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 Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 1:25 am
Mood Swings
Well these will be my writings of doom. A lot of poetry and a few things that I had to write for a class.. I want to know what you think so please respond I love to hear how much you like it and how much it sucks. It is always good to get feed back.
Jinxy
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 1:27 am
~~Holding tight~~ The very first time that he saw me,
I was in cut up jeans and a Rancid tee;
sitting alone on that park bench drenched in rain.
The rain was falling all around,
I looked up and he sat down,
and asked me "How are you dealing with your pain?"
I couldn't find the words to speak,
with my heart racing and emotions at there peek,
How was it that this boy could see so deep inside my mind.
My pain was vicious it held me tight,
and times I couldn't even sleep at night.
This pain that I felt was my one and only bind.
He then told me how to go on by "holding tight,
and even sometimes love will pull you through your fight,
just hold on, keep things real, hold tight to your dreams don't let them go.
Find the strength inside to go on,
look for another love at the dawn,
Don't keep running as fast as you are or time will seem to slow."
Time was slow it held me down,
Because the rain was falling all around,
and when I looked up he was gone never to be found.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 1:51 am
Betrayed The October air always made me smile. Halloween had always been Zack's and my favorite holiday. This year was going to be no different from the last. We were going to dress up and trick-or-treat like normal. Even if we are seniors we can still have fun on Halloween. I don't care what everyone else says, you are never too old.
I sat in my livingroom waiting on Zack to show up. He was late, like normal, the boy can never show up on time. I smiled as I danced out of the living room and to the bathroom to make sure my make up was on right. This year Zack and I were going to be goths or as my mother called us 'freaks'. I left the TV blaring because I get scared in a house all by myself and since my mother left to take my brother out I was stuck waiting on Zack all alone. I listened to the commercials as I looked at my black makeup.
Zack let himself in and stood in the doorway of my bathroom as I put more eyeliner on my eyes. "Come on down to Oooooolatha," I said with the commercial. Zack just laughed and then punched me in the arm softly. Punching was Zack's hello.
"Hurry up Katie, or we'll be later getting out," he said as he tapped his converse covered foot on the floor impacitenly.
"Fine, fine, but you're late again mister," I said smiling as I finally put the eyeliner pincel down and punched him softly.
Zack and I grabbed our sacks and headed out the door and into the darkeness of Halloween night. Both of us blended in well with the darkness because of our all black clothing.
"Let's hit Mr. Sheperd's house first," Zack said as he stared for fifth street.
"Okay!" I said as I trotted after him. I didn't want to be left alone in the dark. I was so scared of the dark no matter how hard Zack tried to convince me that I was only scared of what was in the dark.
Mr. Sheperd was the strangest man that I've ever known. His house was
always decorated better than any of the other houses on the block and I loved to go there. As we neared the Sheperd place I saw the orange lights that draped the porch and the fake cobwebs that hung from the porch celing. Fake fog barreled down the steps toward us as we made our way to the house. Mr. Sheperd was sitting in his rocker smiling at us as we walked up. "Zack, Katie. How are you?" he asked us.
"Good you?" I asked smiling.
"Fine."
Zack started talking to him about the decorations and I took the time to look around the porch. I noted some of the new decorations like the voodoo charms that were hanging on some thread from the porch swing. I poked Zack in the arm and pointed them out. Mr. Shepered smiled and laughed. "Those are new Katie. Nice of you to notice."
We got out candy and thanked him before turning to hit some more houses.
Right as I got to the bottem step Mr. Sheperd spoke again. "Would you two mind going around back and checking my cellar for me? I thougth I heard a cat and I thought my grandson might have locked it down there when he got my decorations out."
I looked up to Zack, and he just shurged his shoulders as a reply to me. "Yeah, we'll go," Zack said as he smiled at me. As Zack pulled me toward the back of Mr. Sheperd's house I got a really bad cold chill. As we reached the old door of the cellar I shuddered.
"That doesn't look like a good place for a kitty," I said as I reached into my bag and grabbed the flashlight I had brought with me.
Zack opened the doors and I stood back as he decended into the darkness. I turned on my flashlight and focused it on Zack as I walked down the steps. When I made it down the steps Zack put an arm around me. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," I called as I looked around the dark damp cellar. The smell of mold hit my nose and I wrinkeled it in disgust. A noise reached my ears and I jumped. "What was that!?"
