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Re: Writers Club/Guild
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on 2012-04-06 23:29:12 (edited 2012-04-06 23:34:57)
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@Tsuna, I don't mind being part of your story.. @Shuy; I'll read your story when I have time @all; I will continue the story soon...sorry  |
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Re: Writers Club/Guild
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Lol. Looks like everybody's back into busy mode again. Still the same here. Starting to forget where I was heading with my project too. Hey, I don't even remember the name of my main char is anymore... == I blame work. Hahaha. Haven't had much time to read through everything yet either. Will get to eventually.  |
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Re: Writers Club/Guild
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Okay, so... This is me posting my short one-shot story that was surprisingly popular when I uploaded it on another site (weird...). I think only girls would want to read this type of story, not guys. So guys may want to just continue scrolling down x_x. @zero- Okay! Thanks zero! I was worried you would get offended and demand I delete the story or something... The ‘I’m-ignoring-you-therefore-you-don’t-exist’ Treatment Summary: Having argued earlier on, Mana and Makoto are giving each other the silent treatment. Enma than calls a time-out. He loves her too much, after all. Makoto turned over in the darkness. Then he realized he was facing Mana’s back and he turned over again. Makoto was feeling annoyed. He and Mana had argued (over what, he couldn’t even remember now. Was he getting senile dementia already??? At 24???) earlier on in the day, and now they were refusing to speak to each other and sleeping with their backs facing each other. Beside him he heard a sigh. And then a sneeze. He sneaked a peek over his shoulder and he realized that in turning over, he had pulled all the blankets to his side – leaving Mana fully exposed to the freezing cold night air. Feeling apologetic, he turned towards Mana and pulled the blankets over her. In doing so, he had unintentionally snuggled closer to her. Makoto’s first reaction was to flinch away from his wife – but then he touched her arm and realized she was really cold. She was shivering… Now it was Makoto’s turn to sigh. This wouldn’t do. This fragile brunette didn’t do well with cold. Time out, he thought. The ‘I’m-ignoring-you-therefore-you-don’t-exist’ treatment can resume in the morning. I can’t let her fall ill. So he snuggled closely to her and put his arm over her and gently pulled her towards him. In the darkness, Mana smiled and turned over so that she was facing Makoto and snuggled against his chest. Ah, Makoto reddened slightly. She was awake all this time. -End So shoot me. I discovered that I have a soft spot for this type of stories. Comments would be nice.  |
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Re: Writers Club/Guild
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Expectations "I'm scared of everyone expectations to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to live up to them. [...] I can't handle that pressure. I can't live up to expectations like that." - Geo Stelar Is he the only one? I don't think so. So many people are like that, they tend to being chased by other people's expectations that they forget to go after their own dreams. We can see so many people like that. Let's take examples: Anorexia. Ever heard of it? I'm pretty sure you have. These girls lose to people's expectations, that's why they're become one. People expect girls to be pretty, and they don't like ugly girls. Many people define ugly as fat guys and girls and think they're disgusting. The anorexia are simply trying to live to this expectations. Students in many places lately. Why is this being one examples? Well, you see, they're trying to live up to their parents' and the society expectations: to be the best in school, to pass every exams, and so on. Ever heard about elementary students in Hong Kong that bring more than 3 kg backpack full of book? Well, the expectations on what the students should have know or able to do when graduate nowadays is such a mess that they force even elementary school students like that. Just imagine, or try to see what these expectations (and the pressure comes out of it) bring to the students (from elementary to college and Universities). Office Druid in Cubicles. They're expected to meet their deadline and work efficiently and effectively. And they do nothing but trying to live up to that expectations. The company expected it. Many of them don't have life but to work catching up with the deadline. Okay, now we know there are so many people losing up to it. the question is: are we able to break the expectations wall, and catch our own dream? And will we survive the pressure of not obeying people expectations? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- just something I write on some thinking at night  |
