Short Story

Scheduled Falling

Monday morning seemed so dreaded. the whailing of the alarm just push my ever drowning happiness away. AS i sat up in my freezing cold apartment i concluded my day as long and boring before i even hit the alarm clock off. I pushed my hands into face wondering why i didn't die last night. I could still taste the sickening cocktail of tablets and alchol i forced myself to consume the night before. The most it seemed to do was tease me with sleep. i stood  up onto the floor bare footed standing on what seemed to be a bottle of which had held the tablets I had added to my cocktail. falling short of a pace i stare into the ever growing sadness held within a shell's reflection and leant against the wall. I stared deep into the mirror knowing my pace of life was only a tender kiss away from what i could ever know as death. I stared into my face just wishing it to dissappear into what could only be failure upon having the wish come true. I fell into a motion of what seemed to feel as if i wasn't there as if i was just floating and drifting upon a cloud of yet more sadness. I floated to my stack of clothes and pulled anything onto myself, i Drifted to the door and opened it. I sighed as i heard it close behind me teasing myself with with the thought "no rest for the wicked" i smiled slightly and slowly floated down the stairs into the streets of broken dreams.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

**incomplete please comment**

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Devoidis NoxDiem

(violin playing in back ground of the main hall)   A young man walks into castle doors, soaking wet because of rain out side, he stands momentarily, he shakes wildly like a dog, unbuckles sheath, pulls out sword and dries it off as well. slides it back in sheath slowly, wraps belt around sheath and carries it under his arm, and proceeds into the ball.



She stood in the corner, talking nothings to no one, For she had her eye on someone else. His presence was hypnotizing, and he had her lost in his trance... Her eyes followed his deep strides as he made his way up the great stair case that adorned the room. His clothed shirt hung to him, like she wished she could, and for a few seconds she let her mind play tricks on her...



As he felt the presence of eye, he hastens up rest of stairs keeping a stern, emotionless yet slight smirk to on coming nobles even with the foul faces they gave him, continuing up back stairs to the unlighted hall in which his spare clothes await him in the room in which he stays changing fast as possible to attend the ball before it ends into the whispers if the night.



Her face began to fall as he traveled out of her view... she wished he would come to her and ask her to dance, but she figured he had a lady waiting in the dark shadows to which he traveled. She slowly started to flow across the dance floor, hoping to make it across without any intrusions, but a young man, finely dressed, neat and clean asked the lady for a dance. With a hint of dismay, she accepted, for if she did not, it would be a great insult. As the dance slowed... she notices a stir in the shadows...


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THE BOOK

~THE BOOK~

(Short Story)





Shhh...Be quiet! please...or you'll wake up everybody...



Did you see what that young man did all this evening at the table while taking  some of his notes?

Yes, sure we did, and so what? a "Poetry for a Lifetime" replied quietly.



After all, we are all  books and we are very important to mankind, everywhere.Yes, we are all very important, no matter who we are.

Yes, but did you see, that he was only going through those old, dog-eared magazines, that are piled at that left corner table?



I am telling you that most people are just browsing through all those computers.I think that they're kind of forgetting about us.I know I should be happy to take this dream vacation.No more prying eyes and hands touching and knowing my most privete thoughts.I should be in heaven!

The Gone with the wind" book, just frowned and started laughing.Look at me and remember my lines. Tomorrow is another day!



You should all be quiet, and go to sleep! Merrily a voice said in a whimsical manner.Everybody looked up at one of the highest shelves, where the voice seemed to have sounded from.



Yes, it is me, you knuckles heads! A "Grim"s Complete Fairy Tales Volume" book, spoke in a playful tone.He opened up one of his pages and showed one of his most beloved fairie tales.

Come all over here and pay me a visit.Which one you would wanted me to read you tonight?

What about me reading you, Little Red Riding Hood or perhaps you would prefer, The Sleeping Beauty" I am just telling you that I am a very important book indeed.All my stories make children all over the world very happy and parents love me since they find my services more than welcome every night at bedtime.I am very important, yes, Sireeeee.And aaying all this,he chuckled with a most contented sight of relief in his very merry and child-like voice of his.

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T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 2



~T'Was The Night Before Christmas 2~

(A Children's little story)





It was the night before Christmas and the Potter family were snug in their beds. Outside the snow was falling most beautifully. All of a sudden there came such a noise from the rooftop that Papa Potter scrambled from his bed to see what was the matter. Much to his surprise he heard 12 reindeers up on the roof.

Meanwhile, Mama Potter had not heard a thing, her snoring was louder than firecrackers, on the fourth of July.

Mikey and Twinky, had snuck out of bed and were much surprised to see Santa dancing in the middle of the bedroom. He was all dressed all in red and with a loud belly laugh he wrinkled his nose and disappeared to the roof, leaving behind 8 presents and stockings filled to the brim.

Papa Potter, blinked and what did he see? Jolly Old St. Nick standing right there! Papa Potter fainted and landed with a crash while Santa took off in his sleigh shouting, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!"

The next morning Mama Potter, woke up all alone and was surprised to find Papa Potter asleep on the roof. The Potter' had a wonderful Christmas that year, full of wonderful surprises...







~The End~



Dorian Petersen Potter

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PETER AND ALICE






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~Peter And Alice~

(Short story)



Note From The Author:So far at least in this chapter,I do not own any of these characters.But I do own this story in every way with all its plot and complexities.So it's mine.The story will continue as I go along,in the next chapter,writing it and posting it, till I finish it of course.This story will be a work in progress.Enjoy the read!







