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WHAT HAPPENNNNNNNN - 3:15 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Giselle continued staring into space, not thinking anything. Her mind was a complete blank right now. Eventually the person at the door gave up and went away. Giselle heard the footsteps sounding more and more distant, then finally nothing. All was silent in the house, except for the occasional sob that escaped from herself.

---

She cut herself off from the rest of the world, and everyone else. She was unable to face anyone, unable to face the world. She avoided all of Harper's calls, leaving him hurt and confused. Days passed and she decided to go away. To a foreign land, where nobody knew her and about her past, where she could start anew. Or so she thought.

It was hard, and it didn't get any easier. Nightmares haunted her, replaying that horrific night all over again. She isolated herself, trying to live normally, but alas, somewhere inside her she knew she, nor her life, would ever be "normal" again. What is "normal"? She didn't know anymore.

She missed all those people she left behind, Harper in particular, and her life, before everything was ruined. She badly wanted to return to her real home, and see her family and friends again, wondering how they were all doing. Did they miss her too? Did they even notice that she was gone? How was Harper doing? How did he cope with her sudden departure? So many questions ran through her mind. She considered carefully before deciding to return to her homeland, but not letting them know. She would just go back for a look, and not interrupt their lives.

It was a tough decision to make. But she knew she would not be at ease till she had the answers.

Labels: Cherlynn, Love in the Time of AIDS

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Just as Charlie Keel was about to settle down to "tea" (as he put it) with Penelope, the doorbell rang. Who the hell could it be, he wondered. He was exasperated. He hated visitors, and also detested having people interrupt when he was sitting down to meals with Penelope. With a grumble, he got up to open the door.

It was the stinking reporter from before.

"Yes, what do you want now, blondie?" Charlie demanded in a extremely hostile tone.

"I have not completed my interview and I need to submit my report this evening. Do you mind? And please, stop calling me blondie. I dyed my hair, it was supposed to be boring brown. My name is Hazel." the annoying reporter replied in an equally hostile tone.

"Very... ironic indeed. Your name, I mean. Please, come in and take a seat." Charlie invited her into the room, and led her into a special room made entirely out of stainless steel. At one corner was a surgery table, and in the center stood a lone, solitary swivel chair.

"Please take a seat and give me a minute, while I go get ready." Charlie gestured to the swivel chair, a sinister plot hatching in his mind. The prey has invited herself into his nest, so he might as well make full use of this chance, he thought. The reporter was a little perplexed, but being the ditzy twerp she is (blonde or no blonde), did not hesitate.

Charlie put Penelope, whose nose and ears were twitching, back into her hutch, promising to return to finish tea with her as soon as possible. He gave he r a little pat between the ears and returned to the steel room.

"So as I was saying, Mr Charlie, you -" Hazel droned on and on, oblivious to the fact that Charlie was creeping up behind her, his trademark scalpel raised. With a swift movement, he slit her throat and let the blood poured out. It was a gratifying sight to Charlie.

The room was silent again, save for the trickle of blood.
"Mmmm, nice." mumbled Charlie, pleased at his latest work. He decided to leave the corpse alone first and leave it to bleed dry, before continuing his experiments on it.

"Penelope, let's continue and finish up with tea!" he sang, waltzing back into the dining room, a smile plastered onto his face.

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"I do not know." replied John nonchalantly.

"You do not know? You do not know huh?!" shrieked the girl hysterically, sending another fist flying to meet with his nose.

"Ouch!" John awoke with a start. Typical, he thought. Another bloody stupid dream eh? Very... nice. He realised that Twinkle was pecking at his nose, that beloved fowl of his. Then he wondered if the encounter with the vampire and Erik really happen, or was it also just part of his dream? And who the hell was Oded?

John felt that he was too much of a strain on his pea-sized brain to think so deeply, he hardly ever used his brains. If he even used them in the first place. Hence, with a flop, he snuggled back into bed, with plump feathery Twinkle by his side.

"Zzzz....."

(I am really confused, like seriously. Don't understand the previous 2 parts at all despite countless re-readings. This is the best I can do -_- Cheesy, I know. But nobody wants to update anyway so whatever. At least I bothered to.)

Labels: Cherlynn, The Silly Story

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- 12:00 AM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

 Second pioneer work! :D

Main contributors:
Aaron, Annie, Cherlynn, WanYu, Wiphaporn

(WanYu)
The blood dripped down his dagger, drop by drop. Staining his jeans, his shoes. John gasped, "Oh God, what have I done?"

"Come on, we have to dispose of the bodies," another figure stepped out behind him. Tim. His best friend. John stared at his friend in disbelief.

"What?!"

(Annie)
John woke up abruptly, he was sweating profusely. His bed was wet with sweat. He looked around the environment. It was his bedroom, there's no doubt about it. However, the emotions he felt during the nightmare was overly realistic, it seems to be just so real! Shivering, John looked down and heaved a sigh. When he opened his eyes, he could not believe what he had saw! His hands were covered with blood and his right hand was clutching the dagger he was holding in his nightmare!

"Ahh.......!" John screamed.

(Wip)
The dagger started floating in mid air. It turned. It sparkled. It plunged right through John's heart. His heart was pulle dout of his chest. His heart, dark and empty. It froze and turned into glass. Memories of the past began flooding into John's mind. "Johanna... Johanna..."

(Cherlynn)
Four years ago, John had been a promising young man, in possession of practically everything one could ask for. He lived in a pretty little vintage terrace house on the other side of town and drove a classy Jaguar. He invested n the apparel industry, and had even opened a chain of fashion boutiques. Business was brisk and money kept rolling in. And, because of this, John was arrogant and full of himself, despising those whom he thought as inferior. Hence, he was not well-liked by others.

"I don't give a damn," he said, "I have everything, why should I care? They're all just jealous of me." Hence, with this attitude he lived through his life. Until he met Johanna.

Johanna was from the rough sid eof town, where the people did drugs, got into gang-fights and vandalised walls with graffiti. Johanna was no better. She rebelled, rioted, what else? One fateful morning, as she was running away from some ruffians, she bumped into John.

(WanYu)
At that time, John was in a trance of sorts. His world had become bleak. Nobody liked him no matter what he did, and whenever his back was turned, he was sure he heard the people whispering and giggling among themseleves. Then he laid eyes upon an angel.

Johann changed everything.

(Annie)
"Aw... Shit! ge tout of the way!" The girl who knocked off John sweared. "I'm... I'm sorry" John stammered, still dizzy after being knocked down by the girl. He glanced up, and he was mesmorised. She looked just like an angel. Her pale soft skin, bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks and pouty lips. At once, John realised that she is the one.

