Just Write! Story
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How about detective short stories? Science fiction? Horror? Sad stories? Satire?
All of these must contain love meh?
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Naughty Hippo.Originally posted by InnoHippo:The rain has stopped and i has stopped feeling sleepy
Wonder when will the rain start again and when i will start feeling sleepy again -
Thanks Liz. Must have confident in yourself mah.Originally posted by Bluesky_Liz:Great reads, DP and LazerLord.
I can't write a short story to save my life. Keep em coming.
You can do it! Just Write!
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Nice ending.Originally posted by ShrodingersCat:It is raining and I am driving when the song came on the radio. It is my fault for tuning into the wrong FM, the one that played hits of days long past.
The rain is getting heavier and I flick the windscreen wiper a notch up. I can barely see through the slate of water that came pouring down. It looks misty outside, or is it inside?
I hear the lyrics tell of a story of a love that had changed - inexplicably - another cliched love song, dedicated to yet another broken heart. I can hear him through my thoughts, telling me that the crack in the window frame would take longer to seal because the glue takes longer to dry up - weather like this and luck like ours doesn't go together.
Static interrupted my reverie. He tells me sad songs are not meant for rainy days.
It doesn't matter - I tell him - sooner or later, those sunny days will come. -
This is funny. Thanks for sharing DriftingGuy!Originally posted by DriftingGuy:"What did I miss today?" I wondered aloud much to the curious stares of the listless few who sat around me, as bus No. 666 rolled out slowly from a deep slumber with a diesel-fueled groan.
Not much different from 666, the early morning breeze saw me unceremoniously awaken from past-rainy-day hibernation to the harsh routine of work by my boss' friendly 5 am sms.
"Can cover todae? Alex say he sck today. Msg me once u rch. k?"
Low in spirits made impossibly lower by the blank stares of those of similar plight, I wind down the windows to let in air eager to squeeze into the stuffy confines of 666 as it warmed up to cruise mode.
The rushing wind slows into a lingering breeze over me. With that comes the realization of what I missed; as I looked down past my tie, my shirt trim and neat, my flannel black pants and finally resting my wide, shocked eyes upon my exposed toes peeking back at me through my slippers. -
What to do ...Originally posted by DriftingGuy:How about detective short stories? Science fiction? Horror? Sad stories? Satire?
All of these must contain love meh? 
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lolx some got no love le got envy though
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Wah hahaha!Originally posted by DriftingGuy:"What did I miss today?" I wondered aloud much to the curious stares of the listless few who sat around me, as bus No. 666 rolled out slowly from a deep slumber with a diesel-fueled groan.
Not much different from 666, the early morning breeze saw me unceremoniously awaken from past-rainy-day hibernation to the harsh routine of work by my boss' friendly 5 am sms.
"Can cover todae? Alex say he sck today. Msg me once u rch. k?"
Low in spirits made impossibly lower by the blank stares of those of similar plight, I wind down the windows to let in air eager to squeeze into the stuffy confines of 666 as it warmed up to cruise mode.
The rushing wind slows into a lingering breeze over me. With that comes the realization of what I missed; as I looked down past my tie, my shirt trim and neat, my flannel black pants and finally resting my wide, shocked eyes upon my exposed toes peeking back at me through my slippers. -
Heheheh.. very funny~~ okok don't like love huh.. let's try something else... Hmmm detective story..Originally posted by DriftingGuy:"What did I miss today?" I wondered aloud much to the curious stares of the listless few who sat around me, as bus No. 666 rolled out slowly from a deep slumber with a diesel-fueled groan.
Not much different from 666, the early morning breeze saw me unceremoniously awaken from past-rainy-day hibernation to the harsh routine of work by my boss' friendly 5 am sms.
"Can cover todae? Alex say he sck today. Msg me once u rch. k?"
Low in spirits made impossibly lower by the blank stares of those of similar plight, I wind down the windows to let in air eager to squeeze into the stuffy confines of 666 as it warmed up to cruise mode.
