I have not written anything for the past couple of days, because nothing interesting had happened. Netty broke a vase while jumping for the catnip yesterday. I think I should not have played with her so close to the dining table. Mom was angry, but she did not say anything to me. She told me to be more careful next time.

I think Mom was trying to be sympathetic. Do you think so too?

Also, Dad called back earlier today. He said that he would be coming home in a few weeks, and if we would like to request any presents. I asked Dad for more books. I had finished reading all of the hundred and forty-three books in my room in the summer I came home from the hospital. Simon asked for more materials for his model aircrafts. I know that Simon wants to be a pilot when he grows up. 'Just like Dad,' he said. But I know that Dad had never worked with aeroplanes, and I think Simon knows that as well.

I have to go to bed soon, so I will stop here for today.

Cory
9 April 1999

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- 2:06 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

In my whole life...
I have always been the hunter...the predator...
Now...I am the prey...during the night...
To think...they would have the courage to face me and put an end to me...
Now...I am running to save my life...from being exterminated by those vampire hunters...
I counted two...and armed with equipment...I have never seen...
I ran...and ran...
The moonlight lit the road ahead for me...
It was brighter than usual...to me...
Is this a blessing....or a sign that this was my last day?

I could hear the hunters gaining on me...
Was what I did so sinful that I must be hunted down and exterminated?
I did what a vampire always do...
I feed on the blood of humans...
How else would I gain blood to quench my thirst?
Animal blood would never satisfy me...
Those women I sucked blood from...
Didnt they all survived?
They will not die from my bite...
But why...are there rumours of those women dying?
Why was I blamed?
Is it because I am a monster?

Those were my final thoughts before I was exterminated by the vampire hunters...Jun and Wes Yamato...The Yamato Family were a famous Vampire Hunter Family who have been hunting Vampires before me. I laid down on the floor...preparing myself to be turned to dust...
I could hear the two hunters laughing and enjoying themselves watching me during my final moments. Before I slept for eternity...Jun Yamato knelt down and whispered into my ear.

"All those woman...all those lives you have claimed...were...not...your doing...But ours!!!"

This revelation hitted me like lightning. The Hunters killed the woman so they have an excuse to wipe me out of existence... I tried to get up and kill them...but I felt all my energy was gone... I could feel my legs no longer...as they have turned to dust...Jun and Wes sneered as I started to disappear... With the strength I have left, I said...

"I will return...and exact my revenge on you Yamatos...Beware Yamatos...I will COME BACK!!!"

That was centuries ago...
Now is the year 2000
I have been reborned as a boy in a rich family...
But alas...my parents died in an airplane crash...
And I return to the Village of Halifax...
the Village of where I spent my whole past life...
to live with my grandparents...
Fate may have brought me back here for a reason...
The Yamato Family still live in Halifax...
I decided to start planning my revenge...
With this body...
and my vampire powers...
I will triumph!!!!

My name is not Ransik, the Vampire...

But Rick Masters...

Watch Out Yamatos...

Your Worst Nightmare is here!

This Part 1 is told in Ransik/Rick's Point of View.

Labels: The Devil's Resurrection, Zikry

- 9:18 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 1 Comments -

Introduction

A notorious Vampire named Ransik who had lived during the 10th to 12th century in the village named Halifax. He was killed by two vampire hunters named Jun and Wes Yamato. He vowed he would get his revenge when he is reincarnated. Hearing this, the vampire hunters prepared for his return. Generation...after generation...and finally the year 2000, the Vampire may have returned.

Now is the year 2000
Ruri Yamato is a 16 year old average schoolgirl who lives in the modern village Halifax which improved tremendously and prospered after Ransik's death. One day, a boy named Rick Masters enrolled into her high school. Since Rick's enrollment, weird things happened in Halifax. People are disappearing and those who died had two holes on their necks. Rumours of the Vampire Ransik resurrected started to spread. Ruri did not care much about the incidents until her mother fall prey to the 'Vampire'. Ruri decided to get to the bottom of the incidents and Rick Masters decided to tag along. Despite Ruri's suspicion of him being the one causing all the incidents, she allowed him to be her companion. Together, the duo began their investigation and find out more than they bargained for.

