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READ THE STORY!!!!
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When I gaze this boy, all I can think about is how different he was compared to me. But, yet in a way, I did not care so much. Again, and again and again, did I watch this boy. Why? I hadn't the fondest clue. He seemed normal as most people would. He had this boyish charm and delightful fashion sense that I could not really describe. He certainly contrasted with me, like he was my pure opposite. His cheerful ways and fashion versus my cold exterior and, from what I've heard, my anti-social ways. I wasn't always cold but compared to this young man, it would seem so. Why was I so fascinated with him? It was probably nothing. But his attitude towards me and everyone was what I truly admired. Even though he was shy, he always stuck to being himself and didn’t take any shame from his choices. He loved being open, unlike I, who likes to keep things away from others. I always hide my true feelings despite myself. Finally, I built up the courage I needed for this one action. To feel brave, yet ready for rejection. I'm going to ask him out.
I had plenty of chances. We had the same lunch and a few classes together, but I just couldn’t get close. He spent his time with all of his friends, who happened to be girls. I didn’t want to talk to him in front of all those bimbos. I decided to take the plunge at lunch. I walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. He jumped, “What?” he said. He almost looked scared, as though he expected me to hurt him.
“Could, could I talk to you?” I asked him. The girls at the table giggled madly.
“Ok,” he said getting up. I led him around the corner and generally away from the rest of the noisy crowds. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, I was wondering,” I said. “I’ve been, kinda, watching you, for a while. I was wondering, thinking, that maybe, we could, I dunno,” I calmed down enough to say what I wanted to say. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place this weekend.”
“Uh, sure,” he said simply. “Who else will be there?”
“Well, I guess I could get a few friends over. I mean, I’d rather it, just be you,” I said. I looked shyly into his eyes. “And me.”
“But,” he said dazed. “I didn’t think, you were,”
“Do you not want to come?” I asked.
“Well, no, it’s just that,” he looked over at me and blushed. “I just, didn’t think you were.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Well, you always act all,” he blushed some more. “Manly.”
“So,” I asked.
After a moment he smiled. “I’d love to,” he said. That made me smile, the first real smile I think has ever crossed my face. The bell rang and we walked hand in hand to our class.
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Yes this is an entry based on boy love, deal with it. Don’t whine about, don’t make angry hateful homophobic comments that have to relation to the entry.
Feel free to P.M. me with suggestions or comments.
 ProphetofPower · Sun Mar 18, 2007 @ 05:13pm · 4 Comments |
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(I'm bored)
~3,150 years ago~
Radiant Garden, The fifth war of the second age raged on without end. Thousands of troops marched from Hollow Bastion, thousands more marched from the city of Rhen-Sang, Hollow Bastion's largest foe. At this time the Ikana had not yet gone near the warring cities.
On this day, the Wyvern King was to lead the final charge against the armies of Rhen-Sang. The ground shook as the armies charged at one another. The Wyvern King and the Pheonix King of Rhen-Sang met in combat high above the battle far below. Neither army could gain any sort of foothold on the terrein. Men died wave after wave as the day wore on.
It was on the seventh day of the charge that the world changed forever. Both the Wyvern and the Pheonix kings had flown over the main castle of Hollow Bastion. With one fell charge the Pheonix King impaled the Wyvern King upon a spire of the castle.
Months later Rhen-Sang marched into Hollow Bastion, weeks after that most of the city had been destroyed. Both the citizens and the army fought against the invaders. This, was only the beginning.
~3,050 years ago~
The world was in absolute chaos. It had been almost ten years since the old king had died. Hollow Bastion had not had a true Wyvern King in over a hundred years, which far from elevated the situation. Widespread riots went on unchecked. There was no army to stop the rioters, there was no army to save the innocent, no one to save the capital city of Radiant Garden. One hundred years of hell.
The desert people of Ikana had long since avoided the city. The chaos and destruction had spread far enough. They had left the city to it's own devices. It was to the people to resolve the conflict, not theirs.
The fifth month of a bloody civil war dragged on ever so slowly. It was midnight, the sounds of gunfire rang throughout the allys of the city. Quite suddenly a massive sonic boom rent the air. The sky above Hollow Bastion was lit up with a bright red light. A meteor streaked towards the ground. Naturally the citizens panicked. A meteor was never a good thing to hit ones world. A square block of buildings were decimated when the meteor struck the planet.
Slowly the people began coming out of their housees. Most all of them had some form of weapon with them. Guns and swords clattered to the ground when they saw the meteor's crash sight. The meteor was not a lump of rock and metal, it was a person. A boy, about sixteen by the look of him. It was not the fact that he was standing in a smouldering crater that stunned the citizens. It was his wings. The boy had a pair of cold grey/blue wings. "By the gods," one man said falling to his knees. "The Wyvern King has returned."
"King?" the boy said. "Am I a king?"
None dared to speak. A young boy stepped forwards from the crowd. "Our king died a long time ago," he said.
"We need a king," a woman said. The people knew that she had already had several sons who had died in the wars. "PLease," she said sobbing. "Help us." she fell to her knees. "Please, please, please,"
The Wyvern boy walked over to the woman and kneeled. He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I will. If you so want it, I'll be your king."
"If I may," the first man said. "By what name shall we call you?"
"I'm Jason," the boy said.
ProphetofPower · Sun Mar 18, 2007 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments |
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"The 21st century is when everything changes, and you've gotta be ready."
ProphetofPower · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 11:27pm · 1 Comments |
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1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. How have I affected you?
5. What do you think of me?
6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?
7. How long do you think we will be friends?
8. Do you love me?
9. Do you have a crush on me?
10. Would you kiss me?
11. Would you hug me?
12. Would you ever make out with me?
13. Physically, what stands out?
14. Emotionally, what stands out?
15. Do you wish I was cooler?
16. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?
17. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
18. Am I lovable?
19. How long have you known me?
20. Describe me in one word.
21. What was your first impression?
22. Do you still think that way about me now?
23. What do you think my weakness is?
24. Do you think I'll get married?
25. What makes me happy?
26. What makes me sad?
27. What reminds you of me?
28. If you could give me anything what would it be?
29. How well do you know me?
30. When's the last time you saw me?
31. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
32. Do you think I could kill someone?
33. Do you think I would kill someone?
34. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
ProphetofPower · Mon Sep 25, 2006 @ 11:03pm · 2 Comments |
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"Doctor they've got guns," Rose
"And I haven't, which makes me the better person. Don't ya think? They can shoot me dead but the moral high ground is mine." The Doctor
From Army of Ghosts
ProphetofPower · Sun Sep 10, 2006 @ 04:38am · 0 Comments |
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