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Right, here's some of the short stories and scenes for stories I've written. Please R&R ^_^

Also, these stories are on my pages, the one called Short Stories

Resistance

Wish. My name. My name is Wish. Cold. Burning. Contrasting. The words that describes this room that’s my cage. Fear. What I use to feel. And fighting back. It’s useless now. But even now, I’m still resisting. The last spark of my old self refusing to give in. That selfish hope and wish to know that my attempts at making him unhappy wasn’t in vain. Even though he’s always gotten what he wanted, even though I’ve never won, I still try. Even though I’ve decided to give in, that last spark wont let me.

A soft click of the doors told me of his presence in the room. “You’ve become thin.” His voice was deep, resounding. Beautiful. Almost enough for me to turn to look at him. I didn’t move or show any response that I’ve heard him. He knows that I’ve heard.

“I’ve heard that you haven’t been touching your meals.” I continued to stare out the window. He sat down next to me on the window ledge. “I brought you something.” From the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out a red apple and a knife from one of the pockets of his coat.

That’s right, I use to love apples. The way that the skin breaks and the crunch in the flesh. The way the sweet and sometimes sour juice flows from the wound of my bite. Morbid. Significant. Too much. How fitting the description is. How close the connection is.

He started to peel the apple. “Isn’t it easier to just let me win? Stop fighting me. You’ll only get more punishment from resisting. What do I need to do? Kill all those so called friends and family of yours whom believe you dead? Can you bare with the fact that you’re the cause that the rest of your comrades to die?” I wanted to hit him but my body was too tired to respond, my mind too numbed.

He offered the apple to me. I ignored him. He sighed and sliced off a piece and offered me that. I didn’t move. He put down the knife and the rest of the apple and moved closer. He forced me to face him with the hand that didn’t hold the slice of apple. I gave him a face blank of any and all expression. His grip became tight. The blank mask on my face was firmer then any grip he can place on me. He wanted to see pain on my face. I wont give that to him. His hand slackened, then it was at my neck. He slammed me against the wall. A sharp throb of pain shot through me, then dulled. My mouth opened to a silent cry of pain. He shoved the apple into my mouth. “Eat” he growled.

Suddenly, as if all the years of pent up emotions, the feelings that I’d thought I had killed, feelings that he had killed, were released, a pure rush of hate and adrenalin coursed through me. For the first time in years, I fought back. I bit down hard on his hand, drawing blood as I slammed my elbow into his neck. Before he could react I pulled up my legs to knee him in the groin and the stomach, then, kicked him off of me. He grunted. I tried to stand up but he kicked my legs out from under me. My head smashed against the window, breaking it. I could feel cuts from the broken glass all over the back of my head and neck and warm blood trickling onto my shirt.

A mad grin spread over my face. My first and final win. I shoved myself back. A look of shock passed through his eyes as they met mine.

I remember all those days when we laughed together, played together. How lonely I was when you left for those years. How different you’ve become when I saw you again. Enemies. Childhood friends. Lovers. Then, master and prisoner. When did protection turn to possession? Love to hate? When did both of us forget to smile?

As I felt myself fall, I realized something. I could’ve done this long ago. Just break open the window and jump yet I never did. I look up at the window, you were leaning out, looking down at me. I can see tears falling. I smiled at you. A true, honest smile. I didn’t want you to be alone. I wanted to stay with you. I loved and still love you.

And so, if we can be given another chance, another life time together, let’s have a different ending to our story.

-------------------((Morbid, Romantic, Tragic, and so full of bullshit. Right. I was rereading the Shaman King fanfics: "Resistance", "Submission" and "Scabs" and BAM! This hit me like a ton of bricks. Of course, since most people prefer my writings to be straight, I made it a guy/girl relationship....and it somehow doesn't feel right for me to make this a guy/guy so.....))
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“This is beautiful. Thank you. She would’ve loved this.”

“It was her favorite. I thought…” a choked sob.

