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Aeraie

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Imperfect
::Imperfect::
All right, I admit it wasn't the smartest move to swallow the gemstone. But hey, in my defense, it was an accident. I didn't mean to, I swear. But you know, it's kind of hard to just spit the thing back out once it's degraded into your body. And hey, I'm not complaining; it gives me some cool abilities. It's not fun when the government is after you, though.
It all started with the first threat. It came in the usual government spam envelope. I tossed it into the fire, regarding it as junk. That junk I happily watched burn was sent by President Ugula, who in turn, took my wife and happily watched her burn. She meant everything to me. Since then, Ugula's been slowly killing members of my family off, waiting for me to surrender myself.
I'll let you in on a secret. I don't love my family. My father was abusive and my mother did nothing to stop him. I should just keep the power, but I feel some moral obligation to them. I can't let them die. I have to do something. I just can't decide what, being indecisive, imperfect me.
With that, Sawyer flew into the air, soaring towards the capitol building.
Sawyer slammed into the ground before the capitol building and strode inside. He headed straight for the elevator, halfheartedly hitting the button 13.
After what seemed to be eternity for Sawyer, the elevator dinged twice and the doors slowly opened. Seeing President Ugula waiting for him in a similar, but happier posture, Sawyer refused to budge from his position in the elevator. Ugula simply rolled his eyes, waving him inside. Sawyer reluctantly followed, trudging inside the mammoth office as the elevator doors shut behind him.
Ugula took a seat in the overly large rolling chair behind his desk, grinning devilishly. "I'm glad you've taken me up on the offer. I didn't want to see your poor mother go."

19-Jul-2011 00:08:14

Aeraie

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Sawyer's nostrils flared slightly at the comment. "Aye. Well, bud, here's the deal." In one swift movement, Sawyer dropped to his knees, pulling out a knife from his pocket and holding it to his throat. He flinched as the cold, black metal licked at the untanned skin of his neck.
Ugula jolted out of his chair, slamming his palms firmly into the sheen mahogany of the desk. "Don't you dare! If you kill yourself and lose my precious gem that has so carelessly degraded into your body, I swear on my mother's grave I will not cease until every single member of your family is killed. You hear me, Sawyer?" President Ugula's voice cracked at the last syllable. Sawyer smirked slyly in response.
"Like I care. I'll be dead, for one, and two, they were terribly abusive. in fact, I'd love for you to kill them. Go right on ahead," Sawyer said, praying Ugula didn't see his bluff.
Sawyer pressed the knife harder into his throat, skin threatening to break.
"Don't you dare!" Ugula hissed.
Sawyer gave him one last shaky grin as he spit out his last sentences, slicing his own throat open and taking his own life in the process: "That gem was never yours. It was always mine, and this is what I've decided to do with it. You always said I was...imperfect."

19-Jul-2011 00:08:48

Aeraie

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I stood in the garage, peering around corners looking for my ball when he silently stepped into the garage.

“Maddi,” he called out to me. I turned around to see his snickering face. He was about 9 at the time, 5 years older than I was. He had short dark brown hair and hazel eyes that always seemed to say that he was clear about everything, almost as if it were impossible for him to get lost. He couldn’t be taller than 5 feet, but he stood on his tiptoes just to appear taller. His face is one of the most familiar to me, as he is my older brother.

“What do you want, Torrey?” I grumbled to him. I lowered my head as to not look into his devious eyes.

“Come play football with me,” he replied with a steady voice. He always asked me to play football with him, even though I hated it. It wasn’t fair in my eyes; I was half his size and much younger. Besides, we had already played football that day. I did*’t want to play again.

“No, Torrey! We already played once today and it hurt! I don’t want to play again!” I softly screamed at him. My fists were clenched and my nails dug into the flesh of my palm. I had to hold my ground or he would get his way. At this point, I had looked up into his eyes. It was almost as if they were laughing at me and my pathetic attempt to resist.

He half smiled at me, almost as if he had something surreptitious up his sleeve. He crossed his arms and widened his stance. “Chicken!” he called out at me. His hands touched his armpits forming wings. Then he crouched down and looked me right in the eye as he began his first wave of attack. “Bwuk bwuk bwuk! Maddi is a chicken! Chicken chicken chicken! Bwuk bwuk!”