(Wip)
John felt something akin to lust. But never did he ever thought of lusting over an angel. That very moment, John thought his cold facade started fading. He felt insecure. He hated his angel for his insecurity, yet another part of him lvoed her. Almost insanely.

(WanYu)
Johanna smirked. "You know why they're chasing after me?" she whispered, eyes wide. As John stared, bedazzled by her openess, Johanna took John by the wrist, pulling him into an alleyway. It was a dead end. Why did I decide to take this path today? John thought.

As John stood mesmerized, Johanna scrutinized John closely, as though contemplating something. Then her face lit up, a dazzling smile on her face. "You'll do," she whispered, eyes glinting with what appeared to be a ravaging hunger.

John felt as though he would never see the light of day again, as Johanna stepped towards him, gracefully.

(Cherlynn)
Their lips me, hers, soft and warm, on his. It was a lingering and passionate kiss. Both John and Johanna felt what a real kiss should feel like --- fireworks shooshing in their heads, their bodies going completely jelloid as if they were part human, part jellyfish, and more inexplicable things. Even when the ruffians ran past, missing Johanna, they both were oblivious. After what seemed like a million years, Johanna stood up, smiling.

"We'll meet again," she breathed. And then she was off down the street, disappearing round the corner.

Little did Johanna and John knew that their love was doomed right form the beginning, that they were fated to be start-crossed lovers, and what awaited them was bound to change their lives forever and drastically.

(Annie)
Later that night, John was thinking deeply by his full length glass window. He was reminiscing about the passionate kiss that afternoon. To his surprise, he actually blushed! He had never experienced this throbbing sensation before. He had had many women, but none of them could let John feel such a throb. The heart thumping sound, the dizines sin his head, how embarassing it was!

Just when he was about to leave the window, he saw Johanna right outside his mansion gate, smiling at him.

(Wip)
John was a man, and like other men, he fantasizes about men's stuff. But another part of John longed for Johanna, not sexually but romantically. Yearning for her touch, how their cheeks brushed, how their lips touched and how they caressed each other at the dead end of the alley.

It is fate, John decided. Fate has brought them together. It is fate that they met. It is fate that they kissed. It is fate so it is love. It is love! John froliced. Yet Fate has decided to play a trick on them. Little did John know that Johanna and himself will forever be separated by immortality.

If only he had known...

(WanYu)
Johanna crashed through the window, John instinctively held up an arm to shield himself from the shreds of broken glass. He stared.

In the darkness of night, the edges of her silhouette seemed to shimmer with an unearthly glow. Her long, mahogany hair billowed out behind her, as though a strange wind blew around the room. A faint smile played on her lips, as she crawled onto his bed, prowling towards his lying form like a feral tigress.John blushed, he could feel a growing warmth in his nether regions.

Johanna only smiled even more, as though amused at John's innocence as he nervously tried to hide his uncomfortable reaction under his blanket. As Johanna approached, John tried to do the opposite. He didn't want any part in this.

He bolted for the door, her cackling echoing in his ears.

"I am back! I just went to get a condom," John explained when he appeared in the doorway several seconds later. "Now let's get down to business, gorgeous!" He then pulled the duvet over them.

(Annie)
While he was pushing, John asked, "How did you knoq my house, Dear?" Panting for air, Johanna answered "Your eyes told me everything."

(WanYu)
And suddenly, just as he was nearing his climax, Johanna was gone. John looked down, eyes wide with surprise.

It turns out he was only screwing his pillow.

(Wip)
It was all a dream anyway. John was totally disgusted by his amorous, lascivious and vulgar nightmares. "God. How could I? I love her more than I lust over her. God!" John blamed himself for his vulgar sexual fantasies.

Johanna.... her fingers, her hair, her skin.
He loved her. He loved her.

(WanYu)
Suddenly, an author of this story realised that there would be immaure children with irresponsible parents reading this story. Therefore, a ther request, a magical pixie flew down in a magical bubble and reversed time to before John met Johanna.

And so, we return to the time when John was walking down the street. Suddenly, a group of assassins hired by people who hate John came along and stabbed him in multiple pleaces.

As Johanna ran away from her pursuers, she thought she heard a fiant scream, like a par tof her was dying.

She turned her head to glance back. Seeing no choice in the matter, she started the excruciating transformation into a great mahogomy wolf, and bounded off into the night.

(Cherlynn)
Upon reaching the top of a cliff, Johanna stood up high, and let out a howl, so powerful, so mighty, so majestic. It penetrated through the silence and stillness of the night. With a resolute determination, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. Johanna set off in the direction of John's home, blood-thirsty.

(Wip)
Johanna is a half-wolf. Having said so, her mother was a human, her dad the immortal wolf. Johanna sometimes suffer being half human --- she wants to love and be loved. She doesn't love sucking blood! Being half-wolf: She has to suck blood to survive, She loves every drop of the dense, bloody and deep red liquid. The next minute, she was torn into two. One part of her wants John's love, the othe rpart of her desires his blood. They smell so.... alluring! Oh! The blood!

(WanYu)
Suddenly, as Johanna was about to burst in through the wall-length window, a great force struck her hard. The window shattered into pieces, shards of glass piercing her hide. Straining to keep her eyes open, she saw John, standing at the edge, looking down with bloodshot eyes.

Another man, who looked to be about twenty, with brilliant blonde hair was next to him. Straining her ears, she heard faint whisperings. A vampire, creating another and snatching away her prey! With an outcry, she launched herself at the older vampire, tearing the shocked bloodsucker to pieces.

John lay comatose on the floor, only aware of excruciating pain as the vampire poison devoured his body to create another.

(Annie)
Johanna was devastated when he saw her smelling very different after she devoured the vampire. "Oh no, my viand halt turn into my foe." Johanna cried in dismal when she changed back into her human form. Despite of the vmapire smell, John's blood was still so... ... delicious. Unable to bear her hunger any longer, Johanna suck his blood. It was an ecstatic sensation. The vampire venom had added to the electrical feel. Just when she was about to finish John off, John was woke up as a vampire.

(Wip)
Now, Johanna is a nely 1/3 vampire, 1/3 wolf. 1/3 human. She felt like a freak. A messed-up one. She felt the chemicals in jer body bubbling furiously, almost erupting. A violent jerk.

(Cherlynn)
With that, she passed out.

Meanwhile, John was morphing into a vampire. He grew razor-sharp fangs that glinted under the light, became uglier with the skin on his face sagging downwards, and developed a distaste for garlic and and immense hatred for crosses (+).

"I am the reincarnated COUNT DRACULA!!" he declared.

(Aaron)
"This is morph'in time!"

(WanYu)
With a flick of his wrist, John morphed swiftly into a large bat, and flew out into the open, hungry for blood.