What’s going on? I can’t see anything. Why is it so dark in here?

“Shh. It’s alright. Let’s go home.”

“Yes...let’s go.”

“Goodbye Jay, don’t be too hard on yourself over Jess’s death.”

“May you rest in peace, Jess” A lot of footsteps, fading away.

Jess? My twin sister is dead? No, that’s not right. I can hear her voice…talking to them! Why are they calling her Jay?! They think I’m her! Why would she do this! I’m still alive! I began to struggle. I could feel the soft fabrics that line the coffin and I banned on the top of the sealed casket. It wouldn’t open, it’s already been nailed shut!

“I see you’re awake now,” her voice came muffled, “But too late, they’re already all gone but for me.”

“Let me out,” I yelled, “Why are you doing this? I’m not dead and nor are you!”

“Aw, but I spent so long setting up “my” death. If I let you out, it’ll ruin my plans.” Her voice was syrupy and coy, almost as if she’s holding back laughter. Then, it turned bitter, “You’ve always been so much better then me. Even though we look exactly the same, people would always only look to you. Praise only you. How beautiful you are, how intelligent, a prodigy! But I can do them too! Have they ever praised me? NEVER! It’s always about you.

You stole them all from me. Our parents only shower you with presents, brother only ever pay you any attention, even my boyfriend. You took him too! That day, when he proposed to you, was the day he told me that he loves you more then me. He didn’t even tell me that he’s seeing you! He cheated on me with my own sister! How could he do that to me. How could you. I thought that even though we are treated so differently, you would always see me as an equal. Oh, how wrong I was. But now, it’s all mine! My name, my family, my brother, my lover and fiancé, not yours. Goodbye sister.”

-------------------((I really like this one cuz it's morbid yet tragic. Jess has a inferior complex toward her twin sister, Jay. Even if she's treated the same, she feels....out of the limelight. You know the potion thing the Friar gave to Juliet that'll make her go into a "death like sleep" in Romeo and Juliet? That's the potion Jess used on Jay and she lied to others saying that she was Jay and the "dead" girl was Jess. It takes place sometime way back when people are still buried without the burning to ash stuff.))
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Moment of Death

My eyes are glassy, my body unmoving. I keep on wondering, where am I? Why can’t I move? Is there something wrong with me? Then I’ll wonder who I am. Why am I here? Where is here?

I can almost see myself outside of my body. Then I realize that I was. I looked at myself. I looked like I was asleep, no, that’s not right. I’m too still to be simply sleeping. My chest didn’t move to show that I was breathing. I moved closer and reached to brush away the ebony hair that fell across my face. My features were pale and soft, like a child’s. Perhaps I am a child, I look to be only 7. Maybe younger even.

I began to look about the room. There was nothing but the small bed I laid on and a desk in the corner. Everything was white. The walls, the bed, the desk, everything but me. But even then, my face was bordering grey. I remember the words now. A black and white picture. That’s what this place reminds me of. I reached out to touch the walls.

I could feel them. They were cool and felt smooth. I turned to the other walls. They all felt the same. But where’s the door? The window? The light? Why is it that even though there are no lights nor any windows for the light to come in, the room is so bright? Is this a dream or is this reality?

Another question occurred to me. Why is it that I can touch everything? I looked at my hands, truly looked. They weren’t transparent like I had thought. They weren’t ghost like at all. They were solid but they were grey. I looked down at the rest of my body. Grey, grey, and more grey.

I could tell that my eyes were wide and confused. Why is everything grey? What’s with this place? Is there something wrong with this place? Is it my eyes? What’s going on?

I moved to look at the me sleeping, no, laying, on the bed, hoping that I might see something I missed the first time. The me on the bed didn’t seem any different that she had been when I first looked. Then, her eyes opened.

Large bloodered eyes peered up at me, she smiled. The moment her eyes met mine, something changed. The room became unbearably bright and I remembered.