Main Characters

Labels: The Devil's Resurrection, Zikry

- 7:38 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

[Hello there, I was introduced to this place by Heather. My name is Colin. It is nice to meet and read all of you and your works. Please treat me well.

This is a story off of the top of my head, it is about a teenage boy, named Cory, who wishes to make a mark in this world before he leaves it forever. It will be written in a diary format.]

Dear Forever,
Mom got me this really nice diary yesterday. It is bound in brown leather, with a small, silver lock at the side. I think she has a second key for it. Mom said that I should write everything that happens to me just in case I get into another accident and lose my memory again like the last time.

I have never written in a diary before, as far as I can remember. Mom seems to be taking this rather seriously. I do not know what to write here, because I have just woken up today. Perhaps I should write about my accident.

Remember that I told you I was in an accident that cost me all my memories? To this day I still do not remember it very well. The film in my head is blurry and all fuzzed out. I remember stepping off the kerb, and then I was lying on this really soft bed. When I tried to sit up my back would not support me, and I fell back down onto the mattress.

Mom said that a delivery truck had knocked me down. I had been in a coma for three months. The doctor said that it would take a while for my memories to return, but they never did. It has been two years now. I still remember nothing. Everything I know now, I know them as facts. I know that I am fifteen years old this year, and I know that my full, given name is Cory Tennyson Dexter. I know that I have a younger brother named Simon Patrick Dexter, and I know that my family has a calico cat named Netty. She will be seven this year.

Simon told me that I had picked Netty's name. I had said that it came from the ancient Egyptian called Nefertiti. Have you heard of her? I heard that she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. I think so too. Maybe that was the same thing on my mind when I gave Netty her name, because Netty is a very beautiful feline.

Dad is never at home. Mom says that Dad works in a job that forces him to travel a lot. I think I can appreciate what Dad sacrifices to let us live the way we live, and that is it for my family.

Do you know why I named you Forever? Mom said, when she got me this diary, that as long as I keep writing in it, I will be able to remember my past because I will have left something behind for my future self. I think she has a very good point. Memories may come and go, but at least, I can try to make sure they stay etched in the ebb and flow of time. At the very least, I can know that I was born and raised just like any other person.

As I do not have anything else to write down, I shall stop here for today. Perhaps something interesting will happen in school today.

Cory
6 April 1999

Labels: CBrent, Dear Forever

- 4:13 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 4 Comments -

"We got a student stabbed in the classroom and one who outside the school, The one in the classroom looked like a murder case while the other look like a suicide. It could be possible that those two are related. Now looking for witnesses and evidences,"the detectives reported.


Everyone who were closely related to them were questioned including Lina and Meyrin. Meyrin refused to say anything. She refused to disclosed anything. After much counselling and persuation she finally let it all out. She told everything. The case is closed as not only the victim namely Davis is murdered, the murderer namely Tyson died too. It's not like they could bring the dead back to life. As far as teh police is concern, the case is officially closed and to be forgotten.

As far as Lina is concern, it's not over yet. She confronts Meyrin for her behaviour and what she had contributed to the death of two individuals and most importantly Tyson her best friend. When Lina was about to hit Meyrin, Ken stops her and tell's her to calm down.


"Go away!!I would never one to see your face again!!Get lost!!!,"exclaimed Lina with tears of fury and sorrow.


Meyrin then walked away leaving no traces. Ken hugged Lina and let Lina cry to let out all her sadness. It's not good to let the memories of the dead cause you to be sorrow throughout your life.

Days goes by......


Soon the nurder case at the school died down. Life resumes normally. Meyrin asked for a transfer to another school. Lina will never forget Tyson. But now she knows she must be devoted to Ken so that such things would never happen again. Ken and Lina are now leading their lives happily and hoping that their love story will end with a happy ending.


Lina's love charm worked as it opens up a path for her to be with her special someone. Since the love charm worked for her, maybe there is hope for others who tried it too. Who knows?

Labels: Love Charm, Rizqi

- 2:43 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

"Davis don't do this now....People might see us..", Meyrin begged Davis to stop.

"Ah to heck with other people. You're mine and I want to play with you to my heart's content", said Davis with a grin while rubbing his grubby hands all over Meyrin's body like a playdoll touching her everywhere.