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Re: Writers Club/Guild
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on 2012-07-09 05:20:01 (edited 2013-12-27 00:57:24)
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I'm st-aring down, down at you I'm staaaaaaaaaring down, I can't take my eyes away I'm al-ways looking, aaaaaaaalways looking I'm always looking, so there's nothing I've overlooked I'm st-aring down, down at your behaviour I'm staring down at the way you carry yourself You've cl-utched on tight, it's already happened You've cluuuuuuuuutched so tight and driven my heart mad... I casually dream about you, with no intention But without noticing, I realised that time has flown by like an arrow (when I wake up) I can't stop dreaming about you I'm searching, I'm digging around (the Internet) Looking through all the history that you've revealed I'm stimulated, I'm absorbed, so excited, so tired, so painful A slave/master relationship, no control, I'm being carried away... A skill far more terrifying than expected from this world Blood and guts, I can only wield my chainsaw once again It purifies me, I can see our future It saves/pains me, I smile, I laugh I'm st-aring down, down at you, I can't look away for even one moment I'm al-ways watching, always watching everything So there's nothing that I haven't noticed... (What? You like this girl band? THEN I HATE THEM NOW.) I'm st-aring down, down at your behaviour, That irritating, captivating way you carry yourself You've cl-utched on tight, it's already happened In an instant, you've driven my heart's desire mad... I seek without tiring, I desire without limit I agonize without peace, my thoughts start to warp I'm vexed, I become miserable, I'm impatient, I'm jealous I have delusions, my thoughts run wild What else will you do to me? For bloodlust that shoots far above the imagination There can be no match, I sigh as I wield my chainsaw again I can see pain, or so I should see I don't want to be saved, if it means not seeing you again... In the reality I pretend not to see A 'stranger' coming up to you is just weird I fear that my senses are coming back to me And my calmed self whispers to me... "He's just a dream, isn't he?" IhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildrenIhatesmallchildren... (I can't stand this anymore) (I'm coming to you now) (I'll take this knife...) (And then I'll *********************************) Like it was just a dream I wake up abruptly, and sit up And close my eyes... "Blood? On my hands? I don't know what you're talking about..." |
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Re: Writers Club/Guild
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The best bump in awhile. I haven't been on...but hey! Here is a story I'm working on currently. Chapter 1 - No title yet :c. I might make one change to something though later on after it is all done. Hope you enjoy it! -Start- The Blackhawk hovered over the landing zone slowly decreasing in altitude. As the wheels touched the ground, the marines from the immediate surroundings started to run to the Blackhawk. The Blackhawk started opening fire with the door-side mounted miniguns, keeping the enemy at bay and allowing the marines to board. I looked back into the cabin from the pilots' seat waiting for some type of communication for us to be able to take off. My co-pilot Nao sat there looking at the instruments while remaining calm and composed. "Everyone's aboard" radioed Samantha, "Roger" Nao replied back thru her headset. As I looked at Nao, she gave me the thumbs up and a smile. Her smile made me feel good inside as I started to raise the Blackhawk off the ground, yet something was wrong. We were rising a bit slower than normal. "Just to let you know. I think were a bit overloaded" I said to Nao and the rest of the crew. "We could dump the extra ammunition to lower the weight" offered Samantha. "No no, we might need that. What about fuel?" I asked to Nao "We only have enough fuel to make it back to base" Replied Nao with a bit of a frown on her face. "Don't worry about it then. We will make do with what we have". As the Blackhawk started to rise above the trees, something was rising on the other side of the tree line at the same time, facing us. This made things far worse. "Everyone grab onto something!" I bellowed to everybody in the helicopter. "Get those doors closed!" yelled one of the crewchiefs. As the marines struggled with closing the doors, the enemy helicopter came fully into my line of sight. It was a Russian attack chopper. I made a hard right turn and tried to gain some airspeed. "Marlene, Chopper coming up on our 9 o'clock." radioed Nao, "Got It." yelled Marlene, She squeezed the triggers firing a spray of bullets into the enemy helicopter destroying its' armor. One of the marines started readying their grenade launcher and took aim. I could hear the guns firing from the other marines as well, damaging the chopper beside us. As I looked past Nao, I saw the enemy cockpit lit up with bullets and blood splatter all over the gunner’s seat and a bit at the pilot’s seat. It seemed that there was no-one left alive in that chopper, but to finish it off one of the marines finally fired their grenade launcher engulfing the enemy helicopter in flames effectively destroying what was left. As the enemy chopper slammed the ground, I could hear the marines erupt in cheers of a job well done. As I circled around the wreckage of the chopper, a loud ominous beeping noise filled the air. I started to panic and the rest of the crew as well. This effectively stopped the cheers from continuing in the back cabin. One of the marines stuck their head into the cockpit and looked at us with a curious face. “What’s that beeping noise?