*~My Writing Thread~*

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So yes, this is pretty much just a thread so I can get out my urge to write. On here, I will write out stories and ideas I have, just because I have no where else to do it.

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Overboard

I screamed and jolted upright in my bed, hair sticking to my sweaty face, breath quick and harsh, heart nearly beating it's way out of my chest.
"What's your problem Sierra?" Apparently I'd woken my little sister. Just my luck. I blinked in our semi-lit bedroom,
"Shut up Kye." I answered. I could see her sit up in her bed and make a face at me, but ignored it.
"Why'd you scream?" She questioned.
"I had a really.... freaky dream. There was this giant orange gummiebear, who ruled the other giant gummiebears, and all the giant gummiebears were trying to take over the world... oh, and they were trying to eat me. BUT, I chopped them all up with my AWESOME NINJA POWERS." In case you're wondering, I was known for having creative dreams. Kye suddenly jumped - literally jumped - out of bed, startling me, then swung open the door and ran downstairs. Sugar high?, I thought to myself, then checked the alarm. 9:42. Good thing it was Summer Break, and may I remind you, the first day of Summer Break. Awesome. We had plans. I threw the sheets off of my body and slid out of bed, then walked over to the windows. I pulled down the window shades - only to be suddenly blinded by the bright light of day. Immediately I shut my eyes closed, retinas feeling like they were searing, and tried to back up, but ended up toppling backwards; tripping over the sheets and blankets on the floor. We really had to clean our room soon, before it became a real hazard. Luckily, I landed on a fluffy pile of covers and a pillow of two, and got a face- and mouth-full of pitch black hair. Grumbling, I sat up and brushed my hair out of my face, "Bright light..." I muttered under my breath as I slowly stood up, nearly tripping over my own feet. Again.

"Mommy, Daddy!! Sierra's finally lost it! She's lost her mind! I told you it would happen!" The faint yelling of Kye reached my ears from downstairs. Finally my blue-gray eyes adjusted to the kaleidoscope kight around our turquoise room.
"Shut up Kye!" I screamed and grabbed one of my pillows. I sprinted down the stairs and saw Kye rapping on mom and dad's door with her knuckles.
"Mommy, Sierra -" Once she caught sight of me she stopped mid-sentence. I ran towards her and slammed her to the ground with my pillow. We both laughed as Kye snatched her own pillow off the couch and we started to whack each other senseless. Near the middle of our pillow fight, Tolley had obviously woken up. There was a loud bark from the kitchen, then a great big black dog, obviously a mutt, bounded into the living room and began jumping and running around Kye and I, barking playfully, tongue lolling. I laughed, "Tolley!" I yelled, and was distracted long enough for Kye to give me a good smack across the face with her pillow. I laughed and fell backwards onto the floor, and Tolley pranced up and began licking my face until it was covered in dog drool. "Ew Tolley!" I yelled, laughing and trying to push the great mutt off me. Finally Tolley stopped and raised his head, wagging his tail so hard I was sure it was about to fall off. I chuckled and wiped the dog slobber off me, then ruffled the big dog's loose neck fur.

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~Reserved~

[just'marley]

hi alex! nom! Love your stories!

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((This is a story about my Maximum Ride Charrie Erin. She is not a bird-kid, but she's a kid who can transform into animals.

