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Aeraie

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“MADDI IS A CHICKEN! BWUK BWUK! RRR, I’M GOING TO EAT YOU FOR DINNER!” Torrey’s voice escalated to a shout. I stifled a tear as a feeling of anger welled over me. I suddenly ran over to him and punched him as hard as I could in the stomach.
He paused in his chant and looked at me. His smile was gone now. I watched as that same devious smile crept upon his face. “That’s all you’ve got? Wimp! Maddi is a wimpy chicken! Wimpy chicken! Hahaha!” He laughed at me, right in my face, looking me right in the eyes. I hung my head low, hoping that my hair would cover my beet red face. A tear slid down my face, slowly accompanied by more and more tears. I finally looked up at him.
“If..If I play with you, will you leave me alone?” I asked him.
“Yeah, sure,” He responded, as if this little episode had never happened. Torrey then picked me up by the waist and slung me over his shoulder.
“Torrey!” I squealed. He did*’t respond, but I knew he had to be smiling. My brother was cruel and always got his way, but for some reason, I loved him for that. And even though he’s 19 now, and I’m 15, I still miss those memories, even if I was crying. As Bob Marley once said, "Every one's going to hurt you, but you just have to find the ones worth suffering for."

18-Aug-2011 00:18:48 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:25:39 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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DESPAIR BY WORF
Matthew tossed in his bed, unable to sleep. It was odd; usually, the crunching of his hay mattress and the softness of the chicken-feathered pillow would easily put him to sleep.
But not tonight.
Matthew's eyes were continuously drawn to the window. The darkness outside, often soothing and enveloping, tonight seemed heavy and oppressive. One of his dogs suddenly began barking, then eventually fell silent.
Matthew shivered. It was high time we moved away from Rivertown, he thought. The orks had begun raiding even deeper into human-settled areas. There were stories that Lotesse, a town a few miles from Rivertown, had been razed to the ground by the brutes.
Suddenly, what sounded like a grunt came through Matthew's window. He quickly jumped up, and ran over to see out into his barley field: but there was nothing save the dark swaying of the stalks.
He slowly walked back to his bed and laid down. His wife, Chloe, was still sound asleep; her soft breathing comforted Matthew's worried heart. He studied her sleeping form. She was beautiful, for a farm girl: golden hair that fell down to her waist, strong cheekbones, and, when they were open, brilliant green eyes.
Matthew smiled, running his fingers through her hair. Then he rolled over, and closed his eyes.
The window shattered.
Both Matthew and Chloe sat straight up, wide awake. Gruff shouts came from outside, and a gnarled green hand began tearing out the hand-carved window panes. Matthew quickly turned to Chloe, whispering quickly under his breath.
"You have to grab the kids, and go."
Chloe looked at him worriedly. "But what about you?"
"I'll be fine," Matthew assured. "Hurry! Go!"
Chloe ran out of the room, her nightgown trailing behind her. The green hand ripped away the last of the panes, and the rest of the ork came through the ruined window.
Matthew gave a small yelp, and ran out of the bedroom door.

18-Aug-2011 00:18:49 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:30:33 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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Matthew thumped quickly down the stairs, looking for something to defend his home with. The ork followed in hot pursuit.
There! The fireplace pokers, hammered out of tough iron, would have to do. He grabbed one, then turned, and with a roar, whacked the ork on the side of the head, caving its skull in. Blood pooled on the living room floor.
Loud thumps came from the front door. They've got a ram, Matthew thought, looking at the solid oak door that he had constructed. He hoped that it would buy him enough time to get his family out safely.
He took the stairs two at a time, then ran down the hallway and burst into his children's bedroom, causing them to scream.
"Hush!" Matthew said quickly, "It's only me. Quick, you have to leave. Out the back. Don't go out the window, they're already on the roof. Hurry!"
Grabbing her children's hands, Chloe dashed out of the room, Matthew following close behind. Just as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the solid oak door gave a loud snap, then crashed to the ground. Orks poured into the house, flailing swords and axes destroying everything they touched.
The family raced out of the back door, feet flying over the grass. Then, suddenly, an arrow sprouted out of Chloe's back, and she fell, golden hair seeming to float momentarily in midair.
The children stopped, wailing, and tried to drag Chloe to her feet; but she would not move. One after the other, they were shot as well, their mother's name still on their lips.
Matthew, a few yards behind, stopped short, grief-stricken. Tears rolled down his cheeks, slowly dripping off of his sparsely bearded chin.
A pursuing ork, sword held aloft, ran shouting up behind Matthew, and with an underhanded stroke, severed one of his legs at the knee.
Matthew screamed, then fell to the ground.
Sudden heat flared behind him. Turning to look through misty eyes, Matthew saw that the house he had built was on fire.

