I apologize for any bad grammar or misspellings I may have included. Most of these are from pre-tenth grade year.
It was warm. The sun cast its' shadow down on the small cemetery. A large grim man stood on a cross at the highest point of the cemetery. He was overcast with shadows and an alarming sense of safety echoed off his body. Incredibly alarming considering the mans appearance. A 6 foot something silver haired monster of a man wearing a trench coat and a hat. It's as if he were dressed like a depressive 1940's detective at a funeral. As he stared down over the cemetery, he slowly took his hat off, the sky suddenly grew slightly grayer. Out of nowhere, the man held a scythe. It's long slender black metal handle curved elegantly into a sharp enough blade to part a star. The sky darkened ever more slightly. As he began to take off his jacket, feathers fell to the ground all around him. The jacket fell too. An angel, it has to be. The wings, so pearly white and beautiful. The sky dawned fully Gray. His wings cast a shadow on the ground before him. The grass around died, the graves near cracked, and everything within his site slowly died. As he raised his head, his eyes of emptiness came into site. No pupil, no nothing, not even a soul. The ground around him was barren now. All graves near him were just piles of rubble, save the one he stood on. The sky stayed bright, but o so damp and gray. The man raised the scythe high above his head, silence befell the dead. "Strike one boy." he whispered silently in a noiseless voice. Then I blinked, and all returned to normal. Death has spared me today.
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The tension about the mall was rather tense. From the look on his face you could tell Alex was trying his best to not spontaneously combust from the massive amount of thinking he was doing. Isabella was a girl won over by flashy imagery and nice stage productions. She was far too distracted by the elaborate art exhibit in the center of the court, but could you really blame her? There was some pretty wild art there. The artsy nudity there was quite racy, much to the dismay of the local parents. Alex was still deep in thought as they trudged on through the mall. Isabella was gripping Alexei’s arm extra tight today, she had no clue why. There was just an overall feeling of dismay about everyone that day. It was if everyone had their own little storm clouds over their head. Alex was always a very serious person, but never this serious. Isabella finally having her ADD under control began to notice Alex’s distress. “What’s wrong Honey?” she meekly asked. Alex stopped dead in his tracks and began to cry. Isabella instantly hugged him as hard as she could and started to ease him best she could. But the meaningless things she said had no bearings on him. “I love you, please tell me what’s wrong.” She finally said. Drying his tears quickly away Alex gripped Isabella tightly then said in the coldest voice she’d ever hear him talk in “It’s coming very soon.” “What is Honey?!?” asked Isabella half expecting him to respond with some terrible news of cancer. “Something my sweet dear. Something larger than both of us.” Said Alex calmly. “I’ll miss you, I love you, and maybe sometime I’ll join you. It’s time.” “TIME FOR WHAT?!!?” Screamed Isabella alarming everyone around. “Us to part my dear. I’m terribly sorry. I love you.” Alex said with the warmth of Heaven but with the distance of God. “Just hold me please.” Asked Alex to the poor weeping girl in front of him he’d known his whole life. She didn’t know why she was crying, he did. “I love you.” Alex said as a sudden pulse went through Isabella and countless others throughout the mall. Alex sadly dropped the love of his life’s empty vessel to the floor. Crying and stepping over the countless bodies amidst the mass confusion he began to head toward home. He wanted to be better dressed for when the Horsemen came.
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I hate the smell of winter. You know the smell don’t you? That morose smell of cold and pain that pierces your nose. I remember the smell so very well. How could I forget? It still burns my nostrils to this day to think of that horrible time. What horrible time? What am I speaking of? Who am I kidding? Why am I kidding them? I can smell winter still. It’s spring, why can I smell winter? Could it be the cold and heartless being in the corner? It’s the beady little gnome-like figure staring at me and laughing. **** that little beast. It doesn’t control me. But it could kill me so easily…I know it can. Why doesn’t it? It smiles and mocks me as if to say “I can do away with you at any time.” Why does it mock me? Why can I see it? How can I see it? Am I crazy? Who am I talking to? I feel so alone. It must be my imagination. It could represent all those things I’m afraid of. Or it could just be a freakish little gnome thing that wants to kill me, and smiles at me while I’m sleeping. Could be. Better not stick around to find out. I’m writing this note to say goodbye to my family. I’m writing it so you know why I pulled the trigger. To tell you, and to get one last laugh in on that little bastard.
