My stories.

[Antimony]

This is my favourite story I have written.

It is only a page long, maybe less. I don't know, I don't write long chapters. Anyways, enjoy!

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I am running.

It is pitch black, and the hair sticks to the back of my head, dampening my back. I dart past parked cars, a dark streak of blackness against the bright light of the street lamps.

My bare feet pound on the hard pavement, and in the distance, a lone clock strikes one. I'm late....

A familiar building is in my sights now. I rush up to it, and hammer on the door. It opens by itself, and I drag myself in.

At a table, 5 other people my own age are already sitting. They stare at me coldly, eyeing my slick hair and soggy clothes. Then a boy speaks.

"Kunzite. You are late. Time is not something you can take freely. It is like gold, even greater." His face remains rigid, like wood.

"I know, sorry." I mumble, as I go to sit down.
"Wait." one of the girls, a year or so younger than me says. I looked up at her. "Go and change into these." She instructs, handing me a pile of clothes. "Be ready in five minutes."

Five minutes later I am dressed in a white gown, identical to the other teens'.

The oldest, a boy in his late teens, stands. "We all know why we are here." he announces. "It is tradition to hold these meetings on the night of the new sun, and to establish new ground on which to learn."

Ugh.... I think. How cliché...

Then he begins rambling on about a Shadowless, and how we must take certain precautions... blah blah blah.......

I am so bored.

...

Why am I even here?

It's not like I chose be to be one of these people.

And it wasn't exactly my fault she didn't turn.

So what if I've seen Amdis?

...

Why didn't I help her?

Because I couldn't.

Yes I could.

But I didn't know I could.

...

It's too late now, anyway.

It's not like I could bring her back.

Not even Armitta could do that.

...

Maybe Charlie could.

But no-one's seen him for years.

Maybe Amdis got him too.

Ugh, I hope not.

...

I remember when he used to sneak me bits of chocolate.

He was so sweet.

It must have been so hard, keeping it a secret.

Especially from those he loved.

Loves.

...

What's the time?


I look up. No one seems to have noticed I've zoned out - they are all nodding and making suggestions.

UGH.

I stare out of the window. The sun is beginning to rise, creating orange mist. I sigh.

We are dismissed.

[screwbaII]

Ooo interesting, but I think you overused the word 'ugh' lol. Also the language could have been a little better, but it got the feel so can't complain too much.

Btw this is coming from someone who hardly reads anyone's stories on this forum coz I usually get bored after the first line... sooo... suspensful and interesting read, great work.

[Antimony]

Ooo interesting, but I think you overused the word 'ugh' lol. Also the language could have been a little better, but it got the feel so can't complain too much.

Btw this is coming from someone who hardly reads anyone's stories on this forum coz I usually get bored after the first line... sooo... suspensful and interesting read, great work.

Well, thank you very much! I appreciate feedback hugely so I will take what you said into consideration and put your opinion into my work. Thank you!

[Sbacity_Boy]

Personally, I liked it. There was just a few minor things that bothered me. There are nothing wrong with them it just bothered me. I am just going to tell you the biggest one. You didn't have to much description. At the very beginning you did job of describing of what he was running through, it could have had a little bit more description, but other wise it was fine. Now I am not talking about describing about what he is thinking about when he zones. I am talking about describing the looks of the room he went into. Maybe a little description of what some of the people looked like. So the big thing that this story could get more of, is description. Thanks for sharing! I did enjoy the story exceedingly.

[LoveyCookies]

Personally, I liked it. There was just a few minor things that bothered me. There are nothing wrong with them it just bothered me. I am just going to tell you the biggest one. You didn't have to much description. At the very beginning you did job of describing of what he was running through, it could have had a little bit more description, but other wise it was fine. Now I am not talking about describing about what he is thinking about when he zones. I am talking about describing the looks of the room he went into. Maybe a little description of what some of the people looked like. So the big thing that this story could get more of, is description. Thanks for sharing! I did enjoy the story exceedingly.

I will add those in, since it is a little short. I will also add the main character is a girl.

Good story! See you tomorrow!

[Sbacity_Boy]

Lol! Lovey, just taking over Antimony's story! XP Well thanks for sharing the story you guys.

[Antimony]

I made Lovey delete it, now I regret it. I may hit her tomorrow (we know each other).

Anyway, now I shall post it, cuz I thought her version was good anyway.

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I am running.

It is pitch black, and my long black hair, so dark for a girl of my age, sticks to the back of my head, dampening my back. I dart past parked cars, a dark streak of blackness against the bright light of the street lamps.

My bare feet pound on the hard pavement, and in the distance, a lone clock strikes one. I'm late....

A familiar building is in my sights now. I rush up to it, and hammer on the door. It opens by itself, and I drag myself in.

