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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

THE FINAL TALE

OK so, I finaly made the last Chapter of the Angel who Fell. I hope you all enjoy, leave me alot of comments to tell me how much you like it. =D



~That’s all there was~
A piece of stone in the desert
Mounted flat in the crust of the earth
Covered by sand and gravel after a gust
A single grain, that's all there was
A decoy in a battlefield
A crater in an open field
Shattered raiment in the wilderness
A raucous voice, nevertheless
Blood oozing from the flesh
Dropping on my wool-sewed dress
Veins popping from underneath the skin
Metal locks on my limbs
Leaves of trees on loamy soil
Fire that eats up all their toil
Mountain restless from smokes and bombs
Stones and rocks melting on the pond
Lions and tigers feasting on their prey
Ants and insects on horses wounds and hay
Worms in soil and into mouths
Old-aged suffering in gout
Locusts spurng to wreck the wheatfeild
Scarecrow made a greater yeild
Drought that kills herbs in a blast
That's all there was to last
From the battle of the pasted


Hey =]

Brianna is back!!! miss me?

ok so I promise to post new poems ASAP!


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

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Brianna's commentsness:

I am back =]. Ok so for all who have mised me haha. I have started my new poem tale called "Final Fall". I figured it was a better name then reviving of the shattered. So yeah, we got some new rules here for you all so just read after all this stuff and youll find out about them. =]

O and for readers or Writes, theres a site called

Tales of Idluis.com  I put my short stroies there and you must create a character

 

Rachel's Commentenators:

Update:
We've been on hiatus for a long time, and only update on occasion. I'm afraid I do most of my writing offline, these days, but that could change in the future. Depending if I get time and motivation.

 

Melissa's comments:

Hello all!! So I'm new to this site but I've brought lots of stories and poems to share with you all. Please feel free to comment us more because we honestly aren't getting all that many comments  Rache, Bri and I do love our work and put alot of passion into it so please comment us on our work and let me know what you think.

Please feel free to message me on my personal page if theres anything you wish to know about any of my writings. Thank you everyone and much love!! Blessed be!!

~Dreamer~

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1) Do not taunt us

2) Do not say anything negative about anyone's work on this page

3) Have nothing nice to say? Then don't say anything at all.

4) I will no tolerate anyone bad mouthing on this page

5) Just act mature.



If you wanna know what brought this all up, is the fact that because of resent drama, people like to call our work their own. We would apprietiate is much if you would have nothing to do with us for any negative reasons. Thank you.


 


My robot

 The girl was very surprised, though pleasantly so, to hear that he'd returned.
 He hugged her, and she hugged him back.
She smiled at him and asked him how things had gone.
 "I got the repairs, and I'm free now."
 "Oh thank God...I thought..."
He touched her shoulder gently.
 "I know, I was afraid that might happen if I left too. But it didn't, we can finally be together."
She kissed him then.
 They both knew how her family felt about him, and a part of her still wondered if he was real in truth.
A robot who was programmed to be human.
 Did he have a soul?
Was his heart, his love real?

She knew he thought similiar things, he once told her how afraid he was that he'd someday find out that he wasn't different from the other robots, that he wasn't real but a computer glitch, a fabrication.
 That she wouldn't have real love.
 "If your love is artificial..." She had told him, "Then who needs the real thing?"

Immense relief washed over her to hear that she had him back, once and for all.

They had time now for the real questions, like how would they deal with his eternity and her mortality? Or...could a robot marry a human?

But they had their whole lives to find their answers now.
 And were more than happy to have that time to spend.

 

blue rose


Friday, January 18, 2008

Inheritance, First Entry Title: Marked

From the diary of a genetic mutation.

Sometimes I wish that life came with theme music.
Why, you ask?
Well if it did then I would've been able to tell that things weren't exactly how they seemed from the music playing, the notes caught between danger and normalcy woulda given the whole thing away.
I mean, don't get me wrong, it might not have even mattered if I had known, but in a crazy world such as this you never know. And I'll take all the advantages I can get!

So there I was, sitting there at the library. Completely innocently! Just reading a book to study for my test coming up when this guy sits next to me. And not like a chair away as would've been normal at the six-chaired table in the center of the library, surrounded by shelves of books.
No, not two chairs away, he takes the chair right next to me and scoots really close. Which is the point where I put my book down to give him the "What the fuck?" look.
But he ignores that, and looks at me very seriously.
He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me with this intense blue eyed stare as if I had said something horrible and I was supposed to explain myself.
So now I give him a good look-over. He wasn't old, but he wasn't my age. He looked about my older brother's age, only more...studied. Is that a description? I'm not sure how to put it. He looked as if he knew alot and took everything seriously, which made his random actions seem even more weird to me.
Had I known what he was going to say next I might have known better not to feel weird, but disturbed. Because this guy was really crazy, and what was worse he was dangerous for me and the people I loved.
"You're one of the marked ones."
I feel a jolt but force myself to stare at him like he's an idiot.
"Um...okay?" I frown to show him that I think he might have escaped from some hospital somewhere.
He doesn't take his eyes off me.
"You know what I'm talking about, and I know you're gonna keep pretending that you don't, so you can just listen."
Fat chance. I think glumly.
"We know about you and your family, we're going to be keeping an eye on you. If you even step a toe out of line, or if you reveal your secret to anyone then we're going to have to step in. This is not a threat, this is a fact and a warning."
This raised a number of questions, like...
Number one, how did he know that me and my family were a bunch of freaks?
Number two, was he one of those religious fanatics with a cult following of murderers?
And number three, what did "step in" imply? Would it be like...what "silence them" implies when the villains in the movies say it? Or did he just mean that they would intervene and without violence?
Unfortunately I don't know what to say, so now I'm the idiot because I can do is stare him blankly.
Which is neither an admittance or a denial that I get a single word he's saying.
Not that it mattered, because he took my silence as an answer in and of itself and got up and left.
Leaving me there, dumbstruck with my now seemingly redundant studying.
And what can you do after something like that happens? Leave immediately? Continue on as if nothing happened? Which one of those things was the normal thing to do? Which one could be taken the wrong way by people who might wanna kill you?

Yes, diary, a rather dramatic first entry, and I haven't explained alot.
But I'm tired from that crazy family meeting we had after I went home, and it might take much more pages than this one to explain things properly.
Not to mention I'm not sure I could exactly explain it properly, I don't really trust my brain at the present moment in time..so..I'll see if I can explain tomorrow. Or you know..whenever.



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