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| Radar's Shorties!; And ramblings, and poems etc. | |
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| Radar | Dec 22 2010, 01:35 PM Post #1 |
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So, I've written quite a few short stories in my spare time and other occasions, and I think it's about time I share a few. So, to start, I'm gonna jump straight into my story titled "Choices", which was based on a real experience. Choices Choices: We all make them. They can all lead to alternative paths, to good and to bad things in life. As soon as these choices are made, we can't turn back. What if we planned out all of our choices right from the start? I can see a few paths for myself from the choices other people have made. They turned away, with an empty look in their eyes. They had seen me, but I didn't exist in their ideal world. I stood frozen on the spot. The ones I loved the most were quite literally the ones who had just turned their backs on me. A mysterious feeling slithered through my body. I no longer was in control of myself. I ran home and threw myself through the doorway, trying not to fall apart. My mother was startled by my sudden appearance, and shouted after me “Are you okay?” I would reply normally, but not today. I threw off my shoes and coat, ran upstairs to my room and shut the door. Not satisfied with that security, I sealed myself off from any type of outside world by closing the dark curtains. I locked the door. Pulling my iPod out of my drawer, I plugged myself in and ignored the world while I fumbled with the technology. My hands were trembling; the room was scorching even despite the shade, but I was freezing. Falling to my knees, I sobbed for what felt like hours. Words cycled through my mind. Pathetic. Worthless. Friendless. Unneccessary. I couldn't move my feet from the ground. I was loathing myself and wanting to escape from my own body. Then, I felt something in me snap and decay. I wasn't familar to myself anymore. I heard the door knock, with my name being called and followed by: "What's wrong?! Open this door!" It was my mother's voice. But I had lost it so much so that I didn't care what opinion she or anyone had of me. I screamed at her the most unholy words to ever come out of my mouth. The voice that resonated was no where near being my ideal type of human. My mum must have been shell shocked, and I don't blame her. Imagine your child leaving the house with a fairly convincing smile and turning into this.... This monster. But my mind was so full of darkness that I didn't notice or care. The world around me was silent. My attention turned to the letter opener on the bookshelf. It was a memento of my grandparents I had obtained when my gran had died. I can't believe the first thought that came into my mind. Shiny. If I had seen sense at the time and seen what I was becoming, I would have plunged the blade into my chest without a second thought. However, I wasn't concious of myself anymore. The blade fit snugly into my clenched hand. Blood needed to be shed. I kicked the locked door open with inhuman strength, sending the bolt flying to the side. My mum wasn't in sight. I presumed she had ran downstairs when she'd heard my voice. And who could blame her? I had lost my marbles completely. The prior situation had given me ample opportunity too. I headed downstairs, ready to thrust. I didn't care who was gonna pay. Just so long as I got my hands dirty and covered in the blood. What I did next... Was too horrible to mention. You can fill in the gaps for yourself. Maybe I saw sense. Maybe I didn't. This is all to do with choices. My friend, you had the choice. And your inability to take on a sense of others' emotions left me with a choice that in the end would make me feel the same regardless of what I chose. Well, hell, close your eyes and decide if I made the right choice. If I didn't, then I guess my 'shiny' is right behind you. |
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| Lady Miracle | Dec 22 2010, 01:48 PM Post #2 |
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Wow. Powerful read. I liked the suspense and mystery of the setting. |
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| Radar | Dec 23 2010, 02:54 PM Post #3 |
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Thanking you, Mira. ^^ And now, the next short story that I can find... Um. Unfortunately, still kinda depressing. This was during a time where... Well, I needed to write something to vent. Nobody What will you fight for? What lies will you make? What lies will you promise not to redo but do so anyway? Will your heart stop beating? Will the world keep revolving? Who have you scraped from your foot like mere gum to get to your level of emotion? Have you sworn to forget something that's so harshly drilled in you can recite it word for word? Are you happy? Are the ones you love the most? Are you ready to face up for all that you have caused in your life? Are you forgetting something you should be remembering? Are you faking something? Are you even close to being something you would like to be? Do you hate? Do you realise which people you hurt? Do you think it's right? Do people have a requirement to suffer? Should we all be honest? Should we bury all our thoughts so far beneath the