Davis is touching Meyrin in the classroom. It was deserted as everyone has probably gone back home. Meyrin tried to escape but to no avail. Somehow she just could not tell Davis to go away. A part of her is embarrassed by Davis touching her. But another was actually enjoying what Davis is doing. So at times Meyrin will moan in pleasure although she repeatedly tell's him to stop. She's quite a hypocrite.

Meanwhile on the rooftop of the school......

"Yawn!!!I slept so much today. Oh boy I intend to skip just the boring biology lesson but instead I skipped the whole second half of the school. Man I'm so dead tomorrow for skipping class. Oh but then again, I don't understand why no one ever bother to find me here. Ah whatever...Even if I'm in class, I will still sleep anyway. Sigh that dream is bugging me... Why do I still have that dream? I've lost Meyrin already...So why do I feel like I have to take her back somehow... Ah!!!! to heck with her. If that bastard is all she wants then so be it. I'm out of here. Oh wait I have to go back to classroom to take back some stuff. I don't think Lina would cover for me. Boy will she be steamed when she find out I've been sleeping throughout the whole school day. " Tyson said to himself.

So then Tyson walked back to class. The hallway back to classroom was totally empty. Well it's already pretty late and everyone have went back home. Well mostly everyone. He heard something coming from the classroom.

"Ah Davis please stop already....Please don't this to me..." Meyrin moaned as she begged Davis to stop.

"Haha you think I will? Beneath the lie of you begging me to stop, I can tell you are enjoying this. Your body tells me you want it. Let say we get down to business and do the three-letter-word right now,"Davis smirked.

"No no please stop Davis. Someone help"Meyrin begged with fear of what might happen to her.

Tyson that could not restrain himself. He still feel that he must protect Meyrin. Acted upon sudden impulse he burst through the door shocking the both Meyrin and Davis.

"Tyson! What are you doing here?" Meyrin was shocked.

"You bastard!!! Didn't you hear what the lady just said? In case you have not, she told you to stop. And I'm here to make sure you do just that" Tyson exclaimed..

"Haha and what can you do? Remember at the beach? I defeated you. Why don't you just give up. Meyrin doesn't like you anyway. She likes me. And in case you never heard anything just now, I gave her pleasure. You should have heard her moaning like the slut she is. Don't let that innocent expression fool you, you stupid little boy. But if you want to come at me, You're welcome to try. I'll beat the living daylights out of you like the dog you are," said Davis with an evil grin.

Those words of Davis are like a spark lighting and oil field igniting flames within Tyson's heart. And with that he lurched forward charging at Davis with full force. Davis pushed Meyrin aside and launched a counterattack. At that moment Tyson could no longer think with rational judgement. His fists are fueled with anger, hatred and grief. As their fight rages on it seems that Tyson is beating Davis. The moves that Davis pulled on Tyson on the beach no longer worked.

"You think you'll beat me with those lame moves. They might have worked once but they will never work again. I'll beat you this time. I'll beat the living daylights out of you!! I'll destroy you!!! Never underestimate me" Tyson let it all out. Like a balloon exploded releasing it's contents, Tyson's angry explodes burning with anger probably even hotter than hot magma.

Tyson's punches are getting even more rapid. His movements, speed, power, agility had increased dramatically. His anger is the fuel for his power. But in an instant, Davis managed to counter everything that Tyson throw at him. Indeed he is a person truly to be feared of. With one punch, he sent Tyson flying into the desks. Tables and chairs fell like dominoes.

Davis took out a jackknife from his pocket. He looks like he wants to use it.

"Sigh it's sad that your time has come. Personally I would have allowed you to join me in savouring Meyrin's body. A threesome would have been fine too. But since you chose to oppose me and going with your sense of justice by desperately or dying to protect of what you have lost, I suppose it's fair for me to end your suffering right here, RIGHT NOW!!!!! GO TO HELL!!!"Davis shouted as he charged towards Tyson.

A sudden impulse came over Tyson, with an adrenaline rush rushing towards every motor neurones in Tyson's body, he too charged at Davis even if without weapon in his hands. Tyson caught up to Davis hand holding the jacknife. He fought back and managed to snatch the jacknife away from Davis. He then kicked Davis in the groins. Davis fell down in pain as his genitals have been struck with a powerful blow. He fell on all fours.

