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Current User Name: (S) Asami Kiyomi 화재 桜Name of Entry: Stabbed
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count:792
Characters:
Ae-Sook
Hyun Ki (Hyung–nim)
Oma (mother)
Gangsters
Ae Sook walked slowly on her way home. She tried not to look too overly happy about everything, but she couldn’t help but smile a bit. It was very nice and sunny outside, and the sky was a light blue. She loved the way the sun felt on her open skin. She wore a light green tank top with white polka dots, and shorts. Her dark long hair was out and blowing in the short breeze from time to time. He talked to me today, she thought, with another smile. He was even talking about meeting at the Park! “Ae Sook!” A voiced called from behind her. It was him! What were the chances, she thought as he caught up with her, I wish I wasn’t so shy.
“Hi Hyung-nim.” She said, with a small smile, matching his pace. Hyun Ki’s dark hair and bright eyes always made her stomach full of butterflies. The way his hair blew when he ran so fast, it was magnetic. “Why are you coming this way today?”
“Oh, my grandmother lives over here, I’m staying with her for the weekend, my parents are out of town.” Hyun ki replied with a smile. “she lives on..” he looked at his hand, “8th street.”
“Really?! Me too!” Ae Sook said with a smile. Her hair blew behind her now. “Maybe we can go to the park.”
“That would be fun.” He replied as they turned the corner. He noticed the red blush on Ae Sook’s face. She was very pretty, he thought, I wish I was more handsome so she might like me. “Did you meet the new student? She transferred from that place uhh…”
“England. I didn’t talk to her, you think she only speaks English?” Ae Sook said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Oh, I should have put on some nicer clothes, and cut my hair, she thought, he’d never like a girl like me, I’m too plain.
“Yeah. Probably.” They rounded the second to last turn; there was a group of older boys coming up. They reminded Ae Sook of some people she once saw in Seoul, and bowed to them as they passed. Just as she was about to reply, she felt a very sharp pain in her back. She screamed. It hurt so badly. The last thing she remembered before falling to the ground was murmuring, “Hyung-nim,” and seeing him step to defend her.
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“Ae Sook? Ae Sook?” A women’s voice woke her up. Her eyes felt crusted shut.
“Oma?” she whispered, cracking her eyes open, she felt her mother’s hand take her own hand. “What happened?” Everything was white with light, but from the smell she could tell she was in the ambulance.
“Everything will be okay now, everything will be okay…” Her mother sobbed. That was when Ae Sook realized she was bleeding, and darkness took her over again.
Three Months Later
It wasn’t as the last day Ae Sook walked home from school. And she was still sore and in pain when she did walk, but she still insisted to do so. It had been awhile since she was stabbed in the back. Hyun Ki had probably saved her from dying, but he himself was almost killed in that. The doctor said the knife missed his artery by a sliver. Her court case was scheduled for tomorrow, but something still didn’t feel right. “Ae Sook!” She heard behind her. “Are you deaf?!” She stopped, and turned around looking at Hyun Ki, his hair blowing in the breeze as he tried to catch up with her. Why would he risk all that pain just to catch up with me? She thought, I got him stabbed he’ll hate me for life now. “Hey.” He said, out of breath, “How are you feeling?” Ae Sook kept her eyes on the ground.
“I’m good.” She said quietly. “… I’m sorry.” She said, knowing tears were coming.
“For what? You did nothing, Ae Sook…”
“You got stabbed because of me, Hyun-nim.” She felt a strong grip on her arms, forcing her to look at him.
“Ae Sook,” Hyun Ki said with a slight smile on his face, “I forgive what you’ve done to me.” The growing smile on his face, and gleam in his perfect eyes made Ae Sook slowly smile too. “Umm… Ae Sook?”
“Yes, Hyung-nim?”
“Would you like to go to the park today?” Ae Sook saw the blush come to his face. She laughed, and he looked up at her startled.
“Yes Hyun Ki, there isn’t a thing in the world I’d want more.”
Short storiesCurrent User Name: Iviana (The Sign Painter!)
Name of Entry: Remembrance
Word Count: 217
Entry:
Roughly based on Sonata in c minor by D. Scarlatti.
You're running. You're running so fast, it's hard to keep up. You're weaving through the trees, in and out, in and out. You're laughing. I'm worried, and rightfully so.
Somewhere along the lines, you've disappeared. And so now I'm trying to find you. Time passes. I'm still searching. I think I see you. And now you're falling.
I find you.
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I'm remembering again now. Remembering you, of course. Just a few days since you were running. I'm running again, and so are you. In and out and in and out of the trees. I remember seeing them, now. Perhaps they thought you an animal of some sort.
I see the glint. I see you fall. I see you lying on the ground.
I watch them run. Like cowards.
~§~
I'm remembering again now. You, again. Well... Most of you. I remember the searching, the fear. Did you mean for me to be fearful for you as you ran? I've forgiven you for what you've done to me all those times before. But this was different. Obviously. You're dead now. You've been dead.
I've stopped remembering. Instead, I'm walking through those same woods as before.
