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[Chevalier-Ange]

 

that would be an interesting basement after that now wouldn't it <_<

[WhiteRoxie]

Tada~ A story. Yes, I know Whitey's very morbid. But morbidity is the basis for many great things. Most of them evil.

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Bedtime Horror Story.

I never told you the reason Father hates me, oh son of mine. I never mentioned it once. It's a great story, yes it is, but you are a child and you don't tell children horror stories. However, I've run out of stories now and this is all that is left.

 Father was a bastard working for the minimum wage at the factory. His hours were long and his temperament bad. He came home not after work, but after several drinks at the local. Mother and I sported purple bruises the next day. If Father was a bastard, then Mother was a whore who spread her legs at the first show of a fifty-dollar note. Some days, with my head buried so deep in my pillow, I wanted Father to find out about her and the next-door neighbour.

It was sometime between Mother's clients visiting and Father's punches when he got home that I realised I hated them both. But nowhere near enough to want them to die. Am I that kind of person, little son? That I would wish death on those who gave me life? No, not me.

It was a simple accident. Mother was sick that morning. Complaining about her stomach and only leaving the bed to drag herself to the bathroom. I watched her retch like a pitiful bug. Father had already left for work. I cooked breakfast that morning, right before I left for school. The rest of the day; I can only guess what happened. In my worry for my poor Mother and my rush to leave for school, I must have left the gas running on the stove. Later in the day, when Mother felt well enough, she must have gotten up for a cigarette. Father always warned her that they would be the death of her.

I came home to find the whole house gone. The still burning rubble and ash concealed my Mother's body, if there even was one left. Father blamed me. Hated me. The pain of having Mother leave us prematurely was nothing compared to blows I suffered because of that. Oh son, I still have the scars.

I never told Father about Mother's infidelity. In his corrupt mind, she was an angel. And I was the devil that took her away. That's the reason Father hates me. Yes I know, I can see your tears my son, but I told you it was a horror story. Not suitable for your young ears.

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[ScienceFair]

Imagines child saying "Papa, I'm not crying because it's sad... It's beautiful... tell it again?"  >.>

[OnewingedDragon]

What a piss poor parent. Good story though.

[Chevalier-Ange]

Gah...you've reached a new low high in your writing abilities.  Morbid perhaps, evil...oh yeah.  However...it's a great read my friend ^^

Very nice *appaulds*

[WhiteRoxie]

Imagines child saying "Papa, I'm not crying because it's sad... It's beautiful... tell it again?"  >.>

To me, that's really creepy....

What a piss poor parent. Good story though.

Which one? They all seem like crappy parents...

[OnewingedDragon]

I was referring to the storyteller for scarring their child that way.

[WhiteRoxie]

Yes yes, never tell your children bad stories before bed time. They will not sleep.

[Grey]

Or make them watch the lion king, but thats another story. I like this one though, even more than the first one. I can kind of see it happenning (what that says about me I don't know).  Its sad but very good.

[OnewingedDragon]

It's less about what it says about you and more what it says about society.

[Chevalier-Ange]

Agreed.  Unfortunately, this could almost be from the pages of a Newspaper. And Grey, OwA is right, it doesnt say anything wrong about you.  Society is to blame totally.

[WhiteRoxie]

Well. Here is something new. An ongoing story. To tell you the truth, these characters have been stalking me for days so something had to be written with them in it. And this was one of the ideas (the easiest one in fact XP). Apart from the next parte, I really don't know where this is going at all. So please put up with it. Hopefully it won't suck too bad, if it does I'll stop and write something new.

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What Comes Between. Parte Una.

Feya watched the sun set below the horizon, dragging down the day with it. Torches light up around the compound, the simulated flames flickering in the dusk light. A breath of air pushed Feya's red hair from her face. There was the shuffling sound of boots landing on the concrete and Feya looked up from where she was seated. Hanna's dark hair shone blue in the fast fading little. She pulled the loose knit jacket closer around her. A scowl darkened what could be a pretty face. Hanna slumped against the wall, sliding down until she reached the ground. Feya moved a little to make more room for the other girl.

"I want to talk to someone." Hanna stated bluntly. Feya cringed and rubbed her eye with the palm of her hand.

"Oh gods, you're here to whinge about some personal problem," Feya muttered.

"Yeah I am, got a problem with that?" Hanna replied fiercely. Neither girl looked at each other, both staring into the distance over the compound. Feya shook her head.

"Please- who are you trying to kid? You're only here because Meron's away."

Hanna stiffened, and it wasn't because of the chilling evening air.

"Meron is on his honeymoon with Elisha," she forced out.

"So?" Feya replied, inspecting her fingernails. The grime of the day's work was reflected there. Hanna spun around and glared at the red head.

"My best friend is married now. Do you really think he's gonna have time for me any more?" Hanna was obviously pissed, her hands clenched into fists and then unclenched, "Next there's gonna be a cosy little cottage in Phénix and three brats." She spat out the last word with disgust at the thought of children. Feya unexpectedly felt her heart go out to the other girl. Abandoned.  They had both been left behind.

"Arion's been gone for over a year now," Feya's was soft, a hushed whisper, "I still don't know he's getting back. What if something's gone wrong with the mission."

Hanna sighed and took Feya's hand. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue with the first pinpricks of light marking out the stars. The sounds of dinner bell being rung wafted up from the compound below.

"Meira is gone. Meron is married and Arion isn't coming back anytime soon, but the looks of it. It's just you and me, Feya."

Feya pulled her hand out of Hanna and turned on her with a hiss. "Don't act like Meron's dead. Arion either!" Hanna blinked, not understanding what wrong she had done.

"Meron might as well be for all the attention he's gonna pay us. Ario—"

Feya stood up, her hands curled in tight little balls by her side.

"Shut up, Hanna! Just shut up!" She turned and headed down the slope, small rocks sliding under her feet. Hanna scrambled to her feet after the other girl.

"Feya! Wait! Feya! I'm sorry!"

[Chevalier-Ange]

Well, aside from a few grammatical errors, all I can really say is...when are you posting the next part.  You have me intrigued and very curious as to where this may be headed.  And of course...what the background is as well. 

Looks so very interesting my friend ^^

[WhiteRoxie]

Don't You Just Hate Visual Poetry?

Round and round we go.

Say the things we think you want to hear so you'll leave us alone.

Smile when we're near you.

Scowl at you from across the room.

Round and round, we just can't stop.

Can't say what we feel.

Can't scream.

Can't stop.

Can't get off.

Round and round and round.

Stop. Just stop.

Just leave me alone.

Round and round.

Twisting tighter with every spin.

Round and round.

Stretching to the limit.

              Round and round.

                Round and round.

              And round

             and round

                and round

                    and round

                        and round

                            and round

                        and round

                    and round

and SNAP.

[RedAxie]

That is...amazing.
That is very, very innovative and awesome and that's amazing.
^___^