"How does it feel? Nice isn't it? Maybe if you beg to me for your life, I might actually spare it." Tyson said with rage.

"You son of a mangy dog. I would rather die than beg anything from you. Go ahead finish me off. What the hell are you waiting for you bastard,"Davis said proudly.

"I'LL DESTROY YOU!!!! DIE DAVIS!!!!WITH THIS STAB, I'LL LET YOU TASTE MY ANGER AND SORROWS THAT YOU INFLICTED ON ME WHEN YOU TOOK MEYRIN AWAY FROM ME. DIE!!!!!!!!!!!," with that scream he stabbed Davis.

"So this is how it ends. Die in the hands of a weakling.....How disgraceful," Davis said as he let out his final breath.

Meyrin scrammed it horrid fear.

"Tyson, you killed him. You are a murderer. Why did you do that?" Meyrin said.

In an instant Tyson grabbed Meyrin's hand and pull her away from the classroom.

"Let's flee. You're not to tell anyone about this. I love you OK? I'll protect you. I want to protect you. That's why I killed him!!" Tyson exclaimed.

"But you're a murderer. I'm afraid of you. I don't want to have anything to do with you," exclaimed Meyrin with fear.

Hearing her words, Tyson slapped her and pinned her down in the hallway.

"What must I do to make you love me? Do I have to make you moan? Do I have to make you scream? If that's the answer, I'LL GLADLY RAPE YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW" Tyson exclaimed with anger.

Tyson then begin to unbutton Meyrin's uniform exposing her bra. As he was about to help himself on her breasts, flashbacks of the memories of them together stopped him. Tears begin to drip down Meyrin's cheeks.

Tyson then back away from Meyrin.

"Go! Go now!! Go now before I really decide to rape you!!! Now Go!!!!! Leave me alone!!!!!" Tyson shouted.

Meyrin then button her shirt and flee. Tyson then head towards the rooftop of the school. He climbed on the safety fence and sat there pondering on his actions.

"Sigh now what? I'm a murderer who will never escape the law. The girl I like all these time hated me to the core. No. Fear me is more like it. Maybe my life journey ends here..."

He then stand on the tip of the safety fence. With his back facing the ground he let himself fall..

"Damn and I'll die as a virgin too. Never really tasted sex. Maybe I should have raped Meyrin just now when I had the chance. Oh well no more chances of that happening I guess this is goodbye" Tyson grins with a smile.

Labels: Love Charm, Rizqi

- 1:07 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

"Can you teach me how to cross-dress? Please please please!" exclaimed John with enthusiasm. Perhaps too much enthusiasm. He just felt an empowering urge to make friends with Erik overwhelm him, though he didn't know why. Cross-dressing suddenly seemed fun. And John wanted to have fun. Boy, he couldn't remember when was the last time he actually had some proper fun, besides sinking his fangs into the necks of pretty women and slurping their blood.


"What? Are you insane, you dickhead? Didn't you tell me to screw off just over a minute ago? Do you want me hammer your head into the ground, you bloody piece of shit?"

John chuckled. How ironic about the bloody, he thought. How he loved blood.
"Why, I changed my mind! Please would you teach me how to cross-dress and cross-dress together with me? We would look stunning, imagine! Can we cross-dress? Can we cross-dress? Please please please?!" John Smith was getting restless now. Plus, he was starting to act like a stupid hillbilly kind of toddler.

"For the last time, FUCK OFF or I really am going to hammer your head into the bleeding ground!" screeched Erik. Boy, was this guy standing right before him crazy? He could not stand John Smith's astonishingly childish ways as well.

"Okay but I guess you should know my name because RAWR!!!" And with that, he sank his fangs into the unsuspecting cross-dresser. However, much to John's surprise, Erik disappeared the moment he grabbed him. It was as if he vanished into thin air. Which come to think of it, he actually did.

Ohwell, thought John Smith, as if spread open his bat wings and flew high, high up into the dazzling evening sky, a sea of blue dotted with many shimmering twinkling stars.

Labels: Cherlynn, The Silly Story

- 8:16 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

For some reason, even though it's like so close to 'O' Levels (Maybe it's the prospect of a month-long holiday to do whatever I want.), I feel like following in Stephen King's footsteps and write something every single day. Man, gotta have respect for that guy. He almost died once and came back because he loved to write so much.