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The coffee was warm and fulfilling. The conversation however, was not. Susanna was a nice person, but her stories were so damn monotone. She was so damn annoying. So were all the other people I had invited to the party. My “Going Away” party. Everyone asked me where I’m going and I said it was a surprise. I can’t wait to pop out of the cake with my little secret. It’ll be so much fun. As I mingled around the room I really soaked in the atmosphere of all the people. I wouldn’t see them for much longer, I was somewhat sad. Well, not really, but I should have been. Where’s Jim anyways, I can’t start the party without Jim. He’s the icing on my cake. Damn fat bastard. Good, no one notices. Jim showed up and I offered him a drink. All of the drinks were my own special concoction. Well, that makes all the guests here. Time to announce the meaning of the party! “As you all probably don’t know, I hate each and every one of you VERY dearly.” I said with a smile. “I hope you all have enjoyed the drinks and the “fresh” air.” I couldn’t hold my laughter in now “I’ve drugged all your drinks and have been steadily pumping some pretty serious **** into the air.” Everyone got really pale, it was funny. “Well I estimate we all have a few minutes left to live, I’ve taken the liberty of locking the door and sealing the windows.” Someone tackled me from the side. How rude of them. The first one fell. It was Betty, oh sweet Betty. The force of the blow really knocked the wind out of me. My eyes started to glaze over. I knew it was time to make the final announcement of the evening. “Ladies and gentleman, to ensure you all die today. I’ve set up a bomb at the front door. Whoever opens it first, kills you all.” I’d done my job. I laid my head back and embraced the toxins as someone stabbed me in the leg. Oh well, they’ll get what they deserve.
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A frail shell of a man stood in the center of the courtyard. He had a blade in his hand that just by looking at it, you felt as if it had stabbed in you. Not much stood out about the man except for his finely cut hair and cloudy gray eyes. He had a medium build and an eerie light about him. If I didn’t know better I’d say he glowed like a soul just bursting to be free. A man in Japan had forged the weapon a long time ago. Dustin didn’t really know the man’s name or if the story was true, but he liked to believe it. As he stood there in the courtyard just staring up towards the sky my soul sort of shifted when he let out a roar that made the fearless fear. “I challenge you God.” He screamed into the great abyss. He’d grown a crowd by now and lost half of it due to them thinking he was a loony. But there was just something about him; he was too dedicated to be insane. The sky darkened and it began to rain, everyone took shelter from the horrible downpour that was deafening the world around us. But Dustin just stood there in the center staring at the heavens waiting for an answer. As if the horrendous waves of beating rain wasn’t enough of an answering machine. He closed his eyes and I can only imagine what he said to God then. Thunder struck nearly 5 feet away from him and he unsheathed his sword. It glistened as the rain slowly dripped down it. I was scared, but for some reason rooting for this odd man. He began to move as fast as he could, dodging lightning bolts and parrying blows from nowhere. I felt like a child seeing his parents fight for the first time. I didn’t understand why they didn’t coexist peacefully anymore. It just wasn’t right. Dustin waged war for another good 20 minutes until the rain stopped. The entire time I could hear metal clashing with metal, each blow made me want to throw up and squeal for joy. People began to gather around him again and stare at him. He had a very odd smirk on his face. He laughed madly and everyone watched in bewilderment. Did he win? Did he lose? Are we doomed? What happened? Dustin just sheathed his sword and started walking home. I couldn’t bring myself to pray that night.
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The color was extravagant, I could feel the colors they were so beautiful. They were glistening off a giant stained window lying on the floor of the cathedral. I was somewhat scared. Many years ago, long before my great-grandfather was even an itch in his fathers sack, our sun had passed away. The stories were all so extravagant passed on from generation to generation. Each story was remarkably exactly the same. It was a cold day in a land called “America” when it suddenly became very hot many people started to die from the immense heat. People scrambled to find shelter in any building they could find but most burst into flames and died. Little did they know but on the other side of the world everyone had already died. I don’t know the story for them. Those who found shelter stayed hidden in the shadows until they saw a great flash outside, then everything went gray. All the people went outside to see the sun turning darker and darker; everything became very cold then. But just before it got cold enough for people to die, a new sun rose. A blue sun and it was hot, so very hot. They ran but few survived. Nightfall got shorter and sunrises became feared by all. Nowadays we’ve all learned how to live. Those who do not have suits plant their crops and graze their animals at night. We can go outside during the day but only for a few seconds. Christian people think that their God left them behind to get rid of us. They still try to kill us. As I sit here writing out what I think to be my final thoughts they fire on this cathedral. I am scared for my fate after I die. I find comfort in the strange glass on the floor. It shines so beautifully it makes me want to cry. I think that’s why I am crying, not over fear of dying, but over how evil and hurtful a thing such as the sun can create such a beautiful thing. They’ve broken down the barricade; I don’t have much longer to live. I’d rather go out in a burst of glory than by a hail of gunfire. Oh how I missed you sun.