I stomped my foot. I hated being called a chicken, and he knew that. “Stop it, Torrey! It’s not funny!” I yelled at him with all of my voice. Despite my plea, he continued as if I had not even mouthed a word.

19-Jul-2011 00:10:49

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."

19-Jul-2011 00:12:09 - Last edited on 19-Jul-2011 00:12:34 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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Hardest of Hearts
They were more magenta than pink. I stared down at the uneven brush strokes of magenta nail polish that coated my 6 year old nails. I ran my thumb over the bumpy texture of my ring fingernail, smiling. The first and only thought that entered my head was simply the word gorgeous.
I had just come home from school, only to find the house deserted. I dropped my backpack and ran into my parent’s room to do the one thing they never let me do when they were home: jump on their bed.
After what seemed like 15 minutes, I hopped off the bed to go play with the soaps and perfumes in their bathroom. I decided I would make a delicious ‘potion’ out of liquid soaps and perfume, but I couldn’t find any bowls to put my mixture into. I opened the cabinet above the sink and immediately saw something that caught my eye: a bottle of magenta nail polish. I snatched it from the cabinet and took a seat on the floor as my enthusiastic eyes witnessed the bottle being opened as if it were liquid gold.
I quickly and messily applied the magenta nail polish over my nails and surrounding skin particles. Now that I think back on it, they were probably some of the most hideous nails ever painted, but at the time I thought that they were just gorgeous. I then quickly screwed back on the lid to the nail polish bottle and put it back where I found it. It was time to venture down to my parent’s work, about a 1/3 of a mile away.

19-Jul-2011 00:13:20 - Last edited on 19-Jul-2011 00:15:46 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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I called him Florida Snowman because he had a snow globe on his desk filled with little buttons, sticks, a carrot, a pipe, and a scarf. He called it “Florida Snowman” because that’* exactly what a snowman would look in Florida; water and the pieces that go on the snowman. I, as usual, picked up the snowman and shook it before I mentioned my magenta nails to him. He saw my fingers wrapped around the snow globe, however, and was the first to comment.
“Maddi, did you paint your nails?” He asked. I gave him a grin.
“Yes, I did,” I responded. He scowled at me.
“But Maddi,” he started, “You’re a tomboy. Tomboys don’t paint their nails at all, especially not that vibrant pink color you have on.”
It felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I set the snow globe down as I mustered up the strength to respond.
“Oh,” I muttered. I could barely hold myself together as a trudged out of the building. Once I was out, I ran back home as my face turned beet red and tears rolled down my cheeks. I took the bottle labeled Nail Polish Remover and poured the full bottle over my nails in a desperate attempt to get the now hideous nail polish off. As I cleaned my nails, I whispered to myself the words ‘never again’. And to this day, I have never painted my nails since then.

19-Jul-2011 00:16:20

Aeraie

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The Tainted Grove
The path leading up to the playground was eerily quiet on this late evening. The two apartment buildings seemed to press themselves together as if they tried tucking the paint chipped bars away. There were but four swings, each creaking its own unique rhythm to the soft sound of the wind whisking through the tunnels. The normally bright mulch was now darkened and sprinkled with the scatterings of an aggressively broken beer bottle in wait to slice open the vulnerable toes of a clueless passerby. The low drone of a low flying propeller plane choruses in with the wind. Here the ghoulish figures of the night come to life, ever ready to lurk in the shadows until the time is right. The dire need of greed fills the air around, suffocating the shallow breaths of your heart into oblivion. The very sight of the playground seemingly moving so slowly, closer and closer, trapping you into your own box of horrors sends a shiver down your spine. Lusty shadow hands blindly reach for your open skin, wanting just a taste of your warm flesh. Do not attempt to escape from their grasp, for you, too, are a simple pawn of this tainted playground’s game.