So anyway, I thought I should continue the other stories, since they're pretty much forgotten.

And I've just realised that I've been using the word 'decimated' wrongly all this time. It actually just means 'to be reduced by a tenth'. Not as strong as the word looked, huh?


     There is a long silence. I had to admit, the curiosity was overwhelming, but for some reason, I was afraid of knowing more.
Still, I have to ask.
     'How did you first find out?'
     Oded looks up. He seems a little shocked, but then he relaxes, and says, 'When I was fifteen, just like you. I didn't have a fever, though. The powers manifest in different ways among all of us.'
     He lets out a small breath, then lies down on his back.
     'My first power was that of regeneration. A healing factor, you could call it. I don't recall having been sick just before it appeared. I had been struck down by a stray van while walking home, just before my mother's eyes. The injury was not bad, the most was a broken thighbone, but right in front of her, my leg put itself together. I was walking within a quarter of an hour. The culprit had already driven away by then.'
     I stared at him in disbelief. Oded smiled faintly to himself, looking away as though he was staring at his memories and nothing else. Like he was watching a movie, projected onto an unseen screen. He continued, after a slight pause, 'My own mother drove me out of the house. It was not that bad, really. I simply wandered around, until the day my second power, that is healing, awakened. I am still not sure how I found out about it, but one day I just knew. And I knew what it was, and what I could and could not do with it. That is all.
     'Knowing that my mother knew me only as a monster then, I decided to stay as far away from my hometown as possible. I went about, helping and healing the wounded as much as I could. You see, if an injury is too large, I may die. I do not heal that fast.' He chuckled a little at this, then his eyes went blank again and he continued.



Just a little note: Oded doesn't use contractions. Also, he's 38 and pretty dark-skinned. Not totally black, though. Hell no.

And I am very sorry my parts are all so damned short.

Labels: Bitto, Generic Storyline

- 4:06 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

NOTE: This is a JOKE story. Meaning any and all logic can be thrown out the window for this one. Basically something for you all to fool around with if you can't think of anything else to write.

And also, you can replace the 'Part' in the title with anything, like I have done. Just keep the numbering constant.

I may end up writing a list of characters for the story if too many appear. Okay, let's start.


     John Smith never wanted to be a vampire. After all, he felt, it was ridiculous to be spending century after century hunting down pretty women to kill. And it didn't help that he couldn't control his hunger. It was like going on a blind date and saying, "Hello. I am a vampire. I'm going to kill you now." Not like it made sense. Then again, vampires never made much sense.
     It just so happened that one fine day, John saw a very beautiful lady. She had long, luscious locks of strawberry blonde, and strikingly blue eyes. Though her nose looked to be slightly too big for her face, and her chin a little too wide, her lovely lips made up for all that. She was au natural, opting not to use any makeup whatsoever. As John looked down, he saw her shapely body, and her lovely, well-sculpted legs.
     The strangest thing, though, was that John Smith felt absolutely no pull towards her. No unconscious effort to break her neck and suck her blood. His stomach didn't even twitch.
     John stepped closer, wanting to find out what was so strange about this woman, when he saw the Adam's apple, cleverly hidden under a scarf. He almost threw up; he... she... IT was actually a cross-dresser!
     John couldn't take the monstrosity of the situation. He quickly turned into a bat and flew away, back to his bat-cave. He sat down quickly, hugging his face with his hands. If he could sweat, he would've been drowning.
     'I was attracted to a guy! A male!' He said to himself, shaking like a leaf. 'Holy smokes, I'm gay!'
     For a long while John didn't know what to do. Then, bracing himself, he decided to check on the cross-dresser again. Although it had been a few hours, John was sure, the cross-dresser was still there, standing in that very same spot. It was almost as if... as if he was waiting for him...
     The cross-dresser turn when he heard John approaching. With a bright smile, he said warmly, 'Why hello there, stranger whom I totally don't know.'
     John scrunched up his face in disgust. 'You're an abomination,' he said. 'Screw off.'
     The cross-dresser frowned. 'Well,' he finally said, after a long while. 'I guess you should at least know my name. It's Erik.' Then hunching over, Erik skulked off.
     As John watched him walk off, he suddenly realised how mean he was. He grabbed Erik's wrist.
     'Wait.'

