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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 6:42 pm
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My story basically is just a short story. The only reason I had for writing this was just to express my creative side of me. I hope you like it every much.
Pathetic Uses For a Human. Part One.
The sky was salmon-colored pink with some of the morning sunlight relfecting through it to make it look more radiant; dew covered the entire lush green lawn where a small house -with bits of white paint and rusted metal frames for the doors and windows- stood in place. The house seemed to look more than over twenty years old and was built near a public park where many people enjoyed going.
There was one girl who lived there named, "Alyssa" who was -indeed- fourteen with her black kitten, "Gothika". Alyssa had lived with her parents until she was ten years old since her parents had died of a fatal car accident. At that night, she also found Gothika near a garbage can. Now it had been four years since the accident and living alone and Alyssa hopes to find someone to live with -or at least someone to live with her-.
Alyssa awoke abruptly as the same nightmare -which was her seeing her parents die in the accident- kept haunting her dreams which made her lose much sleep every night. Alyssa groaned softly with irratation as she shifted herself to slide off the bed, her bare feet touching the shagged carpet. Gothika lifted her head up s bit as she moved off the pillow that was next to Alyssa's pillow and slyly cuddled next to Alyssa to comfort her.
Alyssa giggled slightly, feeling happy to see Gothika and hunched her back over as she slowly stood up. Once up, Alyssa headed out of her room and headed to the miniature kitchen next to the living room. While walking out of her room, Gothika followed right behind her and trotted close to her. As soon as Alyssa entered the living room, she turned left and entered in the kitchen.
"What is there to eat? Hmmm," The words Alyssa spoke where a bit sratchy but Alyssa did not notice since she was searching the kitchen for anything to eat. She then headed forward and opened the refrigerator, ducking her head forward as her head moving side to side and up and down to find whatever was left from last night. But sadly, there was only condimend packets and a liter of coca cola.
"Guess we will have to starve until I get paid from my job Gothika..." Alyssa said, feeling disappointed since her stomach growled intensely meaning that she was quite hungry. Working at a coffee shop didn't pay much for her but at least it helped them get by the bills and get some food once in a while. Gothika meowed softly and headed out of the kitchen, going into the living to lay upon the couch.
Alyssa moved her head upwards and closed the refrigerator door shut, turning away from it and headed to where Gothika was. Today seemed boring -as everyday she entcoutered- and sighed, hoping that tomorrow would be different. If only the days were different... Alyssa thought sliently, nearing the couch.
She soon sat down beside Gothika and moved her gaze to the nearby window which had reflected some light on the glass and made seeing the outside easier. Outside of the house had seemed wonderful: Soft breeze, sunlight, chattering and laughing. It all seemed like a fantasy for Alyssa.
With one last look at the window, she had begun to close her eyes and soon dream, wondering what tomorrow was going to be like. Gothika snuggled close to Alyssa while Alyssa slept peaceful, a smile formed upon her face gently as she felt comfortable and safe. Gothika always did this since it was a habit but Alyssa didn't care, she was fond that someone and/or something cared for her -at least she knew she was not alone-.
( I will finish LATER! )
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:54 pm
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+Doesn't look very appetizing
I really, really like the poem "Unknown and Yet, Untold". It kind of convays a message of grief, and saddness. Someone, crying out for anyone to love her, to cherish her, and tell her not to throw her life away because she is special to them. She is confused and alone, with no one to guide her along the road of life. She wants to be noticed, for someone to notice that she is not dead, not yet anyways. And that if no one is to love her, then why keep on living?
Sorry if none of this makes sense, or if I am really wrong on the concept of the poem. Thats what I feel when I read it. It was beautifully written and had some good flow. Nice job, and keep on wirtting. I am anxious to read more.
~EP
Well, it's no irritable grizzly+
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 5:42 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:24 pm
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WildWildWindWhisperer Vice Captain
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