His first victim, a bubbly girl of sixteen, stared daftly as John transformed in front of her. She went down without so much as a squeak. John wiped the blood off his lips on the back of his hand, satisfied with himself.

Suddenly, his now elongated fingernails scratched his right cheek. "God! Dammit, I cut myself!" John cursed.

(Annie)
"Shucks, I must cut of these nails!" John grumbled as he returned to his mansion when he opened his door to his room, he saw Johanna prostrate on his bed. What a beauty, he thought. "However, she has a queer smell, but I'm sure she is one of our kind. John was love-strucked. He stared at her imminently. He loved her cheeks, lips, eyelashes, hands and every part of her.

(Wip)
Aiya! And they make babies with super hot passion. done! Let's move on.

(WanYu)
And so, after nine months of waiting, Johanna suddenly falls to the floor in the middle of a game of chess, shrieking wildly.

As John struggled to comfort Johanna, he saw a most peculiar and horrifying sight. His baby was clawing its way out of its womb, eyes thirsty for more blood.

With a final shudder, Johanna lay still. Her baby had taken her life.

(Cherlynn)
Before John had the slightest opportunity to react, the baby leaped out at him and bit his face brutally. Not long later, John was reduced to shreds.

The baby now roamed the earth freely, wrecking havoc and instilling terror among the people.

(Annie)
The half vampire, 1/4 human, 1/4 werewolf baby certainly grew very fast, in about 6 hours time, he grew about 4 years. In one day's time he was already 16!! He stopped at 16 years old and, by then, he had controlled his mind. "Oh my god!! I've killed my mother and father!!" He shivered. "What am I? Am I vampire or a werewolf? I don't even have a name yet" The woebegone kid was so depressed that he tried to kill himself. But whatever he did --- hang, drink poison, jump cliff, drown, he just could not die. Instead, he found that he was the strongest immortal that was created lived in the world.

(WanYu)
In sadistic glee, Jonah, as he had named himself, set about conquering the world. After all, if he truly is immortal, then doesn't that mean that he was meant to be ruler of the universe?

(Aaron)
Thus, Jonah setted off into building an entire civilisation from scratch. His mind wandered around from head to shoulders to toes.His first objective before arriving at a civilisation is to form a tribe first. "Soon, I will dominate the entire galaxies, muahaha!" Jonah's face broke into a grin.

(Wip)
However during his pursuit in conquering the entire universe, he realised that he wasn't really immortal. He was immortal because of the vampire blood. He wasn't immortal due to the werewolf blood. Every full moon he would start howling uncontrollably and turn into a full-fledge human. During this period, he was at his most vulnerable, most fragile state.

(Cherlynn)
Two days later. it would be the next full moon. Meanwhile, he heard a clucking sound with the occasional scratching noise.

(Aaron)
A donkey emerged out of the bushes clucking. They said it was April Fool's day.

(WanYu)
"Nooooo!!" Jonah shouted. Had everything been a lie?! As though reading his mind, the donkey said, in a voice not unlike George W. Bush, "Yeah, actually you ARE truly immortal. The full moon was a lie."

"Oh," Jonah said.

(Annie)
"That sucks, I thought I was finally going to die afterall... you know, being immortal is like so whatever? Having to live for so many centuries and people dying everytime/// Sob... Sob" John cried in aggravation.

"Now, Now, don't cry dear child. You are far luckier than me. I am also an immortal. You should be glad you are not like ME!! I'm an IMMORTAL DONKEY. YOU THINK YOU ARE SUFFERING MORE THAN ME? HUH? I CAN'T EVEN SPEAK DONKISH! HOW DO I EVEN COMMUNICATE With donkeys?" The donkey screamed in piqued dudgeon. At last, although John felt sorry for the donkey, he was relieved that he was not the worst immortal after all.

Feeling sorry for donkey, John said in a peteous tone "Oh... I'm sorry for your lost, why don't we live together, its better to have company" Donkey agreed and... ...

They married, have lots of donkey kids, and lived happily ever after :)

-THE END-

(Wip)
-Epilogue-

Unfortunately, they had many ugly babies together, with fangs, tails and hairy skin. Eek! Totally hideous! Many weird-looking creatures were seen floating lifelessly on the river - Hiary, with ugly fangs. Jonah and his wife-husband realised that the way to kill immortals is to have them drowned within an hour of their birth.

Oh, come on.
Comments would be nice :(

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- 9:49 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 1 Comments -

Aaron, Annie, Charles, Cherlynn, WanYu, Wiphaporn

(WanYu)

(Annie)

(Aaron)

(Wip)

(WanYu)

(Annie)

(Cherlynn)

(WanYu)

(Wip)
"Because I'M the vampire here, fool! I was already chosen! Now, as part of the initiation rite (you have no choice), you must know my name," the vampire paused for awhile, as if thinking, "My name is ... ..."

(Charles)
"Ugh... Remind me to stay off drugs," grumbled John as he stood up. He hated the realistic hallucinations he always received. Rubbing the spot where he had injected the dose, he looked at the greenish fluid in his hand and froze. Wait... That was only the fresh green paint of his room. John always did find it amusing that whenever he hallucinated, his old friend Tim would be involved. That was the main motivation for his addiction, really. The last time, his friend had been in a tutu waltzing like a pro. Before, Tim had been a goth that loved rap. Those amusing hallucinations helped him get over his loss as they were a sort of tribute to his deceased childhood buddy, A tear leaked from his eye as he reminisced about the past for a moment.

(Annie)
Four years ago, he was still young, innocent. He thought the world was a beautiful place, no fear, no danger. Of course, it was not true. The world back then was corrupted, covered with fog. It was during high school, where it all went black. Freshman of college of Dem, curious as John was, he was a social butterfly, talking to everyone. He met Dave, his lifetime friend... ...

(Aaron)
"Hey! Are you that Dave from the movie "Meet Dave"?" John felt a fist contacted with his face. This punch was thrown with so much valor that John "flew" literally to Long John Silver, a fast-food chain that specialises in fish and chips.

(Wip)
Suddenly, everthing went black. The world became a dark despair, a dark, dark agonizing despair. John felt the urge, the hunger, the yearning, the desire to kill. It almost seems like a lust. A lust to kill. TO KILL! Yes, to kill and eliminate those who have inflicted him pain. Pain? He had not feel pain for a long, long time. He has been numbed. With pain. The knife is just right next to him...

(WanYu)
John reach out tentatively for the blade, heart pumping.

(Aaron)
But where's the chicken? "I need to kill the chicken usings this blade!"