The rushing wind slows into a lingering breeze over me. With that comes the realization of what I missed; as I looked down past my tie, my shirt trim and neat, my flannel black pants and finally resting my wide, shocked eyes upon my exposed toes peeking back at me through my slippers. -
I asked the auntie at the stall why she did not open yesterday. She said she had been busy all day.
The curry she cooked today was not as good as it usually is. She said I was here too early, and the curry did not have time to stew.
It was true that she looked especially tired today, and there were fresh bruises on her face. I asked gently if he hit her again last night. She had a tired smile, and went on stirring the pot.
The meat was too tough, I told her, she should complain to her vendor. She nodded and scooped up another bowl for the next customer.
Where is he? I asked. Is he drinking with his friends again instead of helping you?
A split second passed as her stirring paused. Then she looked at me in the face and said "He won't be back anytime soon. You want to tabao?" -
I guessed the beer and vodka concoction was too much for me.
So were the chicken wings and pizzas, now lying all around the floor.
I couldn't move around much. Everything was much much bigger than it always seem. Thomas looks huge in that brown overcoat and the floor tremor-ed as he was running about. So was his missus. A demure and petite lady with pencil thin waist looked incredibly magnified in that polka dot dress she wore.
Wow, the party was such a riot. There were so many people that i think i risked myself getting trampled while scrambling and scouring for food to eat.
I decided to play safe last night. When the coast was clear, i head over the clear and colourless liquid which i presumed was plain water but i was so wrong. The hangover was derilious. I am still feeling full from last night's part and the leftovers can last me for the rest of this week if they decided not to clear them up.
Ahhh..the life of a mouse..How lucky am i to be one. -
Joe told me to wait a while more.
I said I couldn't as I must reach there before minite as it's Christmas Eve!
....I rushed out and seached for a cab but there was no sight of any. My breath became heavier...thoughts arose, " I must baptize again in this special night!"..." I must...must be baptized with Holy spirit!"
My heart pray for a miracle!
While I was searching for cab anxiously,something caught my attention. I paused and stared at the Church, uttered loud, " Thank lord
Jesus, Church of the Holy Spirit !"
Holy Night!... Holy Christ!...hmmm....I had sang a song for Lord Jesus Christ -
Originally posted by ShrodingersCat:
Oooh. Does make you wonder.
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That's cute. If we were smaller everything would be in larger portions.Originally posted by Master -_-:Ahhh..the life of a mouse..How lucky am i to be one. Watch out for that cat above you. -
I wish that would happen everytime I was late for work.Originally posted by Owl^: -
Clad in a trenchcoat, he stared a the newspaper clippings that plastered the wall."somethings not right." he thought to himself.
He tried finding the answer from the newspaper, but it told him the very story that he already knew: a girl was killed in the casino. The police could not find anything else, except for a 5 of diamond beside her, and a game of unfinished solitare on the table. The newspaper also stated 4 other similar cases that happened that week.
His line of sight shifted from the articles, to the wall clock, and then to his unfinished game of solitare. suddenly, the hand phone on the table rang, at this very momont, a young lad burst into the room.
he raised an eyebrow and told the young lad, "lets go, they will be here anytime." With that, they left the room, ignoring the hand phone. Due to the fact that the phone was in vibration mode, it shifted from its original position, revealing a 6 of diamond card. And on the door was the name "Officer Jane Knightly"-- the detective of that case. -
That's interesting.
It seems like a lot of you guys are good at coming up with short stories. -
Chicken curry or mutton?Originally posted by ShrodingersCat:I asked the auntie at the stall why she did not open yesterday. She said she had been busy all day.
The curry she cooked today was not as good as it usually is. She said I was here too early, and the curry did not have time to stew.
It was true that she looked especially tired today, and there were fresh bruises on her face. I asked gently if he hit her again last night. She had a tired smile, and went on stirring the pot.
The meat was too tough, I told her, she should complain to her vendor. She nodded and scooped up another bowl for the next customer.
Where is he? I asked. Is he drinking with his friends again instead of helping you?