So there you go, I'll be writing a short story for Rob over the weekend.
It was warm. The sun cast its' shadow down on the small cemetery. A large grim man stood on a cross at the highest point of the cemetery. He was overcast with shadows and an alarming sense of safety echoed off his body. Incredibly alarming considering the mans appearance. A 6 foot something silver haired monster of a man wearing a trench coat and a hat. It's as if he were dressed like a depressive 1940's detective at a funeral. As he stared down over the cemetery, he slowly took his hat off, the sky suddenly grew slightly grayer. Out of nowhere, the man held a scythe. It's long slender black metal handle curved elegantly into a sharp enough blade to part a star. The sky darkened ever more slightly. As he began to take off his jacket, feathers fell to the ground all around him. The jacket fell too. An angel, it has to be. The wings, so pearly white and beautiful. The sky dawned fully Gray. His wings cast a shadow on the ground before him. The grass around died, the graves near cracked, and everything within his site slowly died. As he raised his head, his eyes of emptiness came into site. No pupil, no nothing, not even a soul. The ground around him was barren now. All graves near him were just piles of rubble, save the one he stood on. The sky stayed bright, but o so damp and gray. The man raised the scythe high above his head, silence befell the dead. "Strike one boy." he whispered silently in a noiseless voice. Then I blinked, and all returned to normal. Death has spared me today.
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The tension about the mall was rather tense. From the look on his face you could tell Alex was trying his best to not spontaneously combust from the massive amount of thinking he was doing. Isabella was a girl won over by flashy imagery and nice stage productions. She was far too distracted by the elaborate art exhibit in the center of the court, but could you really blame her? There was some pretty wild art there. The artsy nudity there was quite racy, much to the dismay of the local parents. Alex was still deep in thought as they trudged on through the mall. Isabella was gripping Alexei’s arm extra tight today, she had no clue why. There was just an overall feeling of dismay about everyone that day. It was if everyone had their own little storm clouds over their head. Alex was always a very serious person, but never this serious. Isabella finally having her ADD under control began to notice Alex’s distress. “What’s wrong Honey?” she meekly asked. Alex stopped dead in his tracks and began to cry. Isabella instantly hugged him as hard as she could and started to ease him best she could. But the meaningless things she said had no bearings on him. “I love you, please tell me what’s wrong.” She finally said. Drying his tears quickly away Alex gripped Isabella tightly then said in the coldest voice she’d ever hear him talk in “It’s coming very soon.” “What is Honey?!?” asked Isabella half expecting him to respond with some terrible news of cancer. “Something my sweet dear. Something larger than both of us.” Said Alex calmly. “I’ll miss you, I love you, and maybe sometime I’ll join you. It’s time.” “TIME FOR WHAT?!!?” Screamed Isabella alarming everyone around. “Us to part my dear. I’m terribly sorry. I love you.” Alex said with the warmth of Heaven but with the distance of God. “Just hold me please.” Asked Alex to the poor weeping girl in front of him he’d known his whole life. She didn’t know why she was crying, he did. “I love you.” Alex said as a sudden pulse went through Isabella and countless others throughout the mall. Alex sadly dropped the love of his life’s empty vessel to the floor. Crying and stepping over the countless bodies amidst the mass confusion he began to head toward home. He wanted to be better dressed for when the Horsemen came.
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I hate the smell of winter. You know the smell don’t you? That morose smell of cold and pain that pierces your nose. I remember the smell so very well. How could I forget? It still burns my nostrils to this day to think of that horrible time. What horrible time? What am I speaking of? Who am I kidding? Why am I kidding them? I can smell winter still. It’s spring, why can I smell winter? Could it be the cold and heartless being in the corner? It’s the beady little gnome-like figure staring at me and laughing. **** that little beast. It doesn’t control me. But it could kill me so easily…I know it can. Why doesn’t it? It smiles and mocks me as if to say “I can do away with you at any time.” Why does it mock me? Why can I see it? How can I see it? Am I crazy? Who am I talking to? I feel so alone. It must be my imagination. It could represent all those things I’m afraid of. Or it could just be a freakish little gnome thing that wants to kill me, and smiles at me while I’m sleeping. Could be. Better not stick around to find out. I’m writing this note to say goodbye to my family. I’m writing it so you know why I pulled the trigger. To tell you, and to get one last laugh in on that little bastard.