Labels: Bitto, The Silly Story

- 3:36 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 1 Comments -

The clash with Davis at the beach made me a changed person. But only on the outside. Deep down I knew I still loved Meyrin, much as I was reluctant to admit it. All the wonderful memories the both of us shared were still vividly etched in my heart. How could I bring myself to hate her, despite her betrayal and nonchalance? Has she really forgotten all the good times we spent together? How blissful we were before Davis came into the picture? These were the questions that ran through my mind repeatedly. I really didn't want to believe that Meyrin was leading a new life now - a life that didn't include me, leaving behind the past. However, reality is harsh, and I had to accept the truth. I didn't want to run away anymore.

Yet another side of me resented Meyrin for her cruelty. For her fickle-mindedness. Her nonchalance towards the tension between Davis and I was especially infuriating. I did not want to appear as if I was still hung-up on Meyrin, of course. Which was why I kept up with the impression that I was totally over her, and leading my life just fine. That I didn't need Meyrin in my life as much as she needed me. This was all just a facade though. I was merely self-deluding myself. But as long Meyrin was happy, I would be content.

About a month later, however, I realised how horribly wrong I had been.

It was a serene afternoon and I was just having a casual conversation with Lina when the subject of Meyrin and Davis popped into our conversation.

"I know how you're still hung up over Meyrin, Ty. You can't fool me. I'm your best friend and know you like the back of my hand, so don't even try to pretend," remarked Lina.
"Well, so? She is in love and going out with Davis now, isnt she? Apparently, I'm not good enough for her," I replied.
"Huh, that Davis..." muttered Lina under her breath. Was there a hint of distaste in her tone?
"What about him?
"You don't know, Ty. That person is bad news. Meyrin once confided in me that he hits her, and even though she made me promise not to breathe a word about it, I think you deserve to know. I don't see why Meyrin doesn't want to end that relationship, or why she even got into it in the first place, but I can tell that she is afraid. Afraid of something. Afraid of him."

Upon hearing what Lina said, I froze. Was Lina actually right? I had to get to the bottom of this.

Hopefully, the next person can continue with Meyrin in an abusive relationship?
Lol, I sound saddistic. Just wondering. You can refuse :O

Labels: Cherlynn, Love Charm

- 2:53 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 1 Comments -

     Big mistake.
     Just as I sidled up to touch her hair, I heard someone shout, 'Damn it! I thought I told you to stay away from her!'
     I could feel myself turning into stone. Meyrin turned around so quickly her shoulder-length hair whipped my face. I won't deny it, the feel of those light slashes felt good. I missed feeling her hair. She wore a strange expression. Was it fear? disgust? anger? I couldn't tell. When she spoke—oh, how I loved her voice—there was an odd stiffness to it, as though she was speaking to a servant.
     'Tyson?' She said, 'What are you doing here?'
     I couldn't speak. I opened and closed my mouth feebly.
     Turns out I didn't have to speak anyway, because Davis came running up and pulled my collar. Then he seemed to try to swing me around and I fell on the sand. Much of it got into my shirt and pants. It was incredibly itchy, but I didn't want to look like a fool in front of Meyrin trying to get them out, so I simply stood up and stared at Davis. His face was incredibly red. His right hand was balled into a fist, and it was shaking violently.
     So much for being a guy of 'smarts and ability'. This man standing in front of me was no more than a barbarian. I tried to stay calm. The side of my mouth no longer hurt, but the feeling was still there. I didn't want another knuckle sandwich.
     'Are you going to hit me again?' I asked. My voice wavered and my legs shook, but I guess I can't deny that I was angry as well. Angry that Meyrin left me. Angry at this jerk who took her away. I stole a glance at Meyrin. She stood with her lips pursed, completely emotionless. Something in my gut told me she didn't like Davis as much as she thought.
     Davis just glared at me. As there was nothing else I could do, I turned to walk away.
     That was when it came.
     The punch knocked me back down to the ground. It hurt a lot more, too. I felt my mouth. Blood was pooling around a small cut on the side, but thankfully my teeth felt intact. I didn't want to lose a tooth over something like this.
     This time I didn't try to get up. I turned to face Davis, who was standing over me, blocking out the sun. His chest moved up and down as he heaved.
     'This is a man of smarts?' I asked. It hurt to move my lips, but I had to say it. I just had to.
     'You son of a bitch.' Davis snarled. It was time for me to go. I shifted my bag a little.
     But as I walked away, I turned to Meyrin, who still appeared to feel nothing. Something bubbled up inside of me. Something volatile. Then I realised I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her pay for what she had done to me. But I would not bring myself to Davis's level.
     'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I didn't realise this was the kind of men you liked.' I mulled over what I should say next, but in the end, I just settled for a simple farewell. I said, 'See you, then.'
     If either of them did anything, I wouldn't have noticed.
     The pale pink of the sunset as I walked home was the most beautiful I had ever seen.