The chains. Gags. I tried to scream. It hurt. Their laughter. The white laboratory. Knives, scalpels, needles. Pain. Then, red. Everything became red. I clutched at my eyes. They burned, a fiery pain as if they were melting, yet I could still see her/me. She became older, 10.

“What’s her reaction rate?” “The sight enhancer was rejected by number 6253” “What! What’s her stats?” Eleven. “She’s blind” “We don’t need failed experiments” “Kill her” “Get rid of her” “No, we can still use her.” Twelve. “What’s her response?” “It’s numbing her nervous system” “Her sight came back!” “She can’t ingest fluids” “Keep her alive. I don’t care what you do, keep her alive” Thirteen. “Knock her out! She’s struggling too much!” “We need to tie her up” “Don’t let her bite her tongue, gag her if you have to” Fourteen. “We can’t use her anymore” “She’s useless now” “We need to dispose of her” “What if she wakes before we kill her?” “Do whatever you need to”

Red. Beautiful and full of the color of life. Flowing, soaking, dieing. My eyes shot open only to see the blade come down. My voice came back and I screamed.

“Die,” he whispered. That was the last thing I saw, his deep rust red eyes gazing coolly at me in the moment of my death. In the corner of his eye, glimmered a single tear.

-------------------((....don't really know what to say for this one. It's actually about a girl who's created purely for science but along the way, she developed a mind and heart of her own. She escaped many times and believed that she succeeded once but it was actually the scientists letting her go to see her reaction to the outside world and her ability to learn and adapt herself. They sent a guy to "become her friend" to keep an eye out for her. Since he's pretty much the first person who's ever been kind to her, she fell in love with him....sort of.....and they took advantage of her feelings. After they recaptured her, they tried to reprogram her mind to get rid of the emotions but it backfired and she went into coma. Stuck in limbo with a living body, she kept on dreaming without remembering who she was. The guy that she fell in love with knew that her death would be ordered soon from the higher-ups and he requested to be the one to kill her. The truth was that he also loved her deep down and wanted to see her one last time. And yes, he was crying in the end.))
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Sleep

There's not much I'd give for anyone. But then again, that might include myself. Or not. I don't care much for anyone either. I use to know what it's like to love and care. I don't remember any of that. Maybe I use to be beautiful. Liked even. Now I'm alone. It's always dark here. Sometimes I wonder where I am. A dream? Maybe. Sometimes I can hear voices. I use to hear a lot of noise. Like crying and yelling. It was tiring to listen to. How long has it been since I heard something like that? I don't know. There's no such thing as time where I am. It's like a slow floating feeling. Like you're not really there. It's so quiet right now.

