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Borna Coric

Borna Coric

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I apologise for my recent inactivity. I managed to gather enough experience to get my Runecrafting goal (80), which happened to be a "no-life" over four days...

Anyway, I am back. Hopefully some entries will come in soon.

02-Jul-2011 15:22:20 - Last edited on 02-Jul-2011 15:22:35 by Borna Coric

Aeraie

Aeraie

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Just an FYI Leb,

*pokes with stick*

Eliminate them all and crown me supreme >;D

But seriously. Make another one of these or have another thingy I can write a story about so I can weasel my way into this one <3

04-Jul-2011 01:15:13

97swiftarm

97swiftarm

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“I don’t want to die!”

The cry whipped through the silent air, startling the calm night out of its slumber. One man sat awake, his gnarled face etched with sorrow. His tough, callused hand carefully brushed the girl’s dishevelled and sweaty hair away in a practiced movement – looking after the girl was his life now.

“It’s not fair, is it?” Her startling blue eyes, glazed in fever, stared at him, searching for an answer. He turned away, hiding his shame. It wasn’t, but that was life. It’s unfair, it’s cruel, it’s… the way it’s meant to be. He looked back, sorrow still evident but the tough exterior resumed. She would not see him cry.

“TELL ME WHY!” The cry ripped through the air as she launched herself towards the old man, grasping at the air that he had vacated quickly. She struggled for what seemed like years but was in reality a few seconds before she fell back to the bed, exhausted. He looked at her one last time, limp and almost devoid of life, before leaving the room, locking the door behind him. He looked into a mirror, seeing his reflection and liking nothing that he saw. He looked away and quickly back, hoping it would change. He punched the glass, the sharp glass cutting his hands – nothing had changed.

The door exploded open, blood dripping from his hand. He bought his fist up to his eye level, looking at her through the bloody image and all he saw was fear. She was tucked into the corner of the room, hands raised in defence. Her blue eyes, normally glazed, were alert and scared. Of him. He lowered his fist and looked at her, trying to convey his thoughts, his emotions… his wishes.

‘I don’t know,’ he signed, his hands a mixture of red and white. ‘But this is life. Sure, your’s has been short. But you did enjoy the time you had,’ his signals faltered a little as he motioned this, his bloody hand going limp. With his uninjured he made one sign. ‘Right?’

She said nothing, she didn't move. All she did was cry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

05-Jul-2011 03:38:06 - Last edited on 05-Jul-2011 03:38:54 by 97swiftarm

97swiftarm

97swiftarm

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It’s been six days since she died. I miss the sound of her voice, as it was the last voice I have heard that I’ve cared about. I went to her funeral and was the only person to get up and ‘say’ my piece. Pity no one listened, or cared to hear it. But if you care enough about me to read this, then here it is.

“Life isn’t fair, but nothing is. But the fact it took you instead of me is cruel joke that should never be played. I would have done anything to reverse the positions… I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon, Diane.”

I’ll sign off here, I think. My time is coming to a close and really – life holds no grandeur for me. Maybe death might give me something that I could stand living for.

I just hope she’s there.

05-Jul-2011 03:38:19

Borna Coric

Borna Coric

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Great, thanks for the entry, Lamen.

EDIT: If Dieidiot0 does not post on this thread before the deadline, he will be removed. This does not need to be a story, but some reference so I know you're still around.

05-Jul-2011 04:45:12 - Last edited on 05-Jul-2011 04:48:38 by Borna Coric

WolfLord7777

WolfLord7777

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No one was expecting it, and there was no way any of us could have prepared for it. We had all heard the stories of course, told by sailors at the bottom of a tankard, spoken with the same fervency that they talked about massive sea dragons. But that was all we thought they were: just stories.
I can still picture it in my mind, every detail perfect. How can I ever forget it?
I was working at the docks, unloading a cargo from one of the larger trading vessels that operated in Port Sarim. She had arrived late in the afternoon, and I was soon put to work unloading the myriad of things the captain had closeted in his hold, from bolts of cloth to priceless antiques.
Due to the ships late arrival, we only had an hour or so of work before the light became too poor and we had to stop for the night. I went to bed in my small house thinking of all the things I would buy with my share of the profits. I had pleasant dreams that night.
I doubt I’ll ever have pleasant dreams again.
In the morning I went back to the docks to finish unloading the cargo. It was a sunny morning and the weather was calm. It was warm and there was only a light breeze, giving the port a sleepy atmosphere.
I was busy hauling crates from the ships voluminous hold. It was back-breaking work, as I often had to carry crates by myself. Within an hour my limbs were stiff and my body was covered head to toe in a thick lather of sweat. I asked the company’s cargomaster for half an hour’s leave, and he agreed, on the condition that I did a double shift once I returned. I grimaced, and started my usual walk up Miners Mesa, a large hill about ten minutes from the port, which offered a wide panoramic view of the entire district.
I had just left the town and started up the hill when it happened. There was no warning, no strange sounds or inclement weather. If I hadn’t paused for a rest, I wouldn’t have noticed it.
A massive wave, atleast thirty feet high, was heading towards Port Sarim.
I remember that it seemed to

06-Jul-2011 11:08:22

WolfLord7777

WolfLord7777

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happen slowly, although it was actually fast.
The wave smashed into the docks with a force that shook the ground, filling the air with the sound of splintering wood and dying men. It smashed the numerous ships in the harbour with equal ease, crushing hulls and shattering masts.
Then the wave hit the town, obliterating whole streets in an instant and flattening the whole town in seconds. A terrible roaring filled my ears, and I watched, horrified, as the monstrous wave wiped out my entire life and my fortunes, small as they were.
Then I fell to my knees and wept.
***
I lifted the wooden tankard to my mouth and gulped down the cheap beer, barely noticing the burning sensation as it passed down my throat.
“Will you buy it?” I asked, lowering my now empty tankard and looking across the grubby wood of the table, “I know it isn’t very well written. But I need the money.”
The man opposite me lowered the paper, revealing his handsome, unblemished face and perfectly cut hair, so out of place in the cheap bar they were in.
“It’s not very well written and difficult to read in some places, but it’s the only first-hand account of the events and the Varrock Herald needs something to satisfy the curiosity of our readers. If you allow it, I will get someone to rewrite it so that people will actually read it, and I’ll get it out by tomorrow afternoon,” the man replied, his voice perfectly modulated.
“What about the money?” I asked bluntly.
“I will give you 75 gold coins now, and if the story sells well, you can have another 175,” the other man replied, drawing a bulging money bag from his pocket,
I grimaced, my face sullen.
“250 gold coins? That’s enough for me to live on, but not for very long and not in any comfort,” I said.
The man shrugged.
“Take it or leave it,” he said, “it’s my final offer.”
“Fine, I accept!”I snapped, snatching the bag from his outstretched hand.
“Wise decision,” the man said, tucking the papers in his pocket and striding towards the door.

06-Jul-2011 11:08:49

WolfLord7777

WolfLord7777

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Here's my entry. After I first wrote it, it was almost 6000 characters,, so had i had to drastically cut away quite a lot of it, and I didn't have room to add any breaks between parpagraphs, both of which I think have significantly impacted on the quality. But as I have procrastinated significantly over the course of this challenge, I don't have enough time to re-write it.

I hope you enjoy it, even in its reduced state.

06-Jul-2011 11:11:10 - Last edited on 06-Jul-2011 11:12:11 by WolfLord7777

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