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Aeraie

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Pain raced up Matthew's leg, causing his heart rate to spike even higher. He crawled fitfully away from the burning wreck of his house, trying to put as much distance between himself and the ork raiders behind him.
Tears rolled down his cheeks; the dying screams of his wife and children still echoed in his ears. Slowly, the burning heat of the fire receded from his back. The forest, and safety, were meters away.
Suddenly, a gruff voice shattered the echoing screams. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"
Matthew redoubled his efforts, shuffling his way towards the trees. But the ork that had spotted him did not have a severed leg. The footfalls of his heavy boots came thundering up to Matthew, nearly drowning out the sound of blood pounding through his ears.
A rough kick knocked Matthew onto his back, knocking the ragged stump of his severed leg on a rock. The pain burst out of Matthew's vocal chords in an agonized scream.
Breathing heavily, Matthew stared up into the ork's swarthy face. He was a brute; nose- and ear-rings dangled and shone in the light of the fire, and blood caked the right side of his face. Malice and cruelty radiated from his eyes, as hot as the inferno behind him.
"So, thought you could get away, you little human maggot?" the ork grinned, broken teeth hiding a hideous purple tongue.
"Please," Matthew croaked, "Don't kill me."
The ork barked out cruel laughter. "And why not, scumbag?"
"Please," Matthew pleaded. "Just... please."
The ork's smile broke even wider, wrinkling the slimy skin around his mouth. He slowly lifted the battleaxe at his side: a wicked, blood-spattered blade, obviously hand-sharpened for hours until it seemed to slice the air around it.
Matthew's eyes bulged. A cold, iron hand gripped his heart, and squeezed it until Matthew uttered a pitiful whimper.
"Please... please!"
The axe swung down.
And the hand crushed Matthew's soul, before blackness descended.

18-Aug-2011 00:19:00 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:34:10 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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SADNESS BY AERAIE
If I had known it would never have happened. If I had just known-

A day previously.....

Sadness gripped my heart and hollowed it out like a nest in the sand. I rubbed my sweaty palm coarsely through my greasy, dark brown hair. I looked down at my feet, too embarrassed to look up.
“How'd you get to be so short, little craphead?” I didn't look up; I already knew who spat words at me. Conrad. Elizabeth's boyfriend. I turned to look up, ready to ignore my tormentor, when I saw Elizabeth walking over. My body bursted with a new energy. My heart fluttered into the air.
“Conrad, stop,” Elizabeth said in her sweet, melodic voice. My eyes started at her widely, feasting on her beautiful complexion: light blonde, curly hair, light blue eyes, a thin figure, and pale skin with a personality to match. She gracefully strode over to where we were on the sidewalk outside the school. I smiled at her weakly, letting her know I was glad for her comment but a little embarrassed I couldn't stand up for myself. Conrad crossed his arms, groaning. His little wolf pack of buddies stood around him.
“Ben,” she said, my name flowing off her tongue like pearls, “there's a party tonight at Joe's house tonight. You want to come?”
“Yeah. I'll be there,” I said, snapping my fingers and pointing at her in an attempt to impress her. The second I did it, I realized how stupid it was as my cheeks turned a rosy red. Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand, giggling softly.
Conrad rolled his eyes. “******.” With that, he and his pack walked away. Conrad latched onto Elizabeth's arm as he went, taking her away from me.
“See you there!” She called out from the distance. I smiled, my heart leaping out of my chest. I was going to a party with the girl of my dreams. Perhaps she wasn't my date, but at this point, I was ready to settle for anything.