Has the length of Meyrin's hair been mentioned? Sorry if I broke continuity if it has... also, I would like to really, really apologise if Tyson ends up being a creep because of all the somewhat strange things I make him do...

I am going to be an ass and say it's one of the tips that reading On Writing by Stephen King has taught me: Everything that you write down is merely uncovering the entire fossil. It was all part of the plan. Um... yeah.

Labels: Bitto, Love Charm

- 7:44 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

When I returned to class, I was surprised to find a note on my table.
Unrolling the note, it read: Stay away from Meyrin or I will make you sorry!! D.

Huh. I thought to myself. Suddenly, Meyrin's betrayal didn't seem that much of a big deal anymore. I guess she wasn't as perfect as I'd thought her to be. At least I had a friend in Lina, and knowing that was comforting enough. Still, I missed Meyrin and the happy moments we shared together. Come on, it was a relationship of one year after all. How can you expect me to completely forget about Meyrin and all the memories? Which was why I decided to drop by the beach we used to frequent together after school. To find solace, to find back that lost feeling, or any other reasons, I don't know. I just felt my inner voice telling me to.

When I arrived at the beach, I saw a solitary figure standing at the spot where Meyrin and I always sat down at. A very familiar figure which I identified as... Meyrin! Seeing her made my heart leap but it left me feeling baffled as well. What was Meyrin doing here? Did I actually dare hope that she still loved me?

I decided to walk up to her...

Labels: Cherlynn, Love Charm

- 6:27 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 4 Comments -

First, the GENERAL RULES.
ONE. Please have a title for your story.
TWO. This is the format for post titles. FOLLOW IT.
Your Story Title; Part XX/End/Prologue/Epilogue
(Where applicable. Remember the semicolon.)
THREE. Please do not be an idiot and update the same story every five minutes. You can reserve a part, but give others a chance to add their own parts.
FOUR. LABEL your posts with the full story title and your name. If you're not adding parts, then it's just your name. There is a little thing by the side of the "label" box called "Show all". It is recommended that you use that, because I don't want to see a person having three or four different labels. Same with story titles.


Right. I think that's it for the important stuff.
Now, the THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND.
ONE. It is perfectly okay to swear. Nobody is allowed to criticise a story just because it contains words that go against your "morals".
TWO. You don't have to rewrite the title of your story in the post itself.
THREE. Try to keep pictures within 500 pixels.
FOUR. You can use this if you want to make text indents.

     
The code disappears when you go into "Compose" mode, though, so you will have type solely in "Edit HTML" mode. No way around it, unfortunately. Not that I've found.
FIVE. There is no <blockquote>. Okay, there is, but it only shrinks the text box to 300 pixels wide.
SIX. If you want to use just the "Edit HTML" mode, here's some basic codes if you don't already know.

<b>Bold.</b> <i>Italics.</i>
<u>Underline.</u> <s>Strikeout.</s>
Alternatively, there's always the (Ctrl + B), (Ctrl + I) and (Ctrl + U) method.


OTHER THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND.
ONE. Whenever a character named JOHN SMITH appears in the story, he must be, by the end of the story, (a) a vampire, AND (b) dead.

In the cases that the story has been established to NOT contain elements of fantasy, then John Smith will contract a disease/mental illness that either resembles vampirism, or makes him think that he is a vampire. A good example of a physical illness is Porphyria. Heck, even Anaemia works. And yes, I spell "Anemia" as "Anaemia". Shut up.

