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[Intelligentleman]

@Miss. Scei 0.o really? That sounds like something this girl in my class would say. But yeah, i just make up personalities as i go as well, like i figured a cute, forgetful, distracted girl would go well with a kind and optomistic guy with a sad story :D So i dumped them in a school because what better way to meet? (Okay, there probably are better places, but i got lazy XD)

[Mid-life]

@midlife,rise Yeaah i kinda work the same way, excwpt while im looking for characters i make up things about them and when i find the right one I'm like "her mother is dead, she hates pickles, she spends her time watching birds fight over seed putside her bedroom window" and the list keeps going x3

xD

[Dr. Acula]

Hhhhh mark

[Scei]

Ohai Acula! ^□^ ill wish you good luck as well!

@rise Yup, seems legit XD oh, I forgot, i gotta put you in the entries post x

[Silvarose]

hey this is only the first bit of my story. Not much yet though:

The slate kitchen floor was harsh on my feet. Every movement sent a shiver through my body as I touched the cold stone. Alexander was on the other side of the room holding my notepad, covered in pictures of ice cream and unicorn stickers, and laughing. His laugh always flicked a switch inside me. It was a welcoming laugh and full of grace and love. I was throwing tea bags at him and shouting his name.

“Give it back! Patrick Alexander Grade, this is not funny.” Even though I was laughing on the inside, it still wasn’t that funny. It was only being with him that was funny.

“Oh! Try and get me then, Amelia Jane Ellen.” He did a short pirouette and swivelled through the door, his raven hair flashing back and vanishing.

I stopped in my tracks and gave up. I couldn't be bothered. I wouldn’t even get close to Patrick. He was on the school’s athletics team and still held the fastest 100 meter record for the school. His long, lanky but muscular legs were perfect for the job. The way his hair painted the outline of his frail face and stern but sweet smile, his violet eyes boomed out of the quiet lashes outlining them.

I slumped into the nearest arm chair and started reading a book I had picked out of the library. Not the school’s library though, the Forbidden Library just down the street. Mum went there all the time. She loved sneaking around into places where no one should go. Well, only some people could go into the Forbidden Library. Luckily, I looked like my mother when she was my age. She had given me a pass that she had inherited herself. A pass to the Forbidden Library.

The name of the book was The Rock and it was good so far. About a girl and a boy who fall in love, find this place called The Rock and they travel to different worlds. I have no idea why it was in the Forbidden Library; it didn’t sound like a forbidden book. More like a child’s book from the school’s library. Whilst deep in my thoughts, I heard a dry and raspy cough around the corner.

Miles plodded into the room. His fur was greasy, as normal, and his paws were dirty from the mud pit outside. Miles loved rabbits, living in little burrows underneath a massive dip in the earth full of dirt and wet mud. Except for the summer; it was always dry then.

“Aren’t you coming Am?”

My eyes peered over the top of the book and saw him. Alex. Gleaming eyes embracing me with warmth. His voice trembling and worried.

“I can’t be bothered to get up,” I moaned and he came over and picked me up.