19-Jul-2011 00:17:18 - Last edited on 19-Jul-2011 00:19:50 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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I had to include items when I first wrote this.
Patriarch
A young man appeared from a doorway, strolling into the Hall of Mirrors. He had a five’o clock shadow and bags under his weary deep blue eyes. In his hand he clutched the collar of a gruff, skinny unconscious man who hadn’t shaved in days. At the head of the hall, an old corpulent man with deep blue eyes sat in a chair with his legs crossed. He was munching on an overly ripe banana.
“You got him, eh?” The man asked rhetorically.
“Yes, Godfather, and I got the book you asked. He’s German, right?” The young gangster asked.
“German? No boy, he’s Swedish. Don’t tell me that you’re late and you got a German translation book!” The Godfather roared, taking another large bite out of the banana. The Godfather then leaned out and snatched the book from the gangster’s hand. He quickly flipped through the book and then looked up, right into the gangster’s fearful eyes.
“Fool,” The Godfather spat, spitting the chunk of banana in his mouth onto the gangster. The Godfather flicked his wrist downwards, releasing the remains of the banana and the peel onto the floor. The mushed banana splattered everywhere.
“I’m s-sorry, Godfather,” The gangster stuttered, unconsciously releasing the Swedish man from his grasp. The man’s head thudded against the hard floor of the hall. A pool of blood began to form around the Swedish man’s head. The Godfather’s face transformed from angry to a silent rage. The Godfather reached into his back pocket and pulled out a sleek sliver pistol. He pointed it at the gangster’s side and fired. The gangster clutched his side and dropped to his knees, coughing up blood. His terrified eyes shook as they met with the Godfather’s cruel eyes. The Godfather smiled sadistically.

19-Jul-2011 00:21:20 - Last edited on 19-Jul-2011 00:21:39 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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“Sorry doesn’t cut it, boy. You killed the man I needed to interrogate. Now I kill you,” He hissed, leaning over the retreating gangster. The Godfather turned around and pulled out a canteen of gasoline. He then proceeded to drench both the gangster and the Swedish man’s corpse in the stuff. The Godfather pulled out a box of matches and struck a match on the box. A flame slowly came to life.
“It’s a good thing bodies are flammable, isn’t that right boy?* The Godfather said.
“Yes, father,” The gangster choked out the words. The Godfather frowned before turning away. He dropped the match on the body of his son and strode towards the exit of the hall, pulling out a cigar and lighting it. Behind him mirrors shattered with the heat as his young son screamed hoarsely. The Godfather simply smirked as he puffed smoke out of his mouth. The Godfather never turned around.

19-Jul-2011 00:22:26

Aeraie

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This is a spin off Goldilocks
Discord and the Three Gods
Once upon a time there was a hated goddess named Discord. Discord enjoyed the sufferings of others and was largely responsible for the Trojan War. Well, on this day, Discord went for a walk around Mount Olympus. Soon, she came upon a large mansion. She knocked on the door, and when no one answered, Discord walked right in. The first room she entered was the kitchen. She found three bowls of ambrosia nectar sitting on the table. Discord bent down to the first bowl, scooping some into her mouth.
“This ambrosia is too sticky!” she said. She moved on to the next bowl, slurping at the nectar.
“This ambrosia is too dry!” she said, spitting it out. She moved on to the last and smallest bowl. She took a big spoonful of the nectar.
“This ambrosia is just right,” she sighed. Discord had walked a long ways to the mansion and decided that she would rest her legs by sitting on a throne in the throne room. She plopped down into the first throne.
“This throne is too big!” Discord said, moving to the next throne.
“This throne is even bigger!” she exclaimed, sinking far into the depths of the chair. Discord pulled herself up and out of the throne, moving on to the last and smallest throne.
“This throne is just right,” she said. As she tried to get comfortable in the smallest throne, it snapped into a thousand little pieces due to her weight. She picked herself up and off the floor, heading straight towards the bedrooms upstairs. She came to the first bed and laid in it, but it was too hard. Discord got up and moved onto the second bed, which she decided was too soft. The last bed, like always, was just right. Discord tucked herself in to the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
As Discord was sleeping, however, the three gods came home.
“Someone has been eating my ambrosia!” Jupiter exclaimed.
“Someone has also been eating my ambrosia,” Juno growled.

19-Jul-2011 00:24:30

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