Remember, research can help you out a lot here.


And I think that's pretty much it. Yes, I know I'm being awfully anal about this. If anyone has any other questions, comment on this post and I'll try to help out.

Labels: Announcements, Bitto

- 1:53 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Anyway, I'm going to start with the "sharing" part of this blog and continue someone else's story instead of my own. REVIVE, DAMMIT.

And I am very sorry this part is so flipping short.

     'Tyson? What are you doing?'
     I turned around. 'Lina,' I said.
     She was staring at me, and I didn't like that. She narrowed her eyes, then something seemed to click and she gasped. 'Oh God, you're not trying to suicide, are you?' She asked. 'Get away from the railing!'
     I turned back and stared at the students on the ground floor rushing back to their classes. 'Go away,' I said. 'I want to be alone.'
     'You can't do this just because of Meyrin!' Lina exclaimed. She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away the bars. I hunched over and wrapped myself even tighter around the metal.
     'How... how do you know about that?' I asked.
     'I'm in the same class with her, remember? I saw her coming in with Davis, so I thought maybe you saw them together, and... is that blood?' she said. Her voice was suddenly soft, was she actually concerned about me?
     'Go away!' I yelled. 'What if Ken sees this?'
     'Ken isn't going to get mad over something like this!'
     'How do you know?'
     'I know, okay? Now let go!'
     I let her pull me away with a sigh, and we started walking back to class. Then while we were walking down the stairs, Ken came running up. His eyes widened when he saw me holding on to Lina. I stiffened. Was he going to punch me too? I quickly let go of Lina.
     But Ken only said, 'Where were you? The teacher asked me to look for me, hurry up!'
     'Here, you better go back with him.' Lina said. She looked at Ken in a really strange way. I had the feeling there was something going between them, because after a while Ken nodded and Lina went back to her class.
     'Oh yeah,' Ken said to me as we ran back, 'You better wipe that blood off your face, too.'

     After school, Lina said she wanted to walk home with Ken, alone. I watched Meyrin leave her class with Davis, then went home alone.
     I took out my cellphone, and stared at the wallpaper of Meyrin I snapped on the bus. I sighed.
     So she didn't like me, huh? Some 'Love' Charm this is.
     I deleted the photograph.

     The next day, before lessons, Meyrin came into my class. Even though she had snubbed me, part of me had hoped that she had come to talk to me, or at least apologise. She hadn't. She didn't even look in my general direction.
     It was just as well, because I couldn't bring myself to face her either. Then I wondered if she was embarrassed about the day before.
     Probably not. She looked so happy when Davis came in to look for her.
     Then the bell rang, and it was time for class.

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Charlie Keel had always been a huge fan of Sweeney Todd, the legendary demon barber of Fleet Street. He longed to accomplish something like dear Sweeney and dreamed of doing so for days and nights. Charlie, a promising man of 20, was a understudy doctor and would soon be able to graduate to put his exceptional skills to good use. To him, this was the perfect opportunity. To accomplish something great. To make the whole world remember him by. After all, he had come up with a resolution to make something of himself and his life.


#01. Charlie Keel 's real name is Charles le Antonio, which he thought sounded extremely gay. If he wanted to accomplish something phenomenal, the first step would be definitely to have a more sophisticated name. And he chose Charlie Keel.

#02. Charlie has a fetish for ginger-haired women, or redheads. It makes him goes soft in the knees and his heart pound like crazy and his palms sweat profusely and... you get the idea. The type of women he can't stand are, of course, blondes like plastic-looking Barbie. Especially blue-eyed ones. So classic, isn't it?

#03. Charlie can be like 2 totally different people when he is wearing his doctor's robe and holding his trademark scalpel.

#04. Charlie is a poor, deprived orphan. His family was tragically massacred when he was 7, with him watching the whole thing in full view under the bed.

#05. Charlie's favourite place to emo is the closet. He thinks it is all rainbows and bunnies in there.

I hope this would be a good start, even if it might sound ridiculous. Please help me to edit any grammar/vocab/spelling mistakes if there're any. thanks and happy writing! :)

Labels: Charlie Keel, Cherlynn

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