Chapter one
I woke with a dry throat like waking up in a desert. My feet are sweaty and my eyes are sore and red like sour tomatoes. Last night’s nightmare must been worse than the others that I have had this week. I hear a faint voice and turn over on my bed. Well in fact the faint noise is miles snoring silently and full of breaths.
A glint of sun light pounces through the curtains and stuns my eyes leaving spots on their surface.
I gently twist out of bed and place my feet on the floor. The carpet is soft and calm on my tender skin. A breeze flutters through the window and lands upon my feet.
I get up from my bed and stretch out my unmuscular arms and let them hang by my sides again. A crack shivers down my spine and I walk over to my phone. Alex left a message so I open it up and read through it;
I got a prblm. Meet @ Dindy’s. U wont believe it! x
Dindy’s. The word lights a match in my heart. Our local restaurant and pub, also known as our common meeting place. Dindy’s was where we first met each other. It wasn’t, let’s say, the most magical moment of my life. Long story short, when I was six I spilt DindyCooly Mango and Apple on his pizza, he swore at me. I cried and he cried. Then we were both told to say sorry to each other and he had a glint in his twilight eyes and I had seen that look before, my best friend Sam. She had the same eyes as him, those mid sunset eyes of the deepest violet. She died when we were four, she had cancer. It is like she has a man form. She had raven black locks and twilight eyes, it scares me how similar their looks are. Every day since the glint is his eyes, at that time, I came back and we found out more about each other. We would meet every day at 6:32pm exactly. On some occasions, ony special, we go and meet at times other than 6:32pm.
I grab my old tattered tartan messenger bag, wrestled my beanie onto my nest of messy red hair and grab my designer coat then head for the door.
“Amelia, where do you think you are going? It is breakfast and I made you some pancakes!”
My mother is, let’s say, a rather nosy person everything I do outside of my room she wants to know. I have learnt how to lie well. That is my one sin I guess. This is a time I don’t need to lie.
“Alex wants me to meet him at Dindy’s, I’ll be about 5 minutes. See you later!” I run while there is a pause in conversation. I swish through the door, smoothly land on my bicycle and rapidly peddled down the road.
I hopped off my bike and propped it up against the lamp post and looked up and there was alex. A beautiful figure leaning against the side wall of Dindy’s, one foot flat against the ragged brick wall. Scuff marks were on the verge of destroying his pale blue sneakers. His ebony hair circling his face is the breeze like dust settling on a mantelpiece, a gentle fall. His oversized, ragged t shirt holding onto his biceps. His jeans are nestled gently on his runner’s legs and his flaming red bike perched next to him like his beautiful stallion.
I waltz casually up to him and blow into his face. He swiftly turns around and whips his hair that was dangling over his eyes.
“Oh hey Am, didn’t see you there.” He chirps like a little bird who just found the perfect spot for a nest.
“Hey. So what’s this unbelievable story you were going to tell me then? My mom’s furious because I didn’t explain why I need to leave my bedroom.” I lean against the wall, stuff my camp beanie into my bag and dump it next to me on the sidewalk.
“I would rather talk over some cake.” He eyes the freshly baked lemon drizzle cake sitting in the window, of course, with his name carved into every inch of it. “Come on I’m starving.” He locks his bike to the lamp post and skitters inside as quickly as a mouse.
I sigh and lift my bag to my shoulder again and enter Dindy’s after him. Once I’m in, he winks at me and points to a table with a couch. Straight away I know his seat is the couch and I get to sit on the nice, hard wooden frame with a plank of wood screwed onto it.
I settle down and rest my hands on the table. It bites my skin with roughness and I pull my hands back. I look at my palm and find a sore red spot. Probably a splinter. I remember when I was seven or so, I decided to poke a bit of wood into my finger to see how much it hurt. I found out, that it hurt, a lot.
Alex finally got to the front of the que, paid for his half a Lemon cake and hurried over to our table. He gets the first bit and shovels it into his mouth. He chews for half a minute and swallows whilst I am just there staring at him in curiosity. That was one of my bad traits. Curiosity. It made me a bad person, always wanting to know others secrets. Just like my mom I guess.
“Okay, so,” he eats and swallows another portion, “oh my gosh, Am you won’t believe this, so Meg-”
“Alex, I better not have cycled all the way up here and waited for you to buy a cake and eat it so you can complain to me about girl problems.” My, I am annoyed with him at the moment.
“Umm, maybe? Anyways, Meg-”
“Alex!”
“Yes?”
“So this is girl problems? Is this about Megan Walker again?” Megan Walker. The most popular girl in our year. She always gets everything she wants, like boys and gadgets. Name it, she’s got it.
“She asked me out and I said yes.” He blurts out.
“I-” I was the one who loved him, the one who cared for him. “That’s great!” I say without puking. I feel a wave to nausea run down my spine.
“Yeah, it’s the best thing that has happened all my life.” He looks thoughtfully out the window and smiles his gracious smile.
At that comment I do gag. “Sorry to spoil the moment, I go to go and pee.” I sprint towards the bathroom but it is too late, the door is locked and there is a man there and I just throw up on his shoes.


thanks

[Mid-life]

hey this is only the first bit of my story. Not much yet though:

The slate kitchen floor was harsh on my feet. Every movement sent a shiver through my body as I touched the cold stone. Alexander was on the other side of the room holding my notepad, covered in pictures of ice cream and unicorn stickers, and laughing. His laugh always flicked a switch inside me. It was a welcoming laugh and full of grace and love. I was throwing tea bags at him and shouting his name.