But there's something out there. It's like a small but strong rope that ties me to something. It wraps tightly around my pinky and keeps me from floating off. Like the string of a balloon. I couldn't get rid of it. I just want to float off into the dark nothingness. To have it lull me to eternal rest. I sighed. Or maybe it's just in my mind. I can't tell the difference either way. Suddenly I felt the string loosen. I almost smiled. Finally free. Maybe this is sleep. Maybe I'm finally allowed to float away into the inky darkness.

~~~~~~~~~

There were a bunch of people gathered together. Everyone wore black yet no one cried. A funeral.

"She was such a sweet girl"

"They were in an accident. It's not really anyone's fault that the frost was there"

"I wish she had came out of that coma"

"They're together now"

"Oh yeah, her lover was in the car too"

"Yeah, they were at the hospital together"

"Didn't the doc say their heart monitor stopped at the same time?"

"Yeah!"

"I guess that's what people mean when they say two people are 'meant to be'"

"Yeah, now they're together forever"

"They're happy"

"Yes, they are"

-------------------((Depressing story isn't it? What ever. I'm not in a mood for happy energetic stuff. I feel like sleeping forever myself right now. Oh well. Not like it'll happen just yet so I might as well as eat dinner. This sucks. It's winter break and I'm all alone with people I don't get along with at all and I can't even go to Julie's house cause she's not there TT_TT. Also, no one's on.))
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Water

So crystal like, this smooth blue glass. So delicate. So easily broken. Shattered to liquid by even the gentlest of touches and movement. I wanted to surround myself with it. With it's calmness. Become one with it's vastness. So absolutely breath-taking this smooth piece of art is.

I willed to touch it yet was afraid of destroying the beauty of it's stillness. But today is different. I know that I can reach out and wrap myself in it's cool presence. I stood high above it, looking down, and smiled in joy, knowing that I will be the one to shatter it. To be loved and love it back. I let myself fall.

There was a sense of cold glass against my body before I broke through into it. I turned to look up. The deep indigo blue shimmered under the brilliant white light of the moon. I can see it through the broken pieces of blue. Patches that barely formed a round orb, no bigger then a dainty dime.

I can feel the blueness fill into my lungs as clear bubbles of air left me. I smiled. I'm finally free.

((---------Right. This one came outta no where. I suppose it's cause of the rain two days ago. I love the rain. It calms me down and cools my body. If my body is cold, I don't feel emotions and I think more clearly and less biased. Anyways, for the story, if you haven't figured it out it, the character is or was talking about drowning in water.))
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Love and Isanity

I stood alone in the rain, gazing up into the stormy sky. A gentle smile upon my face as I slowly closed my eyes. A small stream of tears flowed down my cheeks. No, they're rain water. But they're warm, I argued with myself, and they flowed from my eyes. But why? Why am I crying? Ah I remember now. Today is that day.

~~~4 years ago~~~

"No," I murmered. "He.......... You're lying!!! He can't!!!! He can't be dead!!!! He promised me! He promised!" my voice had raised to a yell. I turned away from the nurse in front of me and attempted to run into the room. To where he is, was. I saw a figure, lying so still on the white bed. A pure white sheet draped over his still and unmoving form. As if all of the energy was sucked out of me, I quieted and walked slowly with dread toward the bed. When I reached it, I raised a trembling hand to the edge of the sheet and with sudden force, ripped it away from the body.

I stared, wide-eyed at the beautiful person before me. His once brightly hued face now a waxy white; his once constantly cheerful and grinning face now an empty blank mask; his open eyes that were once so alive now so absolutely hollow. His bright green eyes were dull and lifeless as was his dark black hair.

I let my trembling hand brush softly against his cold cheeks, the closed his eyes. I felt empty, as if all emotions had left me. I turned and walked out of the room, past the nurse at the door, out into the dark, rainy night. My whole body and mind felt numb. I walked faster and faster till I was running. The wind and rain whipped in my face, soaking me completely within moments. I didn't care. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the rain. I couldn't stop so I kept on running blindly, not knowing nor caring about where I was and how far I had ran.

I grew tired and was forced to stop. Hiding myself away in a small alleyway, I fell asleep, crying. That's how they found me the next morning. Half dead and soaking wet. The so called kindness brought me to a hospital and forced me to live. Forcing me to live when all I wanted was to die and be with my beloved.

~~~~~~

I smiled sadly at the memory. I had pretended that I was fine, persuaded the nurses that I can take care of myself for a little bit and they had left me alone. It was a rainy day like then, my clothes were soaked through. I brought the small, stolen blade from my jean pocket. My smile grew wider. Its been exactly four years since the day he had died. Four years apart from him. Now we can finally be together. I brought the blade down and embedded it deep into my breast, into my heart.

For you. My beloved. My friend. My lover. I love you. Only you. Eternally.

((---------How was that? Angsty much? I like this story. It reminds me of Ruzzell. Written in memory of Jason. May he rest in peace. And no, I'm not gonna do suicide just cause my character did, nor am I in a situation quiet like hers, similar, but not the same. So sorry to those who wants me dead. That's not gonna happen anytime soon ^_^.))
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