(WanYu)
John spun around. That was when he first laid eyes on the flustered Tim. He seemed like an angel in the afternoon sunlight. Then he saw that Tim was only mumbling to himself, heavily intoxicated by heroin. And suddenly, the flashback ended. Johm stared for a moment at the walls around him, unsure of what to do next. Finally, he sighed, and went out of his house, hoping the night air would do him some good.

(Cherlynn)
"Cluck...! Cluck cluck!" John spun round with exaggerated animation, leaping two miles back and crashing against the wall. It was a chicken! A feathery, brown, fat, luscious-looking spring chicken! "Oh, the horror! The horror, the horror! The overwhelming horror of it all! Kill! Kill! Kill chickens!" John screamed like a lunatic.

(Charles)
"... Okay. That was random. Glad to get that hallucination out of my system," remarked John in relief. "Wait, not quite yet... Chickens! The horror! Someone give me CWMD! Chicken-killing weapons of mass destruction! Someone kill me! His wish was granted."

(WanYu)
As John floated above his body, he thought of how stupid that wish was. Perhaps he should've asked to have a million-bazillion dollars instead. Sighing, he looked around himself. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar face, his skin even paler than he'd ever thought possible. Tim.

(Aaron)
Tim is a very famous wish corrupter of John's time. Tim, a neighbour of John when young, made John's data so corrupted that John became "Computerman" that lost his memories. This was the fate of John, his memories were chained by a somebody named 哪里美.

(Wip)
Oh Great. What the world is 哪里美? Where pretty?
Now, where the world is where pretty? John thought.

(Annie)
"Oh crap!" John sighed as he continues floating in the sky. John thought, aren't I going to die? Who cares about 哪里美? I mean seriously, I AM DYING, going to heaven I suppose. No wait. How can I be going to heaven? I... I... did all these bad things, drugs and stuff, killing chickens. I should have become a vegetarian like Mommy. I suppose I am going to Hell. To HELL........

(Aaron)
In the city of Hell, townfolks enjoy their leisure and carefree lives. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a bolt of lightning striked a tree. What happened next was utterly amazing. A meteorite with a fiery temper rained down and created a crater next to the char siew tree. John emerged from the burning smoke.

(WanYu)
"Holy crap I'm black!" John exclaimed. Somehow the smoke had stuck to his body, and even though black little particles were already falling off his body, it was evident his black shapebe obvious for all to see for a very long time. John sped towards the nearest lake, hoping that the water, if not touching his body, would at least wash off the soot.

(Cherlynn)
His attempt to do so was futile, however. It turned out that what he thought to be a lake was actually a purgatory. The heat was sweltering in there, and instantly 98% of the water content in John's body evaporated into zillions of glistening gold tears that rose into the air, eventually becoming nothing. Nothing at all. Ironically, John swelled up into a plum-like shape. "Oh! Bloody heck! What kind of freak am I morphing into?"

(Wip)
"Well, well, well, congratulations for turning into the most hideous creature ever! John Smith." John turned his head, only to be startled by the man --- no creature --- no monster --- no demon right infront of his eyes. "I am Lucifer by the way. Welcome to HELL!" the demon whispered with heated vehemence, with a ting eof mockery. "Apparently, you have broke on of the commandments --- do not murder."

(Annie)
"Wh... What? What did I kill?" John stammered, still stunned by the fact that the man was Lucifer --- demon king's son, governer of City of Hell. However, he was not stunned by the apparent power or position of the man, instead, it as the appearance of Lucifer which made his jaw drop.

(WanYu)
"Oh, just a couple of chickens," Lucifer muttered nonchalantly, absentmindedly stroking one of his long, goat-like horns that pierced through his forehead. He flexed his red, scaly fingers, then appeared to remember something. A grin gradually showed on his face, strangely neither demonic nor human, but a mix of the two. "... ...and your best friend Tim. Do you not remember?"

(Chrystal)
"What... what now!?!" The nerve-racking bell just rang and John was walking home through the woods. "What...? Am I hallucinating again...?" John pondered. He was living his normal life and knew nothing about vampires... killing chickens and blah! And who is Tim?!

(Cherlynn)
Out of the blue, evil laughter permeated the place and John found himself on a chicken farm. Countless poultry --- no wait, only chickens to be precise --- were pecking around aimlessly at the stink-filled farm. There were spring chickens, summer chickens, autumn chickens and even winter chickens he never knew to exist. "Woah! Rainbow chickens! Awesome! Fantastic! Wonderful! Supercalifragilistic-expialidocious!" Unsurprisingly, John was blabbering like a lunatic once again. He was beyond the Universe of Hysterical.

(Charles)
"Wait... Weren't chickens demonic condemned beasts not created by any human-loving god? The horror!" John began running around in circles. "Somebody get me out of here!" Amazingly, men clad in black trenchcoats came and forced him into a van. There, they led him into an institute, and strapped him into a straitjacket. They threw him into a white room with cushioned walls. A sign read, "Special Facility For Adolescents Lacking Mental Stability". "NOOOO....!"

(WanYu)
John hurled himself at the padded walls of his cell, desperately hoping to find a secret exit somewhere, Naturally, there wasn't. Finally realising that there would be no way out of this white hell, John slumped in a corner, letting himself fall slowly to his knees. Then slowly, gradually, John cried.

(Annie)
Just when thought to die biting his tongue, the vault-like door open with a bang. John was startled, he stared at the evil looking man. It was Lucifer. "Muwahahaha! Are you afraid me now?" Lucifer cackled hysterically. "This is ze Lunatic's Home for insane people like YOU?" John open his mouthly widely, trying to comprehend what he had said, one moment he was walking on the grey pavement, then he was taking drugs, died and then ended up here. "Di... didn't I died?? Wasn't I in hell?" John stammered. "Yes, but no, not now. I've changed you into a human, you know, I have good relationships with the upper world." Lucifer said while pointing upwards. "Now you will have to be tortured in this Lunatic House!"

(Wip)
"Lunatic house? Does that mean I am insane?" Thought John as his heart pound with the intensity of tapping stones. "I didn't know that my heart would continue to beat despite the fact that I am bloody dead." Lunatic house, John inspected, was a gloomy hell. Not bloody. Just dark and gloomy. He began wandering deep into a forest with black trees and flowers where suddenly he was welcomed by a blaze of golden sunflowers. A man was holding a palette. Infront of the painter is a canvas, with golden sunflowers painte don it. John immediately recognised the man --- he was Van Gogh! Vincent Van Gogh! That moment, Lunatic house or hell became clear to John all of a sudden. He can create his personal space and land. All he has to do is to paint. Whatever he paints turns into reality in the Lunatic House.

(Aaron)
John paints a picture of a computer dog, and it appeare dout of the blue.

