Semi-Literate+ RPers Club [DEAD;NEW LINK IN FIRST POST]

[Bartimaeus]

That's exactly how I based The Weirdest World of All (a page back, if you missed it). Except she turned into a monkey in the end... still different though. XD

No, I didn't see it, but I'll check it out if you like! XD.

[omori]

Well I don't actually want vampires and werewolves. I was thinking of a Neko or something, but I'm not sure.. Oh, and what would an average person have to run from? To hide from? Ideas, ideas. 8D

[Bartimaeus]

Well I don't actually want vampires and werewolves. I was thinking of a Neko or something, but I'm not sure.. Oh, and what would an average person have to run from? To hide from? Ideas, ideas. 8D

Hahahaha... I has an idea. We should probably continue this in PMs.

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Oh my god! You guys are so amazing at writing! I have some more stories that I guess I've been saving up. None of my friends in real life have read my stories, so feel priviledged!

I'll start of with my short horse story, called Horse-napped. Obviously it's not real.


My first pony had been horse-napped three months ago. I was devastated; she was my life, my happiness and one of my best friends. People told me that I would get over her, but I knew I couldn’t. She hadn’t been the first horse to be horse-napped in the past six months as my best friend’s pony had been stolen too, but before my poor Mystique. We had shared everything together; Kelly and I, and now we shared the loss of our ponies. Her own pony, Jaq, had been taken a month before Mystique. Someone had stolen them. We had to find out who had. We looked for months, but no luck. No sign of them. Sighing we had agreed to buy new ponies. Together we had been searching for the perfect ones, but our new ponies wouldn’t be as special as Mystique and Jaq. Eventually we found them.

Kelly, Ciara, Maya and I were looking at the horses in a famous rider’s stable when it happened. Ciara and Maya were going to get their first ponies so we all decided to look at them together. A row was going on, so we crept closer and overheard. A woman was shouting at a stable-hand. “GET THAT HORSE OUT OF THAT STABLE! THAT’S COOKIE’S!” The stable-hand muttered a quick, frightened sorry before leading the handsome bay stallion from the stable. The woman led in her golden palomino, shooting a glare at the girl leading the pony away. Hurrying up to the girl, Ciara asked her what her name was.
“My name is Anna, and this gorgeous boy here is Stardust.” She introduced herself as she patted the stallion. Her voice became sad. “Sadly his owner is selling him. Apparently he isn’t really good at Dressage, and he’s really good at Cross country and Show jumping. I’m trying to find a new owner for him.” I walked closer with Kelly and Maya. As soon as I was close enough, I patted his muzzle and we bonded. Asking quietly, I said, “Please may I try him? I’m looking for a new pony and he seems to be just right.” The girl brightened and quickly tacked him up. Ten minutes later I was cantering him. He felt great so I quickly tried a few jumps. He wasn’t just great, he was brilliant. I was determined to buy him. Soon the woman with the horse named Cookie came to the arena and admired me riding. I stopped and she turned to the stable-hand. After the talk the woman disappeared. I dismounted and quickly took him to an empty stable, beaming. The owner came along and spoke to the stable-hand before leading Stardust out of the stable and towards the block of four that the horse named Cookie was stabled in. I looked and saw the woman from earlier smiling smugly and my heart sank. Kelly, Ciara and Maya realised and gave me a hug. I didn’t return it and managed to mutter something about my dad picking me up and soon left. My mind had been made up; I wouldn’t buy a new horse.