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The coffee was warm and fulfilling. The conversation however, was not. Susanna was a nice person, but her stories were so damn monotone. She was so damn annoying. So were all the other people I had invited to the party. My “Going Away” party. Everyone asked me where I’m going and I said it was a surprise. I can’t wait to pop out of the cake with my little secret. It’ll be so much fun. As I mingled around the room I really soaked in the atmosphere of all the people. I wouldn’t see them for much longer, I was somewhat sad. Well, not really, but I should have been. Where’s Jim anyways, I can’t start the party without Jim. He’s the icing on my cake. Damn fat bastard. Good, no one notices. Jim showed up and I offered him a drink. All of the drinks were my own special concoction. Well, that makes all the guests here. Time to announce the meaning of the party! “As you all probably don’t know, I hate each and every one of you VERY dearly.” I said with a smile. “I hope you all have enjoyed the drinks and the “fresh” air.” I couldn’t hold my laughter in now “I’ve drugged all your drinks and have been steadily pumping some pretty serious **** into the air.” Everyone got really pale, it was funny. “Well I estimate we all have a few minutes left to live, I’ve taken the liberty of locking the door and sealing the windows.” Someone tackled me from the side. How rude of them. The first one fell. It was Betty, oh sweet Betty. The force of the blow really knocked the wind out of me. My eyes started to glaze over. I knew it was time to make the final announcement of the evening. “Ladies and gentleman, to ensure you all die today. I’ve set up a bomb at the front door. Whoever opens it first, kills you all.” I’d done my job. I laid my head back and embraced the toxins as someone stabbed me in the leg. Oh well, they’ll get what they deserve.
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A frail shell of a man stood in the center of the courtyard. He had a blade in his hand that just by looking at it, you felt as if it had stabbed in you. Not much stood out about the man except for his finely cut hair and cloudy gray eyes. He had a medium build and an eerie light about him. If I didn’t know better I’d say he glowed like a soul just bursting to be free. A man in Japan had forged the weapon a long time ago. Dustin didn’t really know the man’s name or if the story was true, but he liked to believe it. As he stood there in the courtyard just staring up towards the sky my soul sort of shifted when he let out a roar that made the fearless fear. “I challenge you God.” He screamed into the great abyss. He’d grown a crowd by now and lost half of it due to them thinking he was a loony. But there was just something about him; he was too dedicated to be insane. The sky darkened and it began to rain, everyone took shelter from the horrible downpour that was deafening the world around us. But Dustin just stood there in the center staring at the heavens waiting for an answer. As if the horrendous waves of beating rain wasn’t enough of an answering machine. He closed his eyes and I can only imagine what he said to God then. Thunder struck nearly 5 feet away from him and he unsheathed his sword. It glistened as the rain slowly dripped down it. I was scared, but for some reason rooting for this odd man. He began to move as fast as he could, dodging lightning bolts and parrying blows from nowhere. I felt like a child seeing his parents fight for the first time. I didn’t understand why they didn’t coexist peacefully anymore. It just wasn’t right. Dustin waged war for another good 20 minutes until the rain stopped. The entire time I could hear metal clashing with metal, each blow made me want to throw up and squeal for joy. People began to gather around him again and stare at him. He had a very odd smirk on his face. He laughed madly and everyone watched in bewilderment. Did he win? Did he lose? Are we doomed? What happened? Dustin just sheathed his sword and started walking home. I couldn’t bring myself to pray that night.
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The color was extravagant, I could feel the colors they were so beautiful. They were glistening off a giant stained window lying on the floor of the cathedral. I was somewhat scared. Many years ago, long before my great-grandfather was even an itch in his fathers sack, our sun had passed away. The stories were all so extravagant passed on from generation to generation. Each story was remarkably exactly the same. It was a cold day in a land called “America” when it suddenly became very hot many people started to die from the immense heat. People scrambled to find shelter in any building they could find but most burst into flames and died. Little did they know but on the other side of the world everyone had already died. I don’t know the story for them. Those who found shelter stayed hidden in the shadows until they saw a great flash outside, then everything went gray. All the people went outside to see the sun turning darker and darker; everything became very cold then. But just before it got cold enough for people to die, a new sun rose. A blue sun and it was hot, so very hot. They ran but few survived. Nightfall got shorter and sunrises became feared by all. Nowadays we’ve all learned how to live. Those who do not have suits plant their crops and graze their animals at night. We can go outside during the day but only for a few seconds. Christian people think that their God left them behind to get rid of us. They still try to kill us. As I sit here writing out what I think to be my final thoughts they fire on this cathedral. I am scared for my fate after I die. I find comfort in the strange glass on the floor. It shines so beautifully it makes me want to cry. I think that’s why I am crying, not over fear of dying, but over how evil and hurtful a thing such as the sun can create such a beautiful thing. They’ve broken down the barricade; I don’t have much longer to live. I’d rather go out in a burst of glory than by a hail of gunfire. Oh how I missed you sun.
So there you go, I'll be writing a short story for Rob over the weekend.