Did you found out what's wrong with Alice?



As a matter of fact, I just did last night, after everybody went to sleep.



So can you tell me, what's bothering her?



I don't like to see her so sad and you can tell she's been weeping  some awful for days.Poor thing!



Well, I don't see why not I couldn' tell you about it? I guess I can share  what I know so far with you.After all she didn't ask me anything about not to telling it to any of her friends here.



Well, as you and most everybody here at the Library must have noticed, Peter, is not acting himself, any better of late neither.



It seems Peter has broken off his promise with Alice.Well, he kind of promised to take her for a short visit to "Neverland".Peter and Alice were planning to go over there and spend a little time together, just to get away from everything at least for a  week or something like that.


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Broken

He was simple, plain as some people would say, but to me he was far from plain. Every time I looked at him something inside of me would light up, something that was dead when he wasn’t around. It was like he was a match and I was a candle. It was easy for him to make me happy, to make me smile. So easy in fact, that he didn’t even have to do anything. Before I met him I never knew what it as like to look at someone and smile for no reason.



I guess you could say that I loved him. Well, I was as close to being in love with him as you could get to a person without actually being in love with them. However, I knew that nothing could ever happen between us, that nothing would ever happen between us. At first it didn’t really bother me. I was used to that kind of shit happening. Either I couldn’t be with the person, or he wouldn’t be with me. But the more I got to know him, the more in love I fell.



He was an asshole. People often told me that I was too good for him, and to this day I feel that he was too good for me, he is still to good for me. All he wanted me for was sex. That’s it, plain and simple. He would call me every night and we would talk. Every word that was uttered from his lips made me smile. He made me happy. Well, he made me as happy as Juliet could be without Romeo.



Every time someone would tell me that he didn’t deserve me, that I was too good for him, that he was a dick head who only wanted sex, it would only push me down into a black hole. The very same hole that he was slowly pulling me out of. I was finally able to see light, I was finally almost at the top, and it seemed as if everyone else just wanted to push me back down.



I would often cry. Shedding tears over him was probably one of the most pathetic things I ever did. But I couldn’t stop it, still I can’t stop it. I still find myself crying myself to sleep at night over him. Yes, even though it’s faded some, I do still love him.

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THE BOYS GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN
















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~THE BOYS GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN~

Author Note: Just a short story inspired by some beloved characters of Little House in the prarie series and books.~



Chapter 1



Beth! Beth! Almanzo called out aloud for Laura upon entering their home., very late that afternoon, after so many long hours of work, since very early morning that day.

I'm right here, in the kitchen, Manly.' 'I'm telling you Beth, I don't know what to do with those boys anymore.' they're driving me again crazy.

I should had been more firm with them from day one and then maybe we wouldn't be having this situation now.Everytime we let them come to spend some time with us.

It's like they keep on doing the same darn thing, that they did last time and that they have promised not to do repeat.



Just look at this mess they did this time, Beth. Almanzo said to Laura,thrusting her way something on the floorboards, what it looked like ugly pieces of old rags,all wrapped up around a burnt piece of blackened stick.

Laura jumped back so quickly and startled by it that she nearly lost her balance, in her failed intent of regaining her composure again.

But just as soon she regained her balance and leaned forward very close to inspect and collect what Almanzo had brought in for her to see.

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The Blackened Yellow

Once an old, wise man walked up to me,

Giving me advice on life,

How to liberate myself from all the lies,

How to protect myself on what appears to be great,

He looked at me and pointed to the sun,

And asked me what color I see,

I replied,"Yellow,"

But all he could do was laugh at me.

He smiled and said to me,

"When you see things the way not meant to be,

The way God meant mortal eyes to see things not so dim,

The wise man knows,

He just wants things to appear to be brighter,

Because when I look at that sun,

I see not yellow but black."

Then the wise man sent me on my way,

And I walked away feeling a little different,

And I felt as if nothing would ever be the same.

I awoke the next day with a giant sigh,

The sky was quite gray and covered in a blanket of clouds,

Covering the world in its sadness and doom,

Surprisingly enough to my own expectations,

Not a single drop was rained that day,

I went to my sister,

I went to my friends,

They told me how clear the skys were,

And they told me it was summer's brightest day,

But happiness doesn't matter to me anymore,

My black is apparently yellow.

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just a lil short story...that sux....big time

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a different kind of courage

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It started as a normal day at hardee's. I was taking orders like I usually do. Then my mother and her husband came in. She ordered her food and went to sit down. I took her order out to her and she started talking shit. She was talking about how stupid I was and how she hated my father's family. I told her to shut up and she started hitting me. She wanted me to fight her and I wouldn't. She pulled a knife and attack me. I got away from her and yelled at her. I told her you may be my mother but you are not my mom. My mom and dad are Denise and Brian Green.

  My supervisor called the cops. He wanted to have her arrested but i wanted to give her a chance to leave on her own but she didn't. I gave her husband a chance to leave but he stayed. They were both arrested. My mother was charged with harrassment, assault and battery with a deadly weapon, and attempted murder.

   A couple months later my mother was sentenced to life in prison. I got to keep my job. I had scars that my mother gave me. At first I was ashamed of them, then my supervisor and friend  told me that I should be proud of them. I asked him why and he said that I should wear them with pride because i won and because I showed a courage that was different from anything he had ever seen.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this short story is not real. all the events are fictious, but the people are real live people that i know and can relate to.

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