And someday, I promise I'll be gone 
Post by bella swann on Feb 11, 2008 20:16:12 GMT -5
Young ones, gather and grade. At my school, we are holding a Young Writers Contest and seeing as I am a very boastful person, I feel like rubbing it in one of my "friend"s face that I can write. There fore, I come to you with three short stories to see your opinions on what I should enter. Mind you, these are suppose to be 700 words exact or less. I can't go over so I'm trying to get it exact or rounding very close to. Let me know what you think and what you think I should edit. Your opinions matter the most to me. Three different stories, three different meanings. Let me know what you choose.
-Tess
God bless, God bless, Star six seven
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Heat was captured under the blankets. Air was being lost and Lexington's lungs were about to burst into a thousand shards. Suddenly, the air was gone completely. Struggling and fighting, Lex couldn't figure out why he couldn't find the air again. Lexington's eyes shot open as his mouth opened to gasp for air that wasn't there. He pushed off the mattress, his face being pulled from the sheets. Gasping for air, he looked down at the black sheets. Thank God he was breathing now. It felt like someone was trying to smother him just a second ago. Lex winced, this was too much for his already throbbing mind. Collapsing back onto the sheets, Lex groaned. He felt so sick. After a minute of feeling sorry for himself, Lexington threw the covers off. Bathroom, he needed the bathroom. There was no argument about that. Looking down he saw the source of his illness. Six empty dark tinted glass bottles. Lex winced once more. Honestly, he never drank so much in his life time of living. A churning in his stomach set in motion of his actions. Stumbling forward, his hands searched out for some sort of solid object. Ah, a wall. Wonderful wall. Leaning up against the wall, Lexington struggled to keep his stomach settled. With the cold wall pressed against his forehead, Lex realized where he was. Only a few steps away from his porcelain savior. Making slow, unsteady movements, Lex dragged himself forward, collapsing onto his knees. His strawberry blond bangs fell in front of his eyes making everything just more confusing. Past the strands of hair, Lex gazed down at the water, his breath causing ripples on the surface. He felt it coming, the warm liquid of his past night's actions. Suddenly, the acid liquid emerged from his throat, burning and staining his mouth with the vile taste of his own vomit. Squeezing his eyes shut, Lex let out a breath. "I hate fucking hangovers..." He muttered. His hands gripped the edge of the white seat, his nails digging into the plastic like covering. The scent of the water made Lex sick all over again. His forehead had grown hot and sweaty now. This took too much effort for Lex. Who's idea was it to bring Lex a pack of alcohol? Most likely his sister. Or maybe it was Levi, at the present moment it didn't really matter. His stomach churned once more, tossing some more of his sins up his throat and into the white dish. Swallowing the bitterness that was lingering on his tongue, Lex pulled up on his knees. His shaking hand went to the silver knob connected to the white porcelain. The flushing echoed in his mind, it seemed so far away. Lex strained his brain to find another sound not so far off. There wasn't any. He was alone here in this tiny bathroom of his. He let out a frustrated sigh that was slightly mixed with relief. His brain hated him right now, torturing him by stabbing itself on purpose. Stop being so emo brain. We all understand you have issues but can't you spare our Mr.Lexington for a couple seconds please? We'd rather have him alive than dead. Scratching his chest, Lex decided he was just going to stay there next to the toilet. You never know when your stomach was going to back stab you. Curling up into the side, Lex squeezed his eyes with so much pressure it was numbing his face. Although, sleep was pulling itself away from him, refusing to relax his still concentrating mind. Now he knew how zombies felt. Wait, that was completely off the subject. Too much television, it turns your brain to mush. Right now, that's how Lex felt. His brain was slowly melting, melting away. Ouch, that has to hurt. Finally, the pain of everything seemed to ease
away from his mind. Even the pain of the world.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
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Wood splinters spread onto her tongue. Chewing pencils was a bad habit of Bella's. Her eyes glanced nervously out the window. She told him not to come, she did, but when it came to Levi you could never trust anyone. Quickly, she had to gather her thoughts back into the lesson her teacher was working on at the board. Something about numbers. Her brain was to muffled to figure it out. Vibrations were sent down the nerves on her hand as she looked down. New text. Bella's eyes shot down quickly as soon as the teacher had turned his back, writing something new that Bella wouldn't understand. The message was somewhat hard to understand, only Levi of all people could be so illiterate in a text conversation. Her brows furrowed together, something was apparently happening soon with a little smiley face at the end. Bella rolled her eyes, she could just see that stupid smirk carved into Levi's face like an idiot. A shadow casted across her table, her heart lurched forward. Mysterious shadows that came out of no where was obviously a bad sign. A hand shot out. "Ms.Swann, your hands please." Bella swallowed and swallowed hard. That pebble that had been shoved down her throat was now sinking her stomach. Slowly, Bella's hand went up to slid her cell phone into the wrinkly, dry one. It's called moisturizer. The fingers curled over the screen as another caused the screen to light up. The teacher's eyes narrowed gazing at the words. "Is this some foreign language? All I can make out of it is the