Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Sunday, November 1, 2009

in our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood...

new chapter is up.

im actually really happy about it... im getting all these really nice comments from randoms who are reading my story and... that makes me smile :D

in other news, i am dead... i cant move. i've passed out twice in the past hour and a half... i feel like im going to vomit. i kept screwing things up today. and now i cant concentrate to do my homework......... basically im screwed...

also, the people across the road suck arse. they had a halloween party last night. i mean, gosh people this is australia not america. we dont do halloween over here. and even if you do, you dont have a party that lasts all night long, play music so loud that its impossible for the people in the five surrounding houses to even hear themselves -think-. you dont end a party at 6.30 in the morning. and you dont have people leaving between 3.30 and 6.30 honking their car horns as they drive down the fucking street.

fuck, i need sleep...
-35 days-

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

is this what you've been waiting for?

well, Princess decided to convince me to sign up to a writing site... so here goes: my first story is called secrets and lies or visit my profile page cos im cool like that. lol.

im just worried no one will like or read anything i post :S

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

and i get scared but im not crawling on my knees...


how could i fail? I've never failed anything in my life. I'm scared of failing. the lowest grade i ever got was like... a high C. I'm not happy with 15 out of 20... how the hell am i supposed to be happy with a fail if i cant be happy with a 15 out of 20?

You know i was having a great day before that. psych was fun; laughing about lesbian orgies and spaghetti girls.

even english was fun, right up until the end. when i found out i had failed something. that was a bit of a mood dampener. and i then spent lunch thinking of different ways to kill the rockmuncher for failing me for not including a storyline summary (which she had told me not to include)

during biology my relief teacher picked up my story notebook and read the prologue and the start of the first chapter of a story im starting to write and randomly decided iu should send it to womens weekly and went on about how theyd pay me good money for it. something about a few thousand dollars while i sat there thinking 'bullshit' lol. anywho, if you want to read the prologue (and the rest of it as i write it) go here.

And yeah... Now im going to clean my room and it shall be fun :D



-4 days-

Monday, August 31, 2009

orange, sugar, chocolate, hot cinnamon, and lovely things and you...

So... I'm thinking about writing a story. But I don't know what about. I was thinking I could write one about a chick with OCD. Maybe...

Just for anyone who doesn't realise I have clearly given up my idea of continuing Tully. Because I am lazy. If i write my own story then I can develop my own characters. But if I continue Tully then I have to stick with her characters and I can't be bothered. So yes... Maybe OCD unless anyone else has any better ideas for me. I have no idea. Maybe I should just give up. All of my stories are crappy anyway.

Ideas? Thoughts? Anyone?


-2 days-

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

imherewithoutyoubabybutyourestillonmylonelymind...

'Can you feel the love tonight?
You needn't look too far
Stealing through the night's uncertainties
Love is where they are'

They sat in silence, staring at the low flickers of flame around the campfire. They'd been singing before. Musical songs, and campfire sing-a-longs.

'So' he said, nudging her gently in the side. '-Can- you feel the love tonight?'

She sighed, and looked beside her at her dear friend. 'Not really...' she whispered. 'The one who holds my heart is too far away...'

She lay back and stared at the stars, wishing that she could just be where he was.........

Sunday, May 17, 2009

a little bit of insight...

So... I thought it was about time some of you actually understood this properly.

Those people who talk to me often enough will have heard, at some stage, at least a mention of how much I want kids. Not right now obviously. But in the future. You may have heard me mention some names that I like, or alternately hate. Or names that I'm considering. Or debating the advantages of having just two children.

Although I suppose I've always wanted four.

And when I say always... Well, I've always wanted kids. ALWAYS.

***

I was seven.

Even back then I had difficulty sleeping at night. I would lay awake in bed for what felt like forever! Although I suppose that it was probably only an hour or so. It was probably only 7.30, 8 o'clock.

I used to wear this nightgown to bed. One that my favourite aunt had given me. It was white, and had pink stitching and was pink around the neck, and where the sleeves ended just past my wrists. On the front there was a picture of Ariel, Sebastion and Flounder (from Disney's Little Mermaid if you didn't know that already). I used to love it.

At this stage, I was aspiring to be just like Elyse. A family friend whom I still look up to, and think of as a role model even though she's now twenty and I'm almost seventeen. And Elyse has this stuffed toy collection.

I loved her stuffed toy collection. She had so many. And me, of course, in my seven year old ways... I wanted to be just like her. I couldn't work out how to turn my hair red, or to look as pretty as her (poor little seven year olds, so deprived of the use of hair dye and make up). So I had to settle with the next best thing. A stuffed toy collection.

And I started to get a pretty big one also.

Even at seven I wanted to be a mother. Me and my older cousin Sheree used to spend hours planning our lives, and the lives of our siblings. There are seven of us all together. She had always wanted five children, just as I, even at seven, wanted four. We had planned the names and genders of our children. We had planned our siblings children. Names and genders. I know Sheree still remembers her entire list of possible names, while there are only two on the possible list that I still remember and like.

So there's me. A seven year old, who really wants to have children one day, who cannot sleep, with a massive collection of stuffed toys.

I used to play all sorts of games with my toys during those few hours every night, between when I was sent to bed, and when me parents went to bed and the house grew dark and quiet and I could finally sleep.

Sometimes, and now that I start I'm a little embarrassed to even be telling these stories, I would stuff as many toys under my nightgown as I could and walk around my room pretending to be pregnant. I would then have the 'babies' which would just miraculously appear out of my nightgown regardless of whether it was possible to have twenty seven babies at one time or not (that was the most I ever managed to 'give birth to' lol).

I would play games where they started as babies and grew up. Where I would spend ages going through the different years of their life. They would come and talk to me about school and problems and boyfriends and girlfriends and class mates and any other problems they had. Because I was their mother, and I loved them. Even though they were only stuffed toys...

And then some other times the game would be that two of them were getting married. I suppose that would be around about when I started planning and thinking about my own wedding as well. But these games were quite complex.

I don't even know how to explain it.

It makes me sound really pathetic I'm sure. And I really am somewhat embarrassed to even be writing this in the first place. I wasn't going to tell anyone about this lol... But I think there are a few people who maybe need to understand a few things about me, and the way I think. So yeah...

I've always wanted kids. I've had ideas about my wedding for a very long time. And while I'm not saying they're set in stone, I am saying that I know what I want. I know what I have wanted since I was just a little girl.

So I hope that clears some stuff up for a few of you. And if you haven't been talking to me about this in the past while... Well, enjoy laughing at my patheticness :P

Friday, May 1, 2009

its not faith if you use your eyes...

She closed her eyes and leaned back into him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. This was it, where she wanted to be. This was where she could happily spend all of the days of her life.

This was home.

Safe. And yet she was afraid. He wouldn't have even known that. He watched the movie that played on the screen in front of them. But she kept her eyes closed, wrapped up in him. She was too afraid to open her eyes. Too afraid to discover it had all been a dream. Too afraid to open her eyes and and discover he wasn't there.

Too afraid to be without him anymore.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

'What do I do?' he murmured, unaware he'd spoken aloud until he heard her answer.

'You survive,' she whispered. 'You do what they wouldn't do. You know I used to sit around looking for a way to make sense of what had happened, like there was some kind of answer i could find if i just looked hard enough. Then one day i realised that if there had been one, he would still be here. And i wondered if this... this feeling that i couldn't figure it all out... was what he had been feeling too. I still dont get why he did it, and i still don't like that he did it; but at least i understand a little better what was going through his head.'