A couple of months later I was true to my word. I had quit riding and had taken up something else when my friends called me. It turned out that they had finally found the right ponies for themselves and that they wanted me to join them. Naturally I declined, I did miss riding but I got disappointed sometimes because of it.
Then, “Just come, ok?” And Maya hung up. I grabbed my rounders kit, thinking that I could go straight to practice after I had met up with them. I usually biked, and the stable wasn’t far, so soon I was there.
I saw them clustered around three stables at the end. Walking slowly over, I put my stuff down and stopped in front of Mystique’s old stable. The owner of the stable had refused to put a horse in there as she hoped that I would change my mind and get a pony. It was exactly the way I had left it. There was no straw on the floor, the water was empty, and my tack and riding stuff waited at the back. My pony hadn’t been stolen from here; she had been stolen at a show and so had Kelly’s Jaq. I couldn’t believe that she had moved on, left her perfect pony behind.
“Come on, Becs.” Kelly said to me softly, and I realised that I was crying. She led me next door, and inside was...
Cookie.
“Cookie?” I asked, still sobbing slightly.
“Her owner sold her. You know, that women who shouted at that stable hand to get Stardust out of her stable.” Kelly told me, understanding as I burst out crying again.
Ciara led me opposite me own stable, and inside stood a gorgeous black mare. “This is Nightblaze. She’s 8 years old, and perfect.” She sighed, and Maya impatiently led me to the next one.
A skewbald stood inside, his head over the door. “This is Jasper. He’s a stallion, and 9 years old.” Maya bragged.
Then, a familiar head came over the door of the next stable. “Stardust?” I asked in a whisper.
“It is. He’s yours, Becs.” Kelly told me as they all hugged me.
“How?” I whispered.
“We all asked your parents if we could have some money to get him for you. It took some persuading, and eventually they agreed.” Ciarra said as she hugged me again.

5 months on, and we all ride together. Kelly and I still miss Jaq and Mystique, but Cookie and Stardust are helping us get over them. Stardust didn’t move into Mystique’s old stable, and I realised that Kelly hadn’t put Cookie in Jaq’s old stable. We still hoped that our ponies would come back to us, occasionally going out to rescue centres to see if they turned up.

One day, out of the blue, I turned on the TV. “.... has been known as a horse thief. He has been sent to prison for a number of year; and all of the horses he has stolen are now finding their way back home...” I turned it off as someone knocked on the front door. I dragged myself to the door, and opened it to find the police there.
“Are you Rebecca Night, owner of Mystique?” A kind police woman asked.
I stuttered yes, and shouted to my parents that I was going to the stable. They took me in the car, and at the stable was Mystique. She was being held by the stable owner, and as I rushed over, she shied away from me. I was heartbroken, why couldn’t she remember me.
“She’s been well treated, and was sold to another family after she was stolen from you. Another girl owned her, and they got on well.” The policeman said quietly.
Someone had found happiness in Mystique, and I had found happiness in Stardust. My heart heavy, I patted Mystique’s nose and said, “The girl can have her. She can have her old tack, and her old rugs.”
“Are you sure?” They asked me, and I nodded; my heart in my mouth. They called the girl’s parents, and they soon arrived.
The girl and her parents came into the stable, as I had moved Mystique into her old one. I felt a hand on my elbow, and a girl’s voice said disbelieving, “You found her, and you’re getting rid of her?”
I looked up from where I was looking at Mystique, and saw a girl my own age standing there. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “Mystique was my life you know. She was taken from me, and three months after I lost her I found Stardust. Then he was sold to a cruel woman. I gave up riding for a couple of months, and took up Rounders. One day my two friends and my best friend told me to come here, and they showed me their ponies. My best friend’s horse was a pony called Cookie, and belonged to the woman who now owned Stardust. They all surprised me, and I saw Stardust. They had asked my parents to give them money to buy the perfect pony for me, and bothered them for ages until they caved. Now, five months on, I find Mystique just to find out that I took her away from a girl who loved her nearly as much as I did.
“And here you are.” I ended, turning to look at the girl properly. She had soft ginger hair, that reached to the small of her back.
“And here I am.” She echoed. Thinking for a moment, the girl said absentmindedly, “Just tell me one thing, are you sure?”
My voice was soft, “I am. Of course I am. I’m giving her to you, and I don’t even know you. You can have her old tack and rugs and grooming kit if you want. I don’t need them, I haven’t needed them for nearly a year now.”
“Hey. My name is Rachel Chapman.” She introduced herself, smiling.
I smiled back. “Hi. I am Rebecca Night, known to my friends as...”
“Becs.” Four voices chorused. I turned as I said it, and saw my three friends at the end of the stable block. We all laughed, and I realised that Kelly would have done the same as I had. She would have given away her best friend, just like I had, so that someone else could be happy.

Years have passed, and Rachel moved with her parents down to our village so that she could keep Mystique at our stable. The five of us became inseparable, constantly having sleepovers and going on hacks.

Jaq had never been found, but Kelly was ok with that. She hoped that he was happy like Mystique was with Rachel.

A happy tale, unlike my Against your Will, An Experiment story. Oh, I'll give you the ending 'cause I'm so proud of it! Note: It will change. I wrote the end because I had the ending perfectly in mind, though I wrote it after Chapter 3.