Are you still there?
I poke my head around the trees. You're not. You're gone. Shame. I don't forgive you this time.
Current User Name: puppipName of Entry: Her beautiful bleeding tree
Entry:#1
Word Count:893
Janice would sit under that tree from sunrise till sunset. The tree was old and tall, and it was wider than five people put together. The sagging branches would protect her from the sun, from the rain, from everything. She was afraid of everything, and her reasons were completely reasonable.
Her father was gone, and her mother was trying to support the family so she was gone all the time. She didn’t talk to her brother, the drug addict that he was. And her boyfriend, that hot, muscular guy that everyone loved.
Except Janice. She didn’t love him.
When they were all alone, he would do horrible things. He would get angry and smack her, even if she didn’t do anything. He would always say sorry the next day, but she never believed him. The bruises were getting too big to hide anymore, so she let everyone see them. She tried to leave him so many times, but it never worked. Somehow, he would always twist it around so she would come back to him.
So Janice would hide under her tree, the tree where no one could find her. She would sit there and stare at the forest, playing with the fallen bark of her old tree. Then she would cry for everything she’s going through. She knew she didn’t deserve this, she didn’t do anything. “I can’t take it anymore!” Janice cried, “I just want something good to happen in my life, something happy.”
The next day she went into school with her friend by her side. She glared at the crowd in front of her, dodging bodies and other moving objects. “I’m telling you, Janie, it will work. You gotta get away from him, so you might as well try.” Her friend Ariel told her.
“I already tried that, but I have another idea.” Then Janice saw him coming towards her, and her heart sunk with fear. “Ariel, um, do you mind if I talk to him alone?”
“I’m going to watch what happens, whether you like it or not. But I’ll stay out of earshot.” Winking, the red head turned away from her friend and walked down the hall.
“Hey, baby, I’m totally sorry about last night.” Her boyfriend flexed his muscles and shined his white teeth at her.
“You always are, Ash. But I don’t get it, why are you always sorry? If you continue doing it, then you’re obviously not. What’s going on in your life that makes you do these things, no normal guy hurts their girlfriend.” Her heart wrenched with fear, but relief also flooded over her body. If she found out why he does those things, then maybe she could understand. Then maybe he would stop of he knew she understood. Then maybe her life would get better.
“There’s nothing going on, babe. I just get…angry sometimes.” He shuffled his hands through his pockets and looked at the grounds.
Nodding, Janice walked away from him. She was going to his house tonight and watch him, she wanted to know. She had to know.
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When she arrived at the house that night, she peered through the window of his living room. That’s when she heard the screaming. The crying. And eventually she couldn’t take it anymore. Janice hated him, but she didn’t hate him that much, she still had a heart.
Running to her tree, she brought a knife with her. The images she had seen were worse than any horror movie, and she couldn’t get them out of her head. She knew what he went through now. She had never seen the bruises, the cuts on him before. But she knew they were there know.
The tears were coming so hard now she collapsed next to her tree, yelling in fear. Janice didn’t understand how one person could go through so much, but that’s the same thing she went through, only worse. “Does everyone go through that, is it not only me? Do we all go through the same pain?” She grabbed her head, it was throbbing with so much pain she could barely think. “What’s the point, if everyone goes through the same thing? If everyone gets hurt?”
Grabbing the knife, she held the blade to her wrist and stared. A million thoughts ran through her head at once, she could barely comprehend them. Will life get better? Is anyone happy with themselves? How have people gone so long dealing with this? Crying and screaming, she pushed the blade down into her wrist and yanked it out with brutal force. Janice watched as her blood escaped her body, then she saw the paper. The pen. And she smiled.
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They found her body a couple days later. She was still under that big, beautiful tree. Janice’s black hair was behind her head, and her mouth was up in a smile. Blood covered the ground, and next to her was a note. It was hard to read, with the blood covering it, and it was given to Ash the next day.
“I saw what happened last night. I understand why you beat me now.
I forgive you for what you’ve done to me.
-Janice.”
Ash cried for hours. He knew what he had done, and that he shouldn’t have. But someone had finally understood him. Even if was only for a few minutes.
Current User Name: AmyName of Entry: Wild Flower
Entry/Genre: Entry 1, Fantasy/Romance
Word Count: 880
Rue shifted so that only her head would peak around the corner of the high cliff wall. She stood along one of the many narrow, rocky mountain valleys. Curiosity had brought her to this place. Curiosity that was so deep and strong, it had kept her up at nights since childhood. Now that she was older, Rue had taken it upon herself to satisfy her inquiries; even if it meant sneaking out of the village. She had followed the men on their seasonal hunt and here she stood aghast at the sight before her.
“Oh god!” She twisted away from the horrible visage and wretched on the ground. The putrid smell of smoldering human flesh burned her nostrils and it now seemed that she could almost taste the scent. Her hand came to rest on her stomach as it churned once more, but she stopped herself from getting sick again. Grabbing hold of her sleeve she quickly located the seam and ripped from her wrist to her elbow. With a great amount of force she tore at the fabric until the bottom half of the sleeve was completely missing. She placed the cloth over her mouth and nose, hoping to at least quell the burning of her lungs.