18-Aug-2011 00:19:11 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:41:42 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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It was the moment I stepped inside my house when the depression returned. I was like a small child, stranded out in the ocean waves with just a small buoy to hold me up. That buoy was Elizabeth. I mean, my life sucked. My mom left me when I was ten because she thought my father and I were failures. I live with my dad, who puts his own depression into not bathing and collecting guns. Then there was school. I'm five foot three, which is really short, and everyone teases me about it. Conrad is the worst, though. He and his pack were always down my throat, and it didn't help that Elizabeth is dating him. I loved her. I wanted her so badly, and I couldn't have her. Made me feel like a piece of trash.
I quickly scurried to get ready for the party, throwing on a nice, black collared shirt and some nice blue jeans. I smoothed my hair back, having just showered. I sprayed on a touch of cologne and headed out the door.

The party was pretty wild. People were drinking all around, smoking different drugs, and acting insane. Everyone sort of stared at me as if they were saying, “What the hell is he doing here?” and “Who invited that kid?” I got the message loud and clear. My soul sunk deep into my body, begging for shelter from the negativity.
I searched and searched for Elizabeth, searching the bottom floor of the house first, then the upstairs, and then the porch. No sign. I was getting a bit frantic, and hurried past people, bumping into a few guys who were drinking. I ran upstairs, checking it, like everything else, once more. I turned down the various corridors, searching and searching for Elizabeth. I had to see her beautiful face. I had to know she was doing okay.
I noticed a shut door on one of the hallways. As I drew closer, I could hear Elizabeth's voice coming from it. My heart leaped into my head as blood surged through my body. I thrusted the door, waiting to see my love.

18-Aug-2011 00:19:21 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:46:04 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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The scene unfolded around me. Elizabeth was laying on the bed without her clothing on. Conrad was on top of her groaning as he thrusted into her. With the sound of the door, the two turned to me, staring at me with bewilderment.
“Oh my god,” was all I could muster to say. I froze in place as my heart dropped through the floor. Conrad began to swear, but I couldn't hear him. I had already bolted out of the door.

I came home, locking the door behind me. My chest heaved with my sobs as tears drenched my cheeks. I stormed up to my room, slamming the door shut. Good thing my dad wasn't home. My mind argued with itself.
How could she have betrayed me like this? Silly fool, she was never yours. Why does she like Conrad? He has all the things you don't. Why me? Because you're a piece of trash nobody cares about.
In a flurry of motions, I found myself sitting on my bed, back rigid, chest heaving, tears running, and a gun pointed at my head. The hand that held the gun shook.
“Woah, woah, slow down there,” I told myself. I dropped the gun on the bed, reaching for my phone. I'd call Elizabeth and everything would be all right. I dialed her number, listening to the ring.
“Hello?” she said. I sighed with her sweet, sweet voice.
“It's me,” I replied.
“Oh. Hey, Ben. Look, I'm sorry about earlier. Wish you didn't have to see that,” She said. I didn't reply.
I once read a fact that said the average person lies four times a day, or one thousand four hundred and sixty times per year. In fact, by the time a person turns sixty, they will have lied 87, 600 times. The most common lie is: I'm fine.
“Are you okay?” She said, breaking the awkward silence.
“I'm fine,” I gulped.

18-Aug-2011 00:19:21 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:47:30 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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“All right, good. Hey, look Ben, I need to tell you something-” But she was cut off by a scruffling sound. I could hear Conrad's voice in the distance, yelling about something. Probably me. Then the phone was picked up.
“You piece of crap, why don't you just die already?” It was Conrad. The line and my will to live went dead.
Suddenly everything dropped on me like a weight too heavy for me to carry. My mother leaving. The state my father was in. School. My height. Being bullied. Conrad and his pack. Tonight's events. How Elizabeth would never be with me because she just didn't feel the same way back. My buoy that was keeping me afloat was gone, and I was drowning in that vast ocean of sadness. Maybe Conrad was right. Maybe I was better off dead. My hand didn't wobble as I picked the gun up this time. It was strong and steady as the cold metal touched my temple. I didn't even flinch when the bullet entered my skull.