A split second passed as her stirring paused. Then she looked at me in the face and said "He won't be back anytime soon. You want to tabao?" -
I was expecting that after this sentence.Originally posted by Master -_-:There were so many people that i think i risked myself getting trampled while scrambling and scouring for food to eat. -
can i just write on anything?
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Yes.Originally posted by Mospeada:can i just write on anything? No x-rated materials - we try to be a family friendly site. -
He lay in a field with his eyes to that azure sky, thick undergrowth bordered it's edges, a ridge on the side bordering the road.
It was a place someone had been murdered, many years ago.And now, he has come seeking death- his own.
he lay in the field, watching that impossibly blue sky, on a fair day. What is beyond the Earth,in a sky above concerned not one like him ,to whom into the earth was where he was going. And in that field he lay, only the passage of clouds gave sense of time.
In that field, obscured from worldly matters, one that had seen better days- a school,a camp- but was now nothing,a blank,a field it was called. So did he think of himself and bemoaned the passing of his own days, the ones filled with laughter, when he loved and was loved in a world that followed time faithfully.
Traffic sounded occasionally from the road, a couple of meters just over the ridge. It was no matter, nobody would stop.
To kill one's self required a rational frame of mind, the composure and the will to execute the terrible deed was of paramount importance. He had none of that, he lived wanting to die but was unable to kill himself,so it was hell. But here in this field he lay, not acting was what was required of him.
Thus he waited faithfully.
Clouds amassed stopped moving, time froze in a single frame and it started to drizzle. Was it for her or himself that he cried?
He lay there crying into the rain, something warm blew on his neck, a shaft of pain like light stabbed into his consciousness. and he was up, punching and kicking at that wet shaggy coat of fur, a yelp told him he had made contact and he ran... over the ridge into the path of an incoming car. -
What do you have in mind?Originally posted by Mospeada:can i just write on anything? -
This part I don't understand. What is this "that wet shaggy coat of fur?"Originally posted by ironoxideman:He lay there crying into the rain, something warm blew on his neck, a shaft of pain like light stabbed into his consciousness. and he was up, punching and kicking at that wet shaggy coat of fur, a yelp told him he had made contact and he ran... over the ridge into the path of an incoming car.
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Wrote this a year ago.
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“No! Lee! Lee! Lee…..” she screamed in her mind as Lee slowly sank down into the dark depths…
She woke up, startled. Sitting up, she scratched her head. It was her recurring nightmare, one which haunted her ever since her imprisonment.
“Get the hell out of my head!” she screamed at the mirror, watching her reflection do the same exact thing. She washed herself, and sat on the floor, leaning against the walls. She looked at the cold steel bars. The bars that limited her for nine years and eight months. Looking at the calendar, she realised, with a shock, that it was exactly ten years ago when Lee drowned. Drowned because of her. Ever since then, she was caged. Caged inside her own remorse, agony.
“107982, here’s your breakfast.” came a rough voice. A tray of food appeared in front of her. “Thanks, David.” she said, with a fade smile. David was the warden of her cell for the past nine years. A kind, but strict man. Yet, he seemed to have a soft spot for her. Maybe it was because he saw her agony. Her sufferings, her misery, her mental jail.
Slowly eating the food, she occasionally stopped to look at the walls and bars which had bounded her for nearly ten years.
Finishing, she put the tray exactly where it was when David left it. Sitting on the grass mat which had been her bed for the past nine years, she glared out of the window. A ray of sunshine shot in. Admiring the skies and the birds, she longed for freedom. Not her physical freedom, but her freedom from her recurring nightmare. She wanted to be free. Free like the birds. Then suddenly, it hitted her. Her only path to freedomÂ…
Running up the stairs, she looked back. Four wardens were on her tail, probably more were coming by the minute. Panting, she willed herself to go on. “Your only path to freedom!” she screamed to herself in her mind. Finally, she saw it. The door. She jumped at it and opened it. Rays of sunshine hit her, blinding her momentarily. Recovering herself, she ran towards the edge.
“Freedom at last, Lee.” she thought happily as she stepped out. She was on the ground when the wardens finally reached the top.
“M…y.. f…re…e...d...o...m…”