Once more she moved so that she could see what was around the corner. The smell was just as strong, but she didn’t get sick this time. An uncomfortable sort of warmth befell her face as she watched the horror before her. Men lay sprawled across the ground, burnt and ripped to shreds, yet many still fought on. Rue caught sight of a black mass of curls and determined that it was Connor; her intended. She watched as he weaved past the able in order to protect those that struggled to stay alive. A beast of sizable proportions rounded on him and growled low in its throat. Gallantly Connor took a defensive stance, watching the red scaled monster closely.
The dragon reared its head back and was about to spout a fierce storm of fire when the young man swung with a great might and lodged his sword into the beast’s chest. The fire was lost and the large animal gave a pitiful growl before falling onto its back. Wasting no time, Connor ripped his blood-caked sword from the tough scales and looked around the desecrated battle field.
Their eyes met and instantly Rue moved back around the side of the large cliff. Her breath began to shorten as panic set in; it was unheard of for a woman to be away from the village without escorts. Yet here she stood, sweating and dirty. The sound of heavy boots on gravel alerted her to someone’s approach, but there was nowhere to hide this far up the path so instead she slid down the face of the rock until her arms were wrapped around her legs.
She would be shamed and cast aside as unsuitable for marriage. Tears pricked Rue’s eyes as her hands began to shake violently; and her family would be the laughing stock of town. The heavy foot falls stopped directly in front of her and a deep sigh alerted her to their owner.
“Rue...” He seemed at a loss for words as he crouched down before her. “Are you okay?”
Surprised by the question she met his steady gaze and felt a new batch of tears spill forth as shame and embarrassment overcame her. “I’m sorry!”
“What for?” Connor wiped his hand on his shirt, but it was matted with dirt and blood. Instead he took the piece of cloth from Rue’s hand and patted it gently to her arm. “You’re bleeding.”
The blonde looked down at her injured arm and the large hand that still rested there, “I must have cut myself on the rocks.”
A joyful smile overcame Connor’s lips as he moved his hand to grasp Rue’s and stood pulling her up alongside him. “If you’re quick and run home before anyone notices you’re missing, then I forgive you for what you’ve done to me.”
“What have I done to you?” Rue inquired sheepishly.
“You’ve caused me to nearly die from stress. It’s dangerous for you to be here and I am very angered that you’ve managed to hurt yourself.”
She opened her mouth and protested, but Connor continued on, “Much worse could have befallen you. Please be more careful in the future.” With that Connor disappeared around the bend where the fighting had stopped and the men were doing an inventory of the dead and injured.
As she ran home, Rue ignored the stabbing pains at her sides and the way the corset of her dress disallowed proper air flow. She wouldn’t stop; not until she was home. No one had ever understood her until today. Everyone had punished or reprimanded her for her curiosity. They told her that she was to be a proper lady and disregard any thought of going along with the men. She had once been scared of the matrimonial ties between her and Connor, but now she could see how kind and understanding he was. When she was with him, she would be allowed to be herself. That was enough to make her heart swell and hum in delight.
User name : Story WeaverUltra Short Story : Anyan's Destiny
Genre : fiction with a twist
words : 372
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Call it FATE!
Call it destiny!
Call it Death!!
No one is truly prepared for the end.
It is not that we don’t ‘know’ about the existence of the ‘end’, it is just the ugly unnerving uncertainty of how it is going to feel in that last split second.
The day finally came when I was yanked out of my safe haven, forced to leave my roots behind with absolutely no hope for the future but certain death.
They say that all things living can sense the ‘time’ and that death starts much sooner in the mind when the ‘giving up’ starts.
I could already feel my skin drying up in the heartless heat of my new surroundings. I would have to either roll over and just give in and give up or try living out each last moment to the fullest. Life has meaning only when it is lived out to the very end. So I decided to brave it and force my mind deep within, towards my core to preserve my very essence.
I could feel others like me, fates abruptly cut short,in the very same confines of captivity, but couldn’t sense the will to live.
I could sense the final moment was at hand when I was unceremoniously dumped with a few others onto the execution block. Unlike my distant cousins with their sightless eyes my family was spared the agony of having even vestigial eyes. Vision was too scary to even imagine.We could sense things and that was about all. I could sense rough hands on me, my delicate skin peeling away under the merciless handling. I started to feel faint but was overjoyed to feel no pain. The very next moment I felt my thoughts shatter as something sharp cut through me almost slicing me in half. I felt no pain but could sense my executioner’s eyes tearing up to the brim, tears threatening to spill forth.I braced myself for the last stroke and my last thoughts as the knife plunged through me again were the words of forgiveness , "I forgive you for what you've done to me. I believe you have helped me fulfill my destiny, the destiny of the Clan of the Onions."
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P.S : cousins with sightless eyes….Potatoes
Anyan - an onion
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Start Date: 5-26-11
End Date: 6-9-11 (2 weeks)
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*Cannot be more than 900 words.
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