And now you're at my grave, Elizabeth. I watch you as you put a note down as well as some flowers at my grave. You're crying and you came alone. I look at the open note with my ghostly eyes. There's not a word I can't comprehend except when you signed it, “Ben, I'll love you always and forever.”
Oh, Elizabeth. If only I had known, it never would have happened. I wouldn't have shot myself. If I had just known-

18-Aug-2011 00:23:27 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:48:49 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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LOVE BY PAC THE GOD
( --- represents a memory beginning or ending)
"Did Grandfather give you this, Nanna?" I ask. We're cleaning out her closet in the apartment above Varrock's clothing store.
Nanna totters over and holds out a thin wrinkled hand for me to hand it over. I drop it in her hand and watch her trace the ornate flower that rested atop the ring. "No, your grandfather wasn't much for gift giving, Saradomin rest his soul. This is from an old love."
My jaw drops, surprise etched on my face. "Nanna! I thought Grandfather was your childhood sweetheart."
"Oh Taliah, of course he was," she cackled.
"Who was the lover then?" I questioned.
"Now now you don't want to be bored by this story," she answered, taking a seat in her rocking chair.
"Of course I do! Nanna come on!" I cry, pleading for her to tell me.
"Alright alright child," she replies. Mostly to get me to sit down and be quiet.
I take a seat on a small stool next to the rocking chair and wait eagerly for her to began.
"While I've always loved your grandfather this was before he had proposed. It all happened right after he left for The War of 171 against the forces of Mortanyia and -"
"Wait! Nanna...what was his name?" I asked.
"Oh right. A name yes. Well..her name was Juliet." I want to interrupt but I can see that she's gathered her thoughts around her like delicate petals; making a sound would only scatter them away from her. "It was dark days during the war and any means of comfort was welcome. She'd come into the store looking for a dress...
---
The door to the store clattered open causing me to jump in fright. I turned to see the most beautiful woman before me. She had long flowing white blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
We stood there silent; staring at each other.
"How may I help you?" I asked gathering myself.
"I need a dress made." she said simply.
I nodded, motioning for her to stand behind the changing stand and remove her clothing.

18-Aug-2011 00:23:29 - Last edited on 18-Aug-2011 02:51:35 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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She stripped down to her undergarments and stepped from behind the changing stand to stand before me.
I inhaled sharply. I was astounded at the beautifulness of her near bare body but quickly gathered myself once again and began measuring her.
"What do you need the dress for if I may ask," I inquired as I measured.
She looked at me so sharply for a moment I thought I'd over stepped my role as tailor before she spoke. "The King is having a dinner that I must attend and I thought it called for something new."
"I see," I said my mind whirling. She was a noble! "Who is your father if I might ask?"
"Draul Leptoc."
My face tightened at his name. He was the man who had paid your grandfather money to take his place in the war. "Well I hope you and your father enjoy yourselves with the rest of your noblemen."
She tittered as if that was unlikely. I looked up at her questionably. She sighed. "All the nobles are just so...arrogant and pompous. They care for nothing but money and luxuries."
"And what is it that you care for my lady?"
"Common things. Like baking a pie in the Cooking Guild. Or buying an ale at the local tavern. Or even sewing. I always wanted to learn, but father said such things were beneath my station," she replied wistfully.
"Well if you have the time I could show you while I made your dress," I offered, finishing the measurements.
She flashed me a smile that made my heart melt. "I would enjoy that."
And so we talked while I sewed her dress. For hours and hours it seemed and then the dress was done and she left, gifting me with one more departing smile.
I smiled back, my smile slightly tainted by sadness at probably never speaking to her again.
---
"That's it?" I cried incredulously.
"Heaven's no...but perhaps this can wait for another day. There is a lot of things in the closet to be cleaned."
"No! Nanna you can't just stop like that! I'll clean while you talk okay?"
She nodded her head.

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