word look."Bella's eyebrows shot up. A cold sweat grew on her face. She had to play it cool. Her neck was on the line if she didn't. Relaxing her brain, she shrugged, turning her glance to the white board to finish writing down her notes. The teacher made no sound, just walked away. Once he had reached his desk, he looked back at Bella."You can have this at the end of class." Bella winced as he almost slammed it down on the top of the desk. Bella let out a small sigh of relief. Everything settled down for about two minutes before the screen of her cell phone lit up again, everyone's attention and curiosity drawn to the object on the desk. Bella swallowed once more. The screen grew dull, but only for a nearing of thirty seconds. Levi was becoming impatient with something. She caught a glance of her teacher casting his eyes over his shoulder before continuing his speech. Finally, there seemed to be peace. Bella looked at the clock, it was almost seven minutes of quiet now. She sighed, Levi had quit. Suddenly, an abrupt noise caused Bella to jump out her seat, her pencil flying in the air. Isn't that a school violation? Throwing objects that have sharp points and could be used as potential weapons across the room? It could poke someone in the eye! Bella's head twisted quickly to gaze out the window. Her face grew pale and her eyes grew wide at the flailing arms in the air as Levi stood on top of his car waving to the window. He held up his phone and pointed to it, his brows knitting together and his jaw hanging open slightly. Bella froze. Mysterious shadow casted itself to wards Bella again. "Who is that?"Bella could practically hear the italics in the word. Bella froze a second, the shrugged. "An idiot friend of mine."She muttered. Levi crouched on the hood of his car, reaching in and pressing the honking button on the steering wheel. Please have the decency to answer him. The teacher let out a huff, shoving the window open and looming out himself. "Young man! I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises or we will have to call the police to escort you off." Levi's fist tightened as he shoved his phone into his pocket. He stomped his foot on the hood of his car. "I want to talk to Bella!" He barked.
It made me learn to hate you
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The walls were closing in on here. Everything was in white, everything was in black, everything was in grey, and everything was collapsing on itself with Ebony trapped inside. She whisked around trying to find windows but failed at seeking them. Deep purple bags brought her face down, her pale ivory skin making her seem almost dead like. Why wouldn't the let her out? Why? What had she done to them to cause her to be trapped her in this horrid place. Her amber eyes grew wide, finally finding the light across the room. Scurrying across the floor, she flung herself at the window, her hands grabbing a hold of the bars. Oh how she longed to be outside. Even if it was all grey and dreary. It was better than this hell hole. Here, she was slowly crippling away. Across the sky, a raven flew. Hastily, Ebony let go of the bars. No, she knew what that meant. Like in that poem she had read a while back. Ravens meant you were insane. Maybe that was just an illusion too. Whispering collected in her mind, constant ringing that wouldn't disperse. Her hands flew up, grabbing her ears with fist fulls of her dark black hair was well. She squeezed her eyes shut. "No!" She screamed. "Go away! Go away!" She threw herself to the floor, holding her ears in her hands still. Heavy breaths were captured in her lungs as she pressed her forehead against the cold floor. "Get out! Get out of my head!" She pleaded for release. She needed it. All around her she could hear shuffling of feet, then something sharp pricked her side as Ebony let out one last whimper before everything that had entered her mind in blackness had also exited her mind in blackness as well. That cold feeling of loneliness spread across Ebony's skin. She shuddered as her hand clawed into the sheets of her bed. Slowly, her eyes unwillingly opened to more grey. She hadn't been asleep for more than an hour. She needed to get out of here. This place was crumbling her mind. This asylum was not the place for her. Scrambling to her feet, she dug under her bed. Finally she found it. A piece of paper and pen. She took her time, carefully and delicately bringing the pen across the paper in neat curves. Gingerly, as if it were glass and would break any second, Ebony laid the paper on the window sill. She grabbed her blankets, climbing up onto the window sill. Her breath became lodged in her throat as she wrapped the cloth around the top bar, pulling it tight so it wouldn't move. Finally, she would be free. She would be free to leave this white world behind and go follow the raven, or torment more souls that were cursed to haunt here. Tying the knot, Ebony slipped it around her neck. Her eyes were wide as she turned her head to take one last glance out the window. The only thing she had ever gotten close to being outside was slipping her fingers through the bars like she had done one too many times before. Tonight she would sleep well, and those purple rings would linger on her face for eternity when she was put to rest for eternity and forever. Taking one last breath, Ebony stepped off the window ceil, her breath automatically becoming lodged in her throat. Imagine the feel of death. You can't can you? You must be still alive to be reading this so you could never compare yourself to what Ebony was going through. Her muscles relaxed and she squeezed her eyes shut. She never planned on struggling. Finally, her body went limp. The tension in her muscles released. The greyness wrapped itself around Ebony's pale body, collecting her with it. It was an hour before the nurses found Ebony and the note, in which it read "For all the things I've done and said, I never meant to hurt him like he hurt me. Now no one will hold us back from living eternally."