(Cherlynn)
"Ah-ooohhh!" howled the computer dog. John gaped in wonderment at the creature which he had just created with his new-found ability. Next, he sketched and painted a picture of... "Chickens!" he hollered in extreme excitement.

(Aaron)
"Woo! A tlaking squirrel!", and John kicked the squirrel nearby.

(WanYu)
Suddenly Lucifer appeared next to John. "How would you like to see your dear friend Tim again?" he asked John, smirking. John could not believe his ears. To see his best friend again! That would be the greatest thing ever! But this IS Lucifer, king of Hell after all. John eyed Lucifer suspiciously, "Really?"

(Charles)
Lucifer smirked. "...no. How would you like to die?" John could not believe his ears. In desperation, John drew a perfect likeness of Lucifer and a red circle with a line going through on the Lucifer. With a poof, the fallen Angel disappeared. John sighed in relief. A few seconds later, though, God appeared. "How would you like to see your dear friend Tim again?" John fainted.

(Wip)
"What the hell is happening?" John seethed in anger.
"Correction. It should be "What the heaven is happening. Thanks to you, the lawas of heaven, earth and hell have to be edited. Lucifer is gone and now no one is conducting the terrible ritual of punishing the shamed ones, and we do not wish to resurrect him. That serves him right."

(Cherlynn)
"Oh spare me! For HEAVEN's sake!" John yelled. He was more than just confused and lost, he felt a twinge of fury as well. It seemed to him that everyone and everything was making a fool out of him. "Well then, your wish shall be granted." boomed a caustic and tremulous voice. But as we all know, wishes are renowned for the tendency to go wrong. John did indeed find himself back on Earth. Nice, ordinary, Earth with no weird surroundings. But oh! The shock when he got when he saw what he had returned as! It seems that this was not the end of his nightmare yet. He almost had a seizure from what he saw. He was now a vampire chicken!

(Annie)
"What the hell?" John cried, however what came out was the sound of a chicken. Depressed as John was, he walked towards a pond with fellow ducklings floating about. John stared at his appearance, a tear dropped from his beady, chicken eyes. He sat beside the pond for a few hours, emo-ing. When it was near twilight, he felt a queer emotion, it seems that blood was pumping real hard from the heart and he was thirsty, thirsty for blood.

(Charles)
John, however, noticed that he retained the ability to manifest his wishes into reality by drawing. Scratching several chicken scratches into the ground, he waited. Not for long, however, as he summoned God. "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!" God nodded wisely before muttering that he had no idea what it meant. To remedy this, God turned into a chicken. Several scratchs later, John present a God-in-a-cage to the world.

(WanYu)
With a cry, God launced himself against the walls of the cage. "Now change me back into human!" John clucked, "or you'll stay in the cage forever." But God was beyond reasoning. "Why should I?" he spat.

(Aaron)
"You are not God, you dog! You are an imposter!" John clucked again. He threw a chciken scratch card into the cage. Dog God picke dit up with excitement. He scratched the first spot and he won something. Immediately, a shadow emerged behind the cage.

(Cherlynn)
The shadow loomed but nothing happened. Apparently there is no visible reaction, John thought to himself. Hmmm, a vmapire-chicken I may be, but my knowledge is still there, even my secondary three Chemistry's! Muahaha! As if to further prove that, John the vicious vampire chicken sunk his razor-sharp fangs into God.

(Aaron)
"I'm not a god, you dog!" the vampire god dog barked.

(Wip)
John ignored. He plunged his sharp fangs into the flesh of the "god-dog" and felt the adrenaline rush. His ears burning with sensation. The god-dog squeaked, blood all drained. The bloodless god-dog lay motionlessly on the ground. Suddenly, a halo appeared on its head. Orbs began surrounding the dead creature. A blaze. A bright light bloomed into existence. Suddenly, the dog-god was gone, but Tim was lying on the ground. Pale. Cold and listless. Lifeless and breathless. "God, what have I done?" said John gravely, burying his head with both his arms.

(WanYu)
It took awhile before John realised he now had a human form again. But he could not stop shuddering. Suddenly, he heard footsteps, clapping. "I knew you'd do it, ha ha ha! Now, you ARE a full, and wonderful vampire! I have never seen anyone go after his best friend that savagely." John stared back at the figure who approached him. It was the same vampire from his hallucination before. Only this time, he did not have Tim's face, but of a handsome twenty-something year old.

(Annie)
"So... you were all behind all these ruckus...? having me thrown into hellm lunatic house, became a chicken, all these?!" John growled in despair. "Well, sort of... you can say that." The vampire replied. "Now, you are my disciple, you will have to follow me and I'll teach you the vampire rules." It was like a lightning strike. John had became a full-fledged vampire and suddenly became the vampire's disciple? Suddenly the strong crave for blood rushed into his veins. Thirsty, he was again, for blood!!

(Cherlynn)
"Uh okay. I just wanna know if I can stil leat garlic and corn?" Y'know, they are my favourite foods! I can't live without them! While garlic is my heart, corn is my soul!" Afterwhich, a glass of blood elixir would add to the finishing touch!" Unsurprisingly, John was blabbering nonsensically. Again.

(Wip)
"Well, you can eat them. If you pass this test."

(WanYu)
"What test?" John asked, curious, yet still tryign to fight that ravaging hunger.

(Aaron)
"The test for survival. If you cannot pass this test with flying colours, you will die. I will now teach you the basics of survival of a vampire. Learn, and then you'll take the test. The training will commence in ten minutes' time."

(Wip)
"But firstly, you need to pass the emotional test of being a true full-fledged vampire. Be cold. Be ruthless. Be inhuman. Be a VAMPIRE!" his voice boomed into John's ears. His ears, John realised, had become more sensitive such that he can hear --- no feel --- the vibration of every minute movement. Especially a living heart. Oh! How tasty they sound! "You need to experience 5 main emotions : love, hatred, pain, loneliness, and hunger. Your clue is "sorrows from the depth of dark despair". By the way, you have passed the hunger test."

(Cherlynn)
"Now it is time to test your intellect and wisdom! I hope you know your Shakespeare well! Well, we shall skip the boring old sonnets. In 752 BC, Billy Shakespeare wrote "Snow White". Who is Snow White's sister? You are given 3 choices. Is it #o1) - Soot Black, #o2) - Soot Black or is it #o3) Soot Black?

(Charles)
"...it's Soot Black," deadpanned John with alarge sweatdrop on his head. "Correct!" came the proud answer. John face faulted. "The next test, a test of strength! You will do one pushup, one pushup, or one pushup.." John sweatdropped.

(Aaron)
"Knock it down, knock it down, knock it down, just put your hands on the ground and knock it down, knock it down, knock it down, if you don't want to die just knock it down." John sang. After struggling for five centuries, John was stuck at half-a-pushup. "Come on, John, you can do it!" The VDG cheered.