The floor is surprisingly warm for such a night, but it is nearly pitch black. A lone candle dimly illuminates the long, dull corridor, with all but one door painted a murky grey. The last door, however, is a deep black, even darker than night outside. I trudge up to it, and open it. It creaks, as if it is not in use.

At a table, 5 other people my own age are already sitting. They stare at me coldly, eyeing my slick hair and soggy clothes. Then a boy, who's piercing blue eyes stare at my like daggers, speaks.

"Kunzite. You are late. Time is not something you can take freely. It is like gold, even greater." His emotionless face remains rigid, like wood.

"I know, sorry." I mumble, as I go to sit down.
"Wait." one of the girls, a year or so younger than me says. I looked up at her. She has blonde hair, short, and a blank face like the others. "Go and change into these." She instructs, handing me a pile of clothes. "Be ready in five minutes. Don't hesitate, girl."

Five minutes later I am dressed in a white gown, identical to the other teens'.

The oldest, a boy in his late teens, with a turned up nose and greasy hair, stands. "We all know why we are here." he announces. "It is tradition to hold these meetings on the night of the new sun, and to establish new ground on which to learn."

Ugh.... I think. How cliché...

Then he begins rambling on about a Shadowless, and how we must take certain precautions... blah blah blah.......

I am so bored.

...

Why am I even here?

It's not like I chose be to be one of these people.

And it wasn't exactly my fault she didn't turn.

So what if I've seen Amdis?

...

Why didn't I help her?

Because I couldn't.

Yes I could.

But I didn't know I could.

...

It's too late now, anyway.

It's not like I could bring her back.

Not even Armitta could do that.

...

Maybe Charlie could.

But no-one's seen him for years.

Maybe Amdis got him too.

Ugh, I hope not.

...

I remember when he used to sneak me bits of chocolate.

He was so sweet.

It must have been so hard, keeping it a secret.

Especially from those he loved.

Loves.

...

What's the time?


I look up. No one seems to have noticed I've zoned out - they are all nodding and making suggestions.

UGH.

I stare out of the window. The sun is beginning to rise, creating orange mist. I sigh.

We are dismissed.

[Sbacity_Boy]

I made Lovey delete it, now I regret it. I may hit her tomorrow (we know each other).

Lol! Well it is Extremely good now that you corrected it. Thanks for sharing! XD

[leven]

thats a awsome story i like it alot its so good it should be a little book

[Antimony]

thats a awsome story i like it alot its so good it should be a little book

Heh, thanks! I have the next part (I don't want to say chapter. It is not that long.)

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"Pass the ball!!" my PE teacher shrieks.

I really hate PE.

I don't think slamming a ball over a net until your palms are red and sore, or as my PE teacher calls it, "Volleyball", is fun in anyone's opinion. But you don't tell her that. Unless you want to be yelled at, right in the face. Her breath smells of hamsters.

Maye she eats them.

I wouldn't be surprised.

My ponytail bounces as I jump, and try to hit it. I miss, and scowl. My best friend, Lily, gives me a small smile. I just manage one back.

Suddenly the school bell rings, indicating us to go back and get changed. Saved by the bell.... I think, as I trudge back.

Lily runs up to me. "Heya, Zimmy!" she grins. "You know I hate being called that!" I laugh, shoving her playfully.

She pretends to be hurt, wincing mockingly. I smile, my worries gone. Not for long, though.

We are stopped as we race to the changing rooms. "Oh, hello Josh." I say flatly.

Lily grips my hand, for Josh is the school 'bully'. I say 'bully' because I do not believe in bullies. They are sad people with no life. I feel sorry for them.

Josh scowls at us, and without warned, pushes both of us against the wall, one in each hand. He is so close I can smell the unbushed reek of his breath. His sweaty hand grips our shirt tightly.

"Listen, midgets. I gotta favour to ask." Strange way to ask... I think. He continues. "I want a jacked from Wolf, but I'm banned. So that's why I'm gettin' you two to get it for me. Ya got that?" he asks, leaning in further, pushing us up further. My feet lose contact with the floor, so I speak. "We will do no such thing." I can't help the way I speak, rather formally. I've been called posh for it. I don't care.

"O, I really think you will. Cuz if you don't..." he threatens, but before he can finish, a sharp, shrill noise pierces the corridor, making me wince. Josh releases me and Lily, for there is a sports teacher standing in the doorway, angry. It is obvious she has overhead the entire conversation.

"Let them down." she says coldly. He releases his grip on us, his face dark. Lily grabs my hand and drags us away before it gets ugly.

"Ugh, that idiot!" she fumes, as we change. I nod in agreement. "I know, he's so immature." I say. We go outside, now dressed.

"What have we got next?" I ask. Lily checks her school diary. "Maths." she groans. We have different maths classes. I wave to Lily as she skips (yes, skips) to maths. I take my route, but as I am about to open the door to the building, I hear a blood-curdling roar.

I turn around, and see a large creature on top of the sports hall roof, as big as it.