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story 3
2002-11-07 16:05:24
as he walked out of the bathroom his brother stood there looking at him. his brother, who was dead. he looked as he did in the dream and his skin was pale white to boot. "Hello Joe, it's time you came with me." he spoke. Joe was a little dumbfounded, "Your dead?" he asked in an odd voice. "whats going on, why did you all die?" he asked to break the silence. "it's simple really, mom and dad made a pact with the devil and now it's time to collect, your coming with me or i'll force you by killing you." his brother responded. "sorry, i miss you guys but you know i never liked to hang out with you all the time, i'm alive, and it's going to stay that way." Joe spoke not completely understanding the situation but making quick decitions based on his instincts. "then...DIE!!!" as his brother spoke he swung and punched joe in the face, he flew back into the bathroom mirror and shattered it as he fell to the ground. "you're going to pay for that, i know i taught you better than to atempt and strike me down." Joe stood up and punched him back. he fell back a little and threw a kick at him. joe had been in many street fights and seen so many diferent fighting styles that he really didn't have one, he had many. he brought his foot up and knocked his brothers kneee down and pinned his foot to the floor. he swung back and put all his force into a huge blow that sent his enemy flying.
ok it's that time again, bell rang, later! -
story 2
2002-11-06 21:11:11
the food didn't help, and infact siting at the table as he had done so many times before reminded him of his family. he stood up and walked about the house, his parents room, he laughed at how many times his dad fell asleep on the couch instead of the bed, his mom had always woke him up after he snored so loud he woke her up from one or two rooms over through a door. his younger brother who he fought with very activley, they nearly beat each other to death after his brother picked up boxing. his younger sister, the first time a guy tried to get it on with her using the same dirty tricks he had scored with so many times, he had aranged a meeting with him and the only bisexual guy he ever met. the guy hasn't even talked to her or sat down since then. he remembered how when she was smaller she would come into his room late at night and just talk with him until it was so late she fell asleep right there on his bed, he was old enough that he helped her with her problems then and now, was old enough to care for himself. he slept in his own room that night. not ready to do anything else until he thought it through a little more thouroughly. that night he dreamed his family was calling to him, but it wasn't his family, his mom had leather on and her hair was white and she looked mean, he never could have envisioned her as being mean but now she looked evil. his dad had black jeens on and was beefed up to almost double his normal build, his dad had been in the army so he was already pretty tough but now he was power incarnate. his brother's hand had swolen and now resembled bosing gloves, he was a little thinner than he had remembered him but was more defined in his build. his sister has hiigh heeled lether shoes on and a thong, a kinky corset kinda thing and her hair was black now instead of the blonde he had known. they were all calling to him. begging him to come to them, he was there also, he became aware of himself suddenly, he missed his family but this was not his family, he never let dreams and ideals cloud reality in his life and this was no different. this was a dream, "Fuck you people!" he said to the images of his family, ideals and dreams had always brought out the worste in him. he always got bitter whenever they surfaced. "this is a DREAM!" he screamed. the darkness shattered around him, he fell through the air and continued screaming until he woke, he was sweating heavily and breathing very hard. he stood up and walked to the bathroom he had inside his room, washed his face and looked into the mirror. his face was unaturally pale and he had more muscles than he remembered. he remineded himself of his false family, he looked evil, he didn't look like himself, he had always had black hair but it was now so dark it seemed to absorb light from the room. he shuddered and wondered what was going on. he turned around and stopped, he turned back round and headed for the toilet, the dream had been a bit more scary than he thought it had....
well thats it for now i got to get to my homework but i'll ad more soon and i don't want these to get to big incase i get a better idea for a story, but if i get alot of e-mails saying it's cool i'll stick with it. -
story part 1
2002-11-06 15:50:37
ok i figured i'd start a short story for you guys and if you don't care then fine if you have any ideas go ahead and e-mail them to me. ok here goes, i'm winging it here so prepare for randomness and my spelling isn't to good, nor is my grammar so kinda bear with me:
as he lay on his bed staring up at the celieing, he wondered what it all meant, his parent's death, his sister's fatal psycotic episode, his younger brother, murdered three men and then attacked a swat team with his bare hands, he was the only member of his family still alive. why? he thought to himself, why?... but no answers came, only the tired weak fealing a person gets at 3 am after a sleepless night. he stood up and walked to the fridge, thinking some food would aide his mind.
crap, the bell just rang, i'll probably do more tonight when i get home but thats it for right now.
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