(WanYu)
Finally, John managed to push himself back up. He wheezed and panted at the excruciating amount of effort it took, but then he realised that the "five centuries" was actually five seconds. His arms were, however, throbbing wildly. Something he had never felt before. His muscles were wildly contracting and flexing themselves, and with each motion came a fresh surge of pain that wracked his entire body. A wrangled cry burst forth from his throat, guttural sounds that made no sense. "Don't tell me this is the test of pain!" John whispered, eyes fixed on the vmapire. The VDG only nodded.

(Annie)
"If you scream again, you shall fail the test." The vampired said coldly. "And DIE! Muwahaha! Let's see how long you can withstand the pain! "And so, John endured the pain, his eyes were closed, veins popped out from his skin, and an agonizing look smeared across his face. He made deep breaths , but it was of futile hope. Pain, pain, pain was all he felt now. As seconds ticked off, his strength waded off as well. It was about time that he would not be able to bear it longer.

(Charles)
Finally, the aogny ended. "You have passed this test. Now, the test of love. No one can replicate love, of course, but you will be placed under a powerful obsession," mused the older vampire. "Kiss, hug or molest any chickens or fowl and die." Suddenly, John felt a powerful compulsion to harrass the nearest fowl --- the ducks. With superhuman strength of will, he barely managed to stop himself from diving into the lake. Instead, John took a dive... into the ground. The resultant impact knocked him senseless. The last thing he heard as darkness consumed his world was the aged vampire's voice. "... you pass." Then, he knew no more.

(Chrystal)
As he drifted down aimlessly, he was still partially conscious. He could not believe that he passed the test. He was so ruthless and knew nothing about love. Suddenly, he landed on a tough and stiff ground with a 'bom'! sound. "And... where... the... hell... am I now... ?" he pondered.

(Wip)
"You are now in Venus, the planet of love and beauty." a lady said. She was seated on the throne, wearing an almost translucent white-coloured garment ; embellished with blooming flowers. She smelt of love. So gentle, so dainty, so beautiful was she. "I am Aphrodite aka Venus. I am love and beauty. You will have a test here - loneliness of a heart deprived of love.

(Cherlynn)
The moment John set his eyes on Aphrodite, he knew that he was in lurrrve. Gaping at the beauty in front of him, so perfect and lovely, so pure, he momentarily lost the power of speech. "What a ravishing goddess... am I in love?" he thought to himself, stunned at her astounding beauty.

(WanYu)
But Aphrodite only sniffed haughtily. "This is a test!" she barked, shocking the momentarily lovesick John. Then he knew then, that the only one he ever loved with all his might did not care about him. His face fell. Is this what loneliness felt like? It was as though the world had closed in on him, suffocating him. John couldn't' breathe. He was sinking, sinking into deep, dark, lonely despair. With one last longing, he stared at Aphrodite's beautiful visage. Then everythign went black.

(Aaron)
John died.

(Wip)
He failed the test of loneliness. The ability to endure loneliness is the very utmost duty of being a true vampire. For vampires have to endure an external loneliness, past time, past hope, past cure. But he failed, therefore revoking the prestige of being a true vampire. And eternal death is granted for his failure. Condemned and forever dead.

(Aaron)
John exploded in a glorious explosion. Thus, he became a legacy with more

(Wip)
to come. Truly, the best is yet to be.


Finally - fresh and unedited replica of our very first pioneer work :D
Typing it all out was tedious but it made me happy as I laughed at some parts and reminisced those times in class where we all scribbled together during lesson time.
May all enjoy it.

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- 8:26 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

YOYOYO all. What happened to everyone?
Anw, it's all right because I can understand. Especially for the majority of us in Sec 4, jiayou jiayou and work hard okay! (: Focus on what's important first, & after O-levels we will get our well-deserved break. Then we can continue with this project ~ :D
But anytime you feel the urge to write stories and such, please don't forget TGSP :D

No rush no rush, just take it all easy. This is meant to be fun, not a chore!
And anw... I really really love you all and this site because I worked hard for it, so hopefully you all won't disappoint me (:

Further annoucements:

Tally System abolished, so hopefully you all won't feel so stressed and will remember what made you join TGSP in the first place. Please keep this project going :(

For anyone who thinks they do not wish to post any more, like forever, and wants to quit, you now may. Firstly, notify me and next, login and remove your own name from the list of authors. Or you can also let me do it, whichever way you prefer. Then I'll also remove your name from the site.
However, this option is only open for a couple of weeks. After which, no more quitting will be accepted and I will force you to post if you remain inactive >:O

But note that this is for those who do not EVER wish to post ANYMORE. Which means for those who are still interested but don't feel like posting yet, ignore this. I can wait as long as you need, provided I have your promise that you will post something. Even if it's going to take one year ;D really! Of course, hope that not really one year laaaa. Maybe just a few months?

Have updated the list of contributing writer on the left side panel, but for those who have not posted anything, nothing will show even if you click on the labels.
Oh and, I... am not very sure what happened to Colin either.

I guess that's all for now. Enjoy posting, and feel free to talk to me about anything (problems, opinions, etc). You have my promise I'll do my best for you :D

Cheers!♥


(Wan Yu)EDIT: Just a little bit more. Please please please say if you're going to go on a hiatus. It's not nice to suddenly disappear for months on end without saying a single thing. We're not psychic, we can't read your mind and know if you're quitting without you telling us.

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- 9:08 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Ho hum. Moving things along. Ignore the awkward phrasing.