“Give it back! Patrick Alexander Grade, this is not funny.” Even though I was laughing on the inside, it still wasn’t that funny. It was only being with him that was funny.

“Oh! Try and get me then, Amelia Jane Ellen.” He did a short pirouette and swivelled through the door, his raven hair flashing back and vanishing.

I stopped in my tracks and gave up. I couldn't be bothered. I wouldn’t even get close to Patrick. He was on the school’s athletics team and still held the fastest 100 meter record for the school. His long, lanky but muscular legs were perfect for the job. The way his hair painted the outline of his frail face and stern but sweet smile, his violet eyes boomed out of the quiet lashes outlining them.

I slumped into the nearest arm chair and started reading a book I had picked out of the library. Not the school’s library though, the Forbidden Library just down the street. Mum went there all the time. She loved sneaking around into places where no one should go. Well, only some people could go into the Forbidden Library. Luckily, I looked like my mother when she was my age. She had given me a pass that she had inherited herself. A pass to the Forbidden Library.

The name of the book was The Rock and it was good so far. About a girl and a boy who fall in love, find this place called The Rock and they travel to different worlds. I have no idea why it was in the Forbidden Library; it didn’t sound like a forbidden book. More like a child’s book from the school’s library. Whilst deep in my thoughts, I heard a dry and raspy cough around the corner.

Miles plodded into the room. His fur was greasy, as normal, and his paws were dirty from the mud pit outside. Miles loved rabbits, living in little burrows underneath a massive dip in the earth full of dirt and wet mud. Except for the summer; it was always dry then.

“Aren’t you coming Am?”

My eyes peered over the top of the book and saw him. Alex. Gleaming eyes embracing me with warmth. His voice trembling and worried.

“I can’t be bothered to get up,” I moaned and he came over and picked me up.