†the marine asked curiously. “Uhhh...I don’t know how to tell you this but we are being locked on to by some type of anti-air defense system†I replied with a weird tone in my voice. One of the sergeants overheard the conversation and pulled the marine back into the cabin while instructing the rest to brace for impact and hope to god we don’t get shot down. The loud beeping noise turned into a loud constant tone. I looked around for the missile but still could not find it. “MISSILE, AT OUR 5 O’CLOCK!†yelled Marlene, “HOLD ON!†I yelled, I banked to the left at the last minute barely dodging the missile. I saw the missile pass by my side view window and Mari, the crew chief who was on the right side. A minigun lit up the air with tracers hitting the missile to prevent it from turning around at us. The explosion was beautiful but I didn’t have time to admire it. The ominous tone filled the air signifying that another missile was coming towards us. “OUR IMMEDIATE 6 O’CLOCK, ANOTHER MISSILE†yelled Marlene. “COUNTERMEASURES AWAY†replied a slightly flustered Nao with a flick of a lever. With that flick of a lever, heated bright lights came out of our chopper and fired in all directions taking the missile with it exploding right under us. This didn’t mean that the threat was over, the tone was still there. We had flown into an anti-air trap. “MULTIPLE MISSILES INBOUND FROM ALL DIRECTIONS†Mari yelled. I looked around to see the missiles slowly surround us. There was a 10 second reload time for the next batch of flares to be fired. I looked at Nao and she nodded at me. With a flip of a switch Nao engaged dual mode, allowing her to assist with the piloting as I sent the helicopter diving down towards the ground from 300ft in the air. This was a scary moment, if we pull up too early the missiles will hit and it will be over for us, pull up too late and we crash into the ground. I have never had to do this before but with the lives of everybody on board in my hands, I had little to no choice. I looked at the altimeter and we were about 200 ft, descending at a rate of 25 ft per second. I wanted to pull up but Nao forced it back down. I waited for a sign to see when we were to pull up. We had about 100 ft left to impact with the ground. She suddenly pulled the stick towards her and I followed suit immediately. The helicopter immediately raised its nose from pointing at the ground to pointing parallel with the tree line. Nao flicked another switch and the flares fired out in all directions for the last time taking most of the missiles out, crashing them to the ground. Unfortunately one missile had evaded the counter measures and hit our tail rotor, violently shaking the whole helicopter. The marines panicked since they were in a traumatic experience. “We lost our tail rotor†Said Marlene after looking at the back. “Our instruments are all wonky now†Nao commented. It was already a struggle to keep in control of the helicopter due to the violent shaking but I looked at the instruments. They were all finicky at best. I was hoping it would hold together until we got back to base but that hope was dashed when Nao looked at me and uttered 5 words, forcing me to accept the inevitable. “We lost the tail rotor†Nao radioed to me, That left me with one option, Emergency landing behind enemy lines. I switched the radio frequency to the emergency channel. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, this is Rescue -1, we are going down" I radioed to dispatch, *Roger Rescue-1, you have priority* replied the dispatcher, Nao took over while I tried to keep whatever control I could. "Mayday Mayday Mayday, Rescue-1 is going down at grid..." I zoned Nao out and looked around and found a plain area with a hill. I held tight and guided the Blackhawk down into the area for a soft landing. As we went to a complete standstill, I turned off the engines and paused for a minute. The marines however were disembarking from the Blackhawk. I looked back at my crew and they looked alright. Nao looked at me with a concern look and I was worried. “Mark it's time for class. I'm surprised you're not at school yet" Nao said with a worried look. I looked away from my computer and turned towards the clock. It was 8:30 am. I only had 15 minutes till class starts but it takes 40-50 minutes to get there. I looked back at my screen and saw the marines