     A fist slammed down on the boy's head, shoving his head to the rock floor. With the connection broken, John could now see the olive-skinned girl next to him. He shivered at her pulsating muscles. If not for those small, hardened lumps of fat on her chest, John would've though she was a male, despite her small stature.
     'Shush!' She hissed. The boy squirmed, yet the vampire could hear nothing, even with his enhanced hearing. Very peculiar, he thought to himself, momentarily forgetting his situation.
     And it was then that he realised that the intruders were not looking at him. Rather, they were looking at a strangely dressed lady right next to him. John had a feeling that she knew of his presence, though whether it was true or not, this green-coated, short shorts-wearing, magician-like lady was not telling. Instead, she was staring with a slightly bemused look at his unwelcome visitors.
     John knew then, that he should've kept his mouth shut, for he had let out a second gasp. For however long had this strange woman been here?
     The muscled girl pointed an accusing finger at the well-dressed lady. 'All right, we've found you! Now give him back!'
     The lady clicked her tongue, and narrowed her eyes. 'Give who back?'
     'Oded. Give him back, now!' She screamed.
     The lady laughed, though it was not a condescending laugh. Rather, it was a laugh not unlike a squirrel who had just discovered that, the stupid little thing it was, had hidden its prized acorns within a tree that had been struck by lightning just a few days before, and that it was now going to starve to death in the wintertime, which was due in about three hours. And it was laughing because the squirrel wasn't a squirrel at all, but a rather highly intelligent human watching the entire scene.
     'Tsk, tsk,' she said. 'Your power doesn't work on me, silly child, for I do not have your beloved "Oded."'
     'You're lying.'
     'I am not. Talk to the vampire, he knows where your saint is.' She pointed straight at him.
     The girl had let up the boy now, and he was rubbing his sore head. He gazed around cluelessly, much like the person beside him. 'What vampire? I don't see any vampires,' he asked.
     'Don't joke with us, Witch!' The girl shouted.
     At this, the Witch snapped her fingers. John did not know that she had nullified Twinkle's magic, but he screamed when the two youths locked on to him, eyes wide. Still, some strange magic held him in place.
     'What the hell?' Said John, holding his arms out to protect himself. 'L-look, I don't know any "Oded"s, okay? So if you all would just leave now, the sun is coming up and I need my beauty sleep.'
     A punch in the wall just millimeters away from his left ear elicited a squeak from the cowardly bloodsucker. 'Eep,' he squealed, as the two youths cornered him. And speaking of corners, John spotted the Witch jump out of his cave out of the corner of his eye.
     'Tell us where Oded is. Now.' The girl spoke deliberately slowly, enunciating each and every syllable clearly.

Labels: Bitto, The Silly Story

- 3:24 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

[Hello again. I would like to thank everyone for their warm welcomes, and I am very sorry I have not been posting a lot, though I know I have to be active to stay on. I felt I should start venturing out and continuing other stories, as Heather... I'm sorry, Cherlynn had been urging me to do. So, this is for you, Hea- Cherlynn.

This part focuses on Rick's point of view, though it will still be in third person narrative.]

"Sure," she smiled. "Friends."

Rick chuckled, still holding his hand out. "Why the flustered look? I just asked to be your friend."

Ruri's eyes widened, and she smacked herself after a bit of consideration. She stammered a weak apology, and stared at the teacher, not daring to tilt her head just a centimeter to her left. Rick took his seat, spilling his books onto his table without a care. When you are a centuries-old vampire, he reasoned, you do not have any need for this... school.

He propped his head on his arm, holding his gaze stiffly in Ruri's direction. The only daughter of his sworn enemies. She would make a lovely hostage. Or perhaps even his, dare he think it? His bride. The vampire smiled to himself. Such a beautiful face. It would be a pity to waste it, that luscious ebony hair, that naive stare in her dark eyes. Yes, she would make a wonderful vampire.

And that pale, porcelain skin, just barely concealing the rivers of Life that flow within her. Life that he, as one of the undead, will never again have. Soon, if all goes to plan, he will be able to take hers away as well, and bring revenge upon that wretched Yamato family. To sink his fangs into her neck, and drain her of her Life, drink her sweet, succulent Slayer blood, all he needs is a little time. Just a little...

"Mister Masters!" Miss Sara barked. "I understand the captivating beauty of our lovely Missus Ruri, but please pay attention to the class! And please, wipe that drool off your face."

Rick put a hand to his mouth. It had not occurred to him that his canines would have grown. All around, the students laughed at his humiliation. He stared at the teacher, who was looking down expectantly. "Well?" She said.

"Well, what?" Stay calm, Rick. "Is there a problem?"

There is no problem. He told her. There is no problem. Miss Sara stared blankly back at him, but still holding contact. A second, two seconds passed as she stood like a wax model, still unable to tear her eyes away from this strange lad. The cheers were slowly dwindling down now, giving way to fearful whispers.

"There. Is. No. Problem." Rick whispered. There is no problem.

Then, Miss Sara blinked. She straightened herself with a swift motion, holding her forehead. "Right," she said, though with a confused look, "Just. Pay attention to the lesson, okay?" Rick smirked as she walked back to the front of the class, which had already resumed its usual natter.

He glanced at Ruri, still reluctant to turn in any direction. Just you wait, my sweet.

Labels: CBrent, The Devil's Resurrection

- 9:54 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 2 Comments -

Dear Forever,
Something astoundingly horrific happened in school today. The rumours were indeed true, no less. It was what you would call a bloody massacre. Mom is relieved that I escaped unscathed with just a couple of abrasions here and there, but her lips were all pursed for the whole day today. To be honest, it is kind of intimidating because I have never seen her look this solemn and upset, from as far as I can remember. Did she do that a lot in the past, I wonder? The whole pursing-your-lips thing, I mean.

Well, anyway about the massacre. Apparently -

Sigh. Mom wants me to turn off the light and go to bed immediately. I want to continue writing in here because it kind of helps me to soothe my nerves, but I do not want to defy her, especially in the mood she is in.

So I guess I will continue the next chance I get.

Cory
20 April 1999

Labels: Cherlynn, Dear Forever

- 3:36 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

With immense effort only did Giselle then manage to stagger home, her body depleted of all strength. Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, she shivered. From both fear and the cold. Her hair was a gnarled mess sticking to the sides of her face and neck, and her face bruised from the savage beatings The Beast had inflicted on her when she struggled and attempted to escape. Not being able to bear the filthy sight of herself for a nanosecond longer, she fled to the safety of her bathroom and turning on the shower with full force, Giselle started scratching against her skin frantically. This attempt to rid every cell within her clean and pure was futile however, for the memory of the horrific incident that had taken place was still fresh in her mind. Giselle's skin was red and raw from her clawing but nevertheless she continued, until finally letting out an anguished sob.

Upon stepping out of the bathroom, Giselle's mobile phone began ringing as if on cue. 'Harper', the display read. Giselle froze. Harper was the very last person she wished to face right now. With trembling fingers, she pressed the answer key on the mobile. Her heart soared upon hearing Harper's voice - that voice so warm, so affectionate, so soothing, and so loving. Yet her stomach did a backflip and started churning. Words would not form on her lips despite her efforts to utter something remotely audible.

"Giselle? Hello, you there?"
"H-harrr-per,"Giselle weeped softly.
"What's wrong? You don't sound so good. Need me to pop over?" the voice asked, full of concern.
"NO!" screamed Giselle, as if on reflex, before she could even process any information. Snapping her phone shut, she fell down beside her soft, inviting bed and once again started a woeful sob.

Giselle didn't know for how long she sat down there, just crying as the reality of what had just happened caught up with her. Harsh yet real.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Giselle snapped up her head, her train of thought broken. For now.

Labels: Cherlynn, Love in the Time of AIDS

- 3:16 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

Ho hum. Moving things along. I am SO SORRY if I messed up any continuity.