It's incredibly short though. About a paragraph long.

I looked up with my final breath, and looked deep into Molly’s eyes. I knew I had failed, and she knew I had as well. Our world was doomed, this had been my only chance, and I had blown it. I clutched her hand desperately, and I closed my eyes forever. Ewa curled up beside me, and we died among our friends.

[Metallic Dragon]

ShadowSlayer: Would you? It's just a really quick piece of one of my favorite parts(or at least the beginning of one of my favorite parts)

Unknown: Lol, that ending sounds exactly like the ending to a different story I was writing. I'm still stuck on that one though. I know how I want it to end, I just don't know how I'm going to get there.

[Bartimaeus]

ShadowSlayer: Would you? It's just a really quick piece of one of my favorite parts(or at least the beginning of one of my favorite parts)

Unknown: Lol, that ending sounds exactly like the ending to a different story I was writing. I'm still stuck on that one though. I know how I want it to end, I just don't know how I'm going to get there.

Ok, where is it? *scans thread*

[ωιитєяfℓу]

ShadowSlayer: Would you? It's just a really quick piece of one of my favorite parts(or at least the beginning of one of my favorite parts)

Unknown: Lol, that ending sounds exactly like the ending to a different story I was writing. I'm still stuck on that one though. I know how I want it to end, I just don't know how I'm going to get there.

I can have a look if you want. I read a lot, and write a lot, and I have tons of different story lines.

[~Wolf Chick~]

Kitteh, I think the start to your story is epic! Maybe she could have some weird power like talk to animals and she can hear their voices too or something like that instead of her being some sort of creature? Just a suggestion ^^

[Metallic Dragon]

Posted on the next page so I can get more help on it.

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Guys, I love writing and thought that I was good at it. I saw you guys's stories, and now I'm not quite sure. XD

Here's another of my stories, though it's kinda true. It's not really a story... It's just a Remember story. It basically saying remember your friends who have moved away.

Just Remember:

Her smile, her laugh. All the good times.... Gone.
She’s gone. My best friend. Moved away.
I feel betrayed.
I must keep smiling, keep laughing, and keep joking. But inside I hurt.

It’s been years. I still remember the way she laughed with me, the sleepover, and the fun. My fondest memories of the Dark Age. Well, it was the Dark Age for me. That year... The best year of my life so far. I dream about being reunited with her. But now she’s a stranger. A stranger that’s forgotten me, forgotten how I look, how I act, how I laugh. I keep smiling, remembering, hurting, and hiding.

She’ll forget me, they always do.

People move, people leave, and people go. It doesn’t change; it’s the cycle of life. Her moving showed me reality. My best friend.... She moved here, to my village just a year before moving again. A year... My other friendships had taken years to build up, but my closest one took just a year. I went round hers, she came round mine, and I slept over hers just once. Once, and she never got to sleep round mine. When she left, everyone was sad and upset, but I and Emily were the worst. She had become our best friend in such a short space of time. Leah was given a friendship necklace, the one with two parts, from Emily. I gave her a simple forever friends necklace, then a few years later I was given one like the one I had given her.

Years have passed. But I still hurt, it won’t ever go.

She made new best friends, new friends, and ignored her old ones. I see it, msn is a powerful thing. I keep my profile simple, incredibly simple. I just use it to contact my friends. I never forget her though. If she had stayed in England then I would have been able to see her, but no. She moved to Australia. I haven’t seen her since. If I think about it, I haven’t spoken to her that much either.

I continue on with my life, remembering, making new friends, and everything else.

I think of her as an angel, an angel sent to give me good fortune. An angel that would laugh with me, talk with me, play with me. An angel that moved.

I must keep remembering, keep loving, keep smiling, keep laughing, whenever I think of her and when times are bad.

For a while I forgot her, but as we moved on to Secondary school, I knew that she should have moved on with us. She should have been in our SATs, in our production, in the intake days, in everything. She should have had every memory we have, all the laughs, all the tears, all of the boring days. But I know she had them elsewhere, and I’m glad that she managed to move on in her life, like I have just barely done.

I’ve been told to stop living in the past, and this represents it. It represents that I am done with the past, and that I live in the present, in the future. Memories are just that, memories. It’s time to forgive and forget, as I now realise. You can still remember though, nothing stops you from remembering. The time to miss things are over, now it is time to look forward to everything that happens.

Just remember.