"I'm not sure," Zack replied as he turned his own flashlight on. My light danced across boxes and shelves trying to locate the source of the noise but I didn't see anything. "Look, you go left and I'll go right and we'll search the cellar that way."
I know I must have stared at Zack like he grew another head. He was talking crazy talk. It was dark I wasn't going to go off on my own. He must have lost his mind. "Okay," I finally said with a shakey voice.
Zack nodded and headed his way; I went mine. I used my light to look
around the room the best I could. I called for the cat and could hear Zack doing the same thing. I heard another noise, but this time the noise sounded like footsteps. "Zack?" I asked as I turned around. He wasn't behind me and I could see his flashlight across the room. "It's just the dark that is scaring you," I tried to tell myself.
My mind wandered over what could be making the footstep noises and I got scared. Since I had been watching TV before I left the first thing that popped into my head was the Applebees comercial and so I started singing. "Eatin' good in the neighborhood." to calm myself. The footsteps stopped and I shifted to get a better look around. I saw Zacky's light fall on me and his face twisted up in horror and his
eyes grew wide.
"KATIE! RUN!" he screamed. I turned around and came face to face with a mummy. It smelled old, but I laughed and poked it.
"It's fake Zack. Just a Halloween decoration that Mr. Sheperd didn't put up," I said as I poked it again.
I laughed, but my laughter didn't last long because the mummy moaned and reached out for me. "GO!" Zack screamed as I ran for him. He pushed me for the door. I didn't have to be told twice I ran. As I reached the door I saw Mr. Shepered.
"There's a mum..." was all I was able to push out because he was mouthing the words "I'm sorry.". Then he shut the door sealing Zacks and my fate.
"NO!" I screamed as I dropped my light and beat on the door. I could hear Zack running towards me now, and I turned to face my best friend.
Zack grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a dark corner. "Katie, go hide. No matter what don't come out," he said as he hugged me and then pushed me off to hide.
I listened and ran to go hide. I found a stack of boxes and crawled over
them to hide behind them. I sat back against the wall on damp ground. My heart was pounding in my chest. I could hear the mummy moaning and Zack taunting it with "Come get me you big old toilet paper roll."
"Please let this nightmare be over," I thought as my breathing became rapid. Adriline coarsed through my veings as fear took control of me.
The mummy let out a yell and there was a thud. I heard Zack scream and
my heart seemed to stop. I closed my eyes tight as tears flooded my eyes and streemed down my cheeks. Zack screamed again only this time it was in pain. There was a loud sickining crack and Zack stopped screaming.
"NO!" my mind yelled at me.
My breathing was rapid and tears were flooding down my face, but I didn't
make a sound. Zack told me to stay hidden so I would. The step-drag of the mummy's footsteps started again. They kept getting closer until they sounded like the mummy was right next to me. My heart was beating at a fast rate and my eyes were still shut.
The mummy stopped and slowly I begain to open my eyes. All I saw was
blackness as my heartbeat pounded in my ears and then there was the darkness because I passed out.
Zack and Katie never returned home that night. The paper the next morning read as follows:
Two high school students went missing last night. Zack Wolf, eighteen, and Katie Myers, seventeen. They were last seen leaving the Myers residence togehter dressed in all black. If you have any information contact police as soon as possible.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 5:08 pm
I really like your story! It's sad...but really good and well written! I like your poem to...it kinda reminds me of 'Ordinary Day' by Vanessa Carlton(in a good way). I had to listen to the song after I read the poem! lol sweatdrop Maybe it's just me though....
(I hope you meant that we could post our comments in here...if not you can delete it!)
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 9:57 pm
Yes, I would love to see what everyone says. Anyone can post a coment, I'll listen and I'm up for anything.. if I made an error, let me know so I can try and fix it.
I'm glad you liked the story Tiger. I had to draw four things out of a box at Halloween and write a story about it.. mine were "Eating good in the neighborhood.", "Come on down to OOOOOOOOlatha", A mummy, and voodoo charms. ^_^
The rest of the story just kinda wrote itself.
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