standing around the cockpit laughing. "Isn't it always the same thing everyday Mark" said one of the marines, "Hey, Hey, Not all the time..." I replied, "Samantha, Mari, Marlene and me are in the computer lab" interrupted Nao, "Thanks Nao and I’ll see the rest of you later", I exited the game with a click of a button and immediately started to get ready to head out. As I grabbed my phone off the charger, it vibrated in my hands. I turned on the screen and looked at the phone. I got a text message from Marlene. I stopped in front of my bedroom door and took a look at the message. ‘Hey Mark, You missed your bus since you stopped to read this :p’ I immediately started to run. Running down a flight of stairs I threw my shoes on and continued towards the door. With my bag in hand I opened the main door and locked it then started to run to the bus stop. Sure enough, the bus was there and about to leave. I saw the traffic lights turn green and the bus should have left by now. But it did not. As I boarded the bus, the driver gave me a smile and showed me his phone as I went to put in my fare. It was message from Nao. ‘Hey John, You mind waiting for Mark? Thanks Nao’ “Thanks John†I said and smiled, “Marlene played a trick on you again†John asked with a smirk, “Yeah, One day I’ll get her back.†“Glad to hear it.†John put his phone away and looked ahead. It was still a green light for him and started to drive. I left the drivers area and went to go find a seat. As I found an empty seat, I pulled out my phone and started to type out a reply to Marlene. ‘Thanks Marlene.’ I pressed the send button and then clicked on the home button. The wallpaper filled the screen. It was a picture of Nao, Marlene, Samantha, Mari and me. Nao is 5’11 and has very long silver hair with blue eyes. She is well endowed as well but don’t tell her I said that. Nao likes to play video games but she really likes to travel around. Nao has a little sister named Mari. Nao really cares about everybody and I have a crush on her. Don’t tell her the last part! Marlene is somewhat the same height as me going about 5’6. She has a short blond hair look with brown eyes. Marlene is known to play tricks on me in a teasing manner. Once she finishes school she plans to join the military. Samantha is about the same height as Nao going around 5’10, with a black ponytail. Not much is said about her but she’s really nice and cares for others. Mari is Nao’s little sister, She’s about 5’4 and a year younger than us. Mari has short pink hair with hazelnut eyes. Then there’s me, not much can be said about me since I’m pretty bad at describing myself but I have black hair and stand around 5’6. I noticed the bus was making a left turn. We were almost at the station where I would transfer off to the subway. As the bus pulled into the bay I turned the screen off for my phone and placed it into my pocket. People around me started to stand up and prepared to exit the bus. I waited behind them and as the doors opened I slowly shuffled towards the exit. I waved goodbye to John and started walking towards the subway platform. I took a look at the clock where the transfer slips are given out. It was 8:35 am. I started to run. Even though I was not going to make it in time for the beginning of class, showing up for the class is better than not showing up at all. I went down towards the eastbound platform and saw the train just arriving. I walked quickly towards the waiting area as the train pulled into the station, when the doors opened I immediately went inside and found the closest seat and sat down. I looked down at my phone to see that it had no reception, so I plugged in my headphones and turned on the music. As the train travelled past station by station, the usual dark tunnel disappeared and the interior of the train started to shine in the sun. I took a look around the train to see no one else in it but some litter thrown around everywhere seemed to suggest someone else was here before. As the train stopped in the station, the doors opened and a huge rush of people went out from the other cabs of the train, for me the next stop was where I needed to go. The doors started to close and the train was about to depart the station. Suddenly there was a large noise coming thru all the PA system. “Everybody get off the train! There are people trying to hijack the train†announced one of the conductors, *OPEN THIS DOOR NOW OR WE WILL BREAK IT DOWN* yelled one of the people, I stood up and looked down the train to see where it was happening, as the train doors opened again allowing people to escape. I went into my bag and pulled out my retractable baton that someone had given me and went towards the emergency brakes. As soon they came into reach, I grabbed the brake and nothing happened. I then went towards the front of the train where the driver was. One of the secondary conductors came out of their booth and started to head towards the front via the platform. I immediately followed closely behind. I pulled out my phone, swiped the unlock command and went to the phone application and hit a