Chapter one
I woke with a dry throat like waking up in a desert. My feet are sweaty and my eyes are sore and red like sour tomatoes. Last night’s nightmare must been worse than the others that I have had this week. I hear a faint voice and turn over on my bed. Well in fact the faint noise is miles snoring silently and full of breaths.
A glint of sun light pounces through the curtains and stuns my eyes leaving spots on their surface.
I gently twist out of bed and place my feet on the floor. The carpet is soft and calm on my tender skin. A breeze flutters through the window and lands upon my feet.
I get up from my bed and stretch out my unmuscular arms and let them hang by my sides again. A crack shivers down my spine and I walk over to my phone. Alex left a message so I open it up and read through it;
I got a prblm. Meet @ Dindy’s. U wont believe it! x
Dindy’s. The word lights a match in my heart. Our local restaurant and pub, also known as our common meeting place. Dindy’s was where we first met each other. It wasn’t, let’s say, the most magical moment of my life. Long story short, when I was six I spilt DindyCooly Mango and Apple on his pizza, he swore at me. I cried and he cried. Then we were both told to say sorry to each other and he had a glint in his twilight eyes and I had seen that look before, my best friend Sam. She had the same eyes as him, those mid sunset eyes of the deepest violet. She died when we were four, she had cancer. It is like she has a man form. She had raven black locks and twilight eyes, it scares me how similar their looks are. Every day since the glint is his eyes, at that time, I came back and we found out more about each other. We would meet every day at 6:32pm exactly. On some occasions, ony special, we go and meet at times other than 6:32pm.
I grab my old tattered tartan messenger bag, wrestled my beanie onto my nest of messy red hair and grab my designer coat then head for the door.
“Amelia, where do you think you are going? It is breakfast and I made you some pancakes!”
My mother is, let’s say, a rather nosy person everything I do outside of my room she wants to know. I have learnt how to lie well. That is my one sin I guess. This is a time I don’t need to lie.
“Alex wants me to meet him at Dindy’s, I’ll be about 5 minutes. See you later!” I run while there is a pause in conversation. I swish through the door, smoothly land on my bicycle and rapidly peddled down the road.
I hopped off my bike and propped it up against the lamp post and looked up and there was alex. A beautiful figure leaning against the side wall of Dindy’s, one foot flat against the ragged brick wall. Scuff marks were on the verge of destroying his pale blue sneakers. His ebony hair circling his face is the breeze like dust settling on a mantelpiece, a gentle fall. His oversized, ragged t shirt holding onto his biceps. His jeans are nestled gently on his runner’s legs and his flaming red bike perched next to him like his beautiful stallion.
I waltz casually up to him and blow into his face. He swiftly turns around and whips his hair that was dangling over his eyes.
“Oh hey Am, didn’t see you there.” He chirps like a little bird who just found the perfect spot for a nest.
“Hey. So what’s this unbelievable story you were going to tell me then? My mom’s furious because I didn’t explain why I need to leave my bedroom.” I lean against the wall, stuff my camp beanie into my bag and dump it next to me on the sidewalk.
“I would rather talk over some cake.” He eyes the freshly baked lemon drizzle cake sitting in the window, of course, with his name carved into every inch of it. “Come on I’m starving.” He locks his bike to the lamp post and skitters inside as quickly as a mouse.
I sigh and lift my bag to my shoulder again and enter Dindy’s after him. Once I’m in, he winks at me and points to a table with a couch. Straight away I know his seat is the couch and I get to sit on the nice, hard wooden frame with a plank of wood screwed onto it.
I settle down and rest my hands on the table. It bites my skin with roughness and I pull my hands back. I look at my palm and find a sore red spot. Probably a splinter. I remember when I was seven or so, I decided to poke a bit of wood into my finger to see how much it hurt. I found out, that it hurt, a lot.
Alex finally got to the front of the que, paid for his half a Lemon cake and hurried over to our table. He gets the first bit and shovels it into his mouth. He chews for half a minute and swallows whilst I am just there staring at him in curiosity. That was one of my bad traits. Curiosity. It made me a bad person, always wanting to know others secrets. Just like my mom I guess.
“Okay, so,” he eats and swallows another portion, “oh my gosh, Am you won’t believe this, so Meg-”
“Alex, I better not have cycled all the way up here and waited for you to buy a cake and eat it so you can complain to me about girl problems.” My, I am annoyed with him at the moment.
“Umm, maybe? Anyways, Meg-”
“Alex!”
“Yes?”
“So this is girl problems? Is this about Megan Walker again?” Megan Walker. The most popular girl in our year. She always gets everything she wants, like boys and gadgets. Name it, she’s got it.
“She asked me out and I said yes.” He blurts out.
“I-” I was the one who loved him, the one who cared for him. “That’s great!” I say without puking. I feel a wave to nausea run down my spine.
“Yeah, it’s the best thing that has happened all my life.” He looks thoughtfully out the window and smiles his gracious smile.
At that comment I do gag. “Sorry to spoil the moment, I go to go and pee.” I sprint towards the bathroom but it is too late, the door is locked and there is a man there and I just throw up on his shoes.


thanks

GL!

[Scei]

Eeeew that ending! xD well, the random bathroom stall guy was asking for it! for... some reason...?


Hrrrn, this is the harder part, my opinions -n- skip over if you arent too fond of them.
Terrific story by the way! it had me hooked the entire way through! couple more chapters and i could see this as an actual book!! I love how it has an early 'House of Night' feel to it, like all of the sudden she is going to realize she's secretly a vampire XD! But, i would like to include, you have some very splendid details in this story; a lot of them cant or are very hard to incorporate into pictures, like a shiver down her spine, or the back story about the library card. This story is excellent -dont get me wrong! very good! and if you do write more about it (elsewhere please, it would get too long for this thread ^-^) i would love to read somemore!
Also;; no references? it would be fairly hard to go off of description ^-^;

[Dr. Acula]

Do you have like a site or folder or something with your character references?

[Mid-life]

Omg two ppl are done/almost done and I'm still thinking ;3; AAAAH help

[Scei]

Yup clickies
is fine mid! again. ..i have two entries, i want to get more then that ^-^