Erin snarled at a whitecoat that passed by. The whitecoat stopped for a moment to peer down at her.
"What are you looking at?!" She hissed, then tried to swipe at his face, but he was too far away.
"Hmmm, feisty are we?" The man said, then checked his clipboard. "Yes yes, I think you're do for your test. We'd love to see your excellent fighting skills missy." Erin hissed at him again.
"Great! Do I get to rip some of your friends' stupid heads off?" She asked sarcastically. The whitecoat narrowed his eyes, then walked off down the hall. Erin looked up at the white ceiling of the School as she heard the distinct pounding of rain on the roof.
She looked back down and growled when she saw that one whitecoat striding down the hall towards her cage, accompanied by two other whitecoats and three Erasers.
"Oh what now...." She mumbled, watching the group approach with narrowed eyes. The whitecoats stopped about 5 feet away from her, while the Erasers came up and unlocked the cage. Erin tensed, wanting to bolt for it, but she knew she had no chance of just running out of the cage. The Erasers would surely get her.
"Out. Now." One snarled, kicking the cage. Erin growled at him, then climbed out of the crate, where she was immediately swarmed by the Erasers, who grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back to be sure she wouldn't try and run. It felt SO good to be out of the cage, stretching her legs and not scrunched up. Even if those wolf-men were holding her arms, she could still always shift.... As if one cue, like the Eraser had read her mind, one of the wolf-men reached up and grabbed hold of her neck, squeezing it on both sides. She whimpered pathetically. Those were her only pressure points. The fatal weaknesses, that when pressed upon hard, would prevent her from shifting. It sucked that they knew about it. The whitecoats nodded, and turned on their heels, walking off down the halls. The Erasers holding her guided her after them.
After a few minutes of walking for endless hallways and passing other whitecoats and 'experiments', the Erasers uncaringly shoved Erin into a huge room (About 50 ft by 40 ft), where she stumbled in, then quickly adjusted and looked around. The door shut and bolted behind her. She observed the room, looking for any possible escape. There was a large plexiglass window on the left wall, from which she could see about eight whitecoats and ten Erasers in. There must be another big room back there. Where they could ruthlessly observe their 'science experiments' as they most likely fought to the death. Now it was Erin's turn. She cast a dirty glance at the whitecoats and Erasers behind the window, then continued observing the room. On the far wall opposite of her was another door, broad and heavily bolted like the one behind her. She braced herself for whatever might come next, rubbing the tattoo on the underside of her wrist for luck. A small intercom above the window crackled, then one of the whitecoat's voices clearly dialated from it.
"We are going to test your strength and fighting ability. Be ready." Of course, as usual, that's all the stinkbags would tell her. She immediately looked up as the heavily locked door on the opposite wall of her unbolted and opened, then closed. It left a broad-shouldered Eraser in the room with her. His eyes contained a feral glint as he studied her, then flashed an evil smile. His glossy black hair shone slightly in the bright lights above them, and he looked eager to kill Erin, cracking his knuckles and readying himself.
"This is gonna be fun...." Erin murmured to herself.
As she watched, the guy who could've been a male-model transformed before her eyes, into a huge, hairy wolf-man. Definitely not suited to be a male-model.
"Let's go girly." He sneered, flashing his white canine fangs.
"Eugh! I can smell your dog-breath from here!" Erin made a disgusted face, and the Eraser immediately snarled. He rushed at her, and she swiftly stepped to the side, turning as she did so, maneuvering in a way to avoid the razor-sharp claws that had been ready to slice her up. The whitecoats behind the plexiglass window began jotting things down on their clipboards, watching intently.
"That all you got, dog boy?" Erin smirked. This aggravated the Eraser even more. He snarled in rage, and leaped at her. She side-stepped again, but this time had been slightly late. She received a gash across her cheek from the wolf-guy's sharp claws.
"You're asking for it, dog-breath." She hissed. Before the Eraser had time to react, she had shot at him and got a good punch in his gut. There was a whoosh of air as the breath left the Eraser's lungs, but he merely stepped back. That punch could've knocked a normal man to the ground and probably injured a lung or two. Erin swiftly ran at the Eraser and aimed a roundhouse kick for his ribs, but the wolf-boy had managed to gather himself quicker than Erin had expected. He was ready for the kick, and when her leg came around, he grabbed her foot in an iron grip and used her own forward motion to swing her around. He let go of her foot just in time so that she flew off and hit the wall with a thud. She growled.
"Nice move." She sneered sarcastically, while the whitecoats kept watching, and writing things down. Erin had her plan all set up. Things were about to get interesting.
Erin got up, her eyes narrowed. She touched the slice on her cheek, and looked at her finger. Crimson. She looked back up at the Eraser, who was slowly prowling towards her, canine fangs gleaming, eyes murderous and eager to kill. Erin smiled. Showtime. Right then the Eraser charged, howling a battle cry, and right then Erin transformed into a large, muscled tiger. She saw some of the whitecoats behind the plexiglass window's eyes widen. A few of them gasped. They obviously hadn't seen her before. Others began scribbling furiously. Erin grinned a strange, feline grin, and hissed at the Eraser. He slowed, obviously a bit confused. Erin saw her chance and lunged, sharp thorn-like claws unsheathed. She roared and tackled the Eraser, her claws sinking into his shoulders. Then they were on the ground. She lashed her tail as she stood over him. The Eraser suddenly pushed upward, trying to knock Erin off. She did fall off, but rolled nimbly across the floor, then pounced again. She reared up and raked her claws down the Eraser's face, which immediately started gushing blood. The Eraser howled in pain and stumbled back. He was blind now, since her hooked claws her sliced his eyes. Erin snarled in tiger form. She padded backwards, then took a running leap at the Eraser and easily ripped his throat open with her fangs. The Eraser let out a shriek of agony, but it was cut short when Erin knocked the wolf-man to the ground and put a paw on his neck, then tore the last veins with her hooked talons. Blood spattered across the wall. Her eyes showed a blood-thirsty gleam. The whitecoats immediately scribbled on their clipboards.
This wasn't good. This was her bad side. The side that came out when she killed. The side that came out when she slaughtered. This was the only defect with her amazing ability to shift forms. She could become uncontrollable. Blood-thirsty. Murderous. Erin snapped her head up as she heard the door unbolt. She looked fear-inspiring; crimson-covered teeth shining, muzzle matted with blood, claws covered with red liquid. This time three Erasers emerged from the heavy steel door, which quickly shut and locked behind them. The wolf-men transformed. They smiled their gruesome, wolfish smiles. Two of them had murderous blood-lust in their eyes. The other had fear. Weakling. Erin would go for that one last. Torture it. Make it suffer. Agonize it. They all deserved what they were going to get. They should have known better than to keep Erin here. Or, create Erin at all, for that matter. She smiled evilly back at the Erasers, waiting for them to make the first move.
After a minute of studying the bloody, fear-inspiring tiger, the first Eraser, the one in front, stepped forward. Erin cocked her head. Smiled.
"What are you waiting for dog-breath?" She asked. Her voice sounded evil. Yet with a fake innocence stuffed into it. The wolf-boy snarled. He ran at her quickly. She let him. The Eraser growled and collided with the tiger head on. Erin snapped at his chest, and grinned a ghoulish smile when felt her fangs hit something hard, heard his collarbone snap. The Eraser screamed in pain, and fell back, falling down to his knees, clutching his chest, near where his collarbone had broken.
"You should have known better." She whispered, her muzzle beside his ear. Then her massive paw hit his face, and his head snapped back at a gruesomely wrong angle. He immediately crumpled to the ground, and Erin's evil blood-lust only grew.