random number on speed dial. I was hoping that someone else already called 911. I heard a ring then a pick up. *This is Marlene, what’s up Mark* Marlene asked, “In trouble at Border Gate Station, Train under attack†I replied, *Ok, I’ll get the group together and on the way, just do what you can*. “I only have a batonâ€. *Well...I remember hiding my weapon stash nearby...I guess you could take anything you need from there*, “A weapon stash?! Wait...Never mind that, where is itâ€, *The first door near the Designated Waiting Area, feel free to knock down the door if need be*, I turned around quickly since I had recently passed the door in the waiting area. “So quick question, why do you have a weapons stash here†I asked quickly, *Ummm...that’s not a question I can answer right now*, I arrived at the door and looked at it; it seemed to be a wooden door. *I have to hang up now, so I’ll talk to you as soon as I get there* *Beep Beep Beep* The phone call ended. I put my phone into my pocket and looked at the door again, I tried the handle but it was locked so there was no choice but to break it down. Just then, gunshots rang out in the station causing a lot of screaming from the concourse area down below. I quickly used my foot and attempted to kick down the door. The first attempt failed so I tried again. The door budged a bit but still did not open. My third attempt succeeded kicking the door open and breaking the lock in the process. I immediately went inside and slammed the door close. I looked around the room to see weapons and armor everywhere in that room. But something stood out in the corner of my eye, a note that had a picture of me on it. I went towards that note and saw what it was attached to. A Canadian variation of the US M4 called the C8 as I read off the information card attached to the note. I looked for the ammunition to find it already loaded in 7 PMAG’s. I grabbed a OTV Interceptor OD colored vest and grabbed the magazines, placing them in the appropriate pouches. I turned the safety off and placed a magazine into the gun then pulling back the charging handle and hitting the assist knob. After all the weapon checks, I grabbed a helmet and felt satisfied. I reached for the door but something held me back from opening the door, I felt the nervousness taking over my body as a few more gunshots rang thru the station. All that nervousness went out the window, I needed to act. I opened the door and immediately peeked out. I looked at both sides of the platform and stepped onto the platform. The train was still in the station so I didn’t necessarily have to check the other platform. I started to walk towards the front of the train with my gun up and ready, I flicked the safety from safe to semi and continued down the platform. There was little to no cover unless I went into the train but I made the conscious decision to avoid the train. I looked inside the train to see people cowering in fear but there was not much I could do, just then a person came out from the front of the train with a silver suitcase yelling at the people inside. He raised his gun, pointing directly into the doorway and fired. Immediately after his second shot, he turned facing my direction and had his gun pointed my way. I pulled the trigger several times while pointing in his general direction. The bullets flew all around him except one striking him in the arm throwing his gun behind him. As he fell to the ground, I slowly approached him. I could hear the cry of pain coming from him but I felt there was something off. The closer I got to him, the more he fidgeted. It was more apparent he was up to something but it was too late to do anything, I saw a pin being flung away from him. He rolled onto his back and flung something towards me. I stood there stunned as it was flung towards me and the guy started to roll inside the train leaving the metal suitcase behind. It was a grenade. As the grenade bounced off my vest and went towards the ground, I looked at the train and saw there were still people in it. “GRENADE†I yelled out, I had a split second to decide what to do either dive into the train or dive onto the grenade. The decision for me was obvious; I dived towards the grenade and landed on it feeling the hard metal ball hit my chest. It lasted a few seconds after I hit the floor but there was silence. It felt all peaceful, like the calm before the storm. But as that peaceful silence came, it left as it did, creating a loud explosion under me. I felt my body go into a pained state and then it felt like I flew into the air and landed. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I looked down towards the ground see blood coming out. ‘If I didn’t pass out yet, it couldn’t be that bad right?’ I thought to myself, In reality, it started to get a lot darker than what I remember this station before. I let myself smile and slowly gave into the darkness. ---------------------------------------------End of Introduction/Chapter 1-------------------------------------------------- 
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