     And it was then that she looked just a little to her left, and saw Harper. His cap tilted at just the right angle to cover his features with a long shadow, but even then Giselle could not deny that shape. Harper is here. He had been here all along, watching.
     Just then the beast pinned her head down with a heavy hand. Forcing her to stare shamefully at her lover. Still pushing. Always pushing. The tears fell in torrents now, mixing with the dirty fluids already on the hard pavement. Diluting, forming a muddy, salty mixture with the dirt and grime.
     For a brief moment, the water clouded her eyes. Giselle whimpered, her voice cracked and hoarse from screaming. 'Ha... Harper...' she said, her voice barely a whisper now.
     The beast slapped her, holding her head down even harder. 'Still thinking of that lowly scum, eh?' He guffawed, 'Well, he ain' gonna be here, he didn't even bother!'
     But Harper is here! He's... watching me! Giselle wanted to shout, but her voice would not come. She shook off the tears as best as she could. But Harper was gone.
     A hallucination. Harper was never here.
     Giselle closed her eyes again, this time in defeat. Trying to ignore the spasms that overtook her body with each thrust. Trying to ignore time itself, for all she could do was wait until this ordeal was over.
     And it did.

     Giselle awoke to the sound of crickets, and she found herself alone. Her clothes, her pale, powder blue dress that Harper had given her, torn to shreds. Her hair, her entire body was sticky with the beast's essence. And though the blood had long coagulated, they stained her thighs, forming a pool about her sacred zone where they had come from. It was all that was left of her chastity.
     Giselle gathered herself, trying to wipe herself with whatever scraps of untouched cloth she could find. But no matter how she scrubbed or moved the fabric across her skin, she still felt unclean. She had committed a cardinal sin, not even able to be faithful.
     Giselle felt like a slut. A whore. Like a bar wench, fit only to serve the drunkards at the local tavern in whatever way they chose.
     Her scream pierced through the night sky. No matter how hard she tried, she could not forget that incident. Her sobs wracked her body, but not as much as that... beast's torture. It had destroyed her body, her mind, her soul. So Giselle screamed. Even though her voice was long gone, and her eyes dry.

     'Why are you crying, missus?' A small voice spoke up.
     Giselle looked down, it was a small child. Edward, if she remembered correctly. That poor little soul from across the street, forced to develop talents to match the likes of Mozart and Beethoven but without much success.
     That's right. Giselle told herself then. Things will get better soon. She wiped the tear away, and smiled at the boy.
     'Just the dust in my eye.'


I feel so dirty. :(
Now I can see why nobody wanted to continue this. Excuse me while I go take a long shower to rid myself of this dirt. I'm never going to do a story that's the least related to sex ever, ever again.

Oh, and are we going for an old, Victorian era-esque story here? 'Coz while it worked for Cholera (Discovered in the nineteenth century), it won't really work for AIDS, since it was discovered a lot, lot later, in the 1980s.

Just my two cents.

Labels: Bitto, Love in the Time of AIDS

- 1:22 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

I keep forgetting that this story is supposed to be written in present tense. Gah. There's so little motivation being put into this story I'm thinking of just deleting it altogether. I don't have any ideas left.

Sorry it's so short, I just kind of wanted to push this story along.

     'So, I continued on my journey to God knows where. It is still hazy, my memory...' Oded pulls a hand over his eyes, staring into the sun. And all of a sudden a great shadow comes over him.
     'And somewhere along the way, you found me.' The shadow says.
     I look up, and it's a girl. Probably about eighteen, or older. It is hard to tell, for her face is hardened. Like a warrior, trained to fight, her eyes show a person much older than what she really looks like. Her skin is incredibly tanned, much like Oded, and she stands with her arms akimbo.
     She bends over him to say, 'And then you left, you sniveling arsehole.'
     I look back at Oded, and he looks incredibly frightened. If I concentrate, I am pretty sure he is twitching uncontrollably, but just slightly. What kind of a girl is she, to frighten Oded so much?
     She glances my way, as though she has suddenly noticed my presence. Without really thinking about it, I shy away. She straightens up and bellows, 'What are you doing? Get back here, you little runt!'
     And I do. Even though I didn't want to, my body moves back. She runs a hand through her hair, and smiles at my confusion.
     'I have the power of absolute control,' she says. 'I can make people do what I want, see? So you better listen to my orders!'
     Oded sighs.

...Yeah. That's all I got. Anyway, the girl's power really isn't "Absolute Order", it's actually more along the lines of telekinesis in that she can control a person as long as s/he can hear her by shouting out orders. This means that she can only control beings that can hear and understand her, or her language enough to process the meaning.

Labels: Bitto, Generic Storyline

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

Dear Forever,
Netty was run over by a car just a few moments ago. I heard her yowl, but by the time any of us got to her, she was gone. I did not cry, but Simon did. And Mom did. I think I should have, but I only knew of Netty from two years ago. She never grew on me.

Mom says we are going to pick out a new pet tomorrow. Perhaps she wants to fill up the void left by Netty. This time Simon gets to name our new companion. I asked Mom if we could get two this time, just in case. She said, "I'll think about it."

I heard, from someone I do not know, that people keep pets because we are lonely, and nobody listens. Maybe it is true, but I do not know. But I do talk to Netty a lot, and I have heard Mom and Simon talk to her as well. They talk to her of things that they would never say to the other. Mom talks especially about my amnesia, but I have never stayed long enough to hear what she would say. Because if she is telling Netty about it, then it must have been something that she would not want me to know.

I guess what that anonymous person said had some thought in it. Netty alone probably knows more than anyone about any of us.

And now she's gone. Mom just called Dad about her passing. I wonder if Dad had shared anything with Netty as well.

Also, when I saw Netty sprawled by the sidewalk, something came to me. There was a lot of blood, and there were a lot of people shouting but I could not make out any words nor see anybody. It was nearly nightfall, and the sun was just beginning to sink into the horizon. I know this because where I was, I was facing the sunset. Some people pulled me into this dark box. The ambulance. And that was that. Just a short clip from the movie of my thirteen years.

I told Mom about it, and she had this strange look on her face. But then she smiled, and said she was glad. I wonder if Mom did not want my memories to return? If so, then why would she want such a thing? So I asked her if something was wrong, and she said no. "It's fine," she said, "Hopefully you will finally remember yourself."

There was something off-putting about the way she said it, but I did not ask her again.

I wonder if there is something Mom and Simon are keeping from me, that I am not supposed to remember? Do you know?

Cory
16 April 1999

Labels: CBrent, Dear Forever

- 8:53 PM; Return to the Beginning?; 0 Comments -

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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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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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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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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