surface that when we finally dig them up again, they are decaying completely, struggling for life, just like you should be? Is the purpose of life to be happy and step on other people to get to your own level of happiness, or should you try and please everyone? This is a tiny little box I'm typing into, and what I mean by the words formed represent a lot more than what the words account for. Are you even trying to read this? This is an example of the things people never say; the words left unspoken, the detail lost for the sake of prosperity. Hell, even I don't think I'm gonna post this. I feel like fodder and yet I still don't want to hurt the ones that mean the most to me, even though I bet none of them will truly understand without asking me, which appears in my mind as really dumb. I'm furious, yet I've not done a single negative thing. Not even shown my anger at its full intensity. Strength or weakness? I'll let Nobody decide for that, since that's probably the only person who will ever have the priveledge of reading this apart from myself. Especially since I won't get the priviledge of a lot of things, especially since I haven't so this week. |
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| Lady Miracle | Dec 23 2010, 02:59 PM Post #4 |
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Again, powerful stuff. |D I like your writing style. It's so... demanding yet poetic. <3 |
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| Radar | Dec 29 2010, 01:37 PM Post #5 |
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I have no idea what I want to title this, but yeah... Very... Angst ridden? I edited this from the original because it included bad sweary words that would get censored anyway. Let’s get ready to die, Why even try? Goodbye opportunity, so long reality It’s all been destroyed in practicality The needs of a nation Are fed by taxation And the light of illumination Is held in probation The pinnacle of hysteria Is still quite mysterious Meanings to lives Are still endless strives The massaccre of trillions Is the consequence of money millions The final enemy of purity is ourselves, If we die our souls will still dwell So what can we do to become perfection? All the best lives left at the intersection I don’t have a problem with your proclamation You’ve only left me to face damnation While darkness gathers in a congregation And my lungs go wet through condensation; That’s why I’m not crying for compensation A mere scientific flaw by creation My feelings being lost in procrastination You lost me with your hesitation Despite having such a good repuation For being good at solving human equations Here’s the full extent of my agitation: Don’t feel sorry for yourself; you’re no relation To me, and despite this situation I think we have no reason for celebration For my darkness, have some consideration It’s not hard, use your imagination Pretend for a minute this civilization Revolves around me; not a sensation No need for money, no starvation Just plain sorrow, and navigation Through darkness You’ll never find your way And it’ll never be okay |
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| Lady Miracle | Dec 29 2010, 01:49 PM Post #6 |
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Oh, I think I remember you posted this before. It was in a sole topic or your blog, right? |
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| Radar | Dec 29 2010, 01:55 PM Post #7 |
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I think I PM'd this one you talking about how I made too many rhymes. 
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| Lady Miracle | Dec 29 2010, 02:21 PM Post #8 |
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Oh hey, but I like too many rhymes. <3 |
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| Radar | Dec 31 2010, 01:43 PM Post #9 |
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Alright. Final story of the year. I apologize if it's a little... Messy, but hey, I had to get this idea down on something. NOTE: This contains references to one of my as of yet unfinished stories. If it seems confusing, don't hesitate to ask what I mean. A Single Flower Vulcan didn’t know where he was. All he could see was earth, mounds of dirt filling his eyes. He must have been knocked out. But where was he? The young one realised he was lying face down on the ground. Slowly, he rose to his feet. He was surrounded by a huge, vast forest, and he was standing on the only dirt that could be seen for miles. It seemed a little strange to him that there was no grass at his feet. Upon thinking this, he realised that he had no shoes! How peculiar. He did posess shoes, right? Either way, he was going to have to find his way out of this spot. Phantasm would no doubt be on the move, too. As beautiful and tranquil the forest looked, he didn’t have time on his side. His lone foot touched the surface of the grass in front of him. Unexpectedly, the patch of grass burst into flames. Startled, Vulcan recoiled his foot into the air. The patch of grass burned away, the charcoaled remains making a perfect trace of his foot. Vulcan’s indifferent expression drooped. It made sense that because he posessed the power of fire, nature would disagree with him. As grim as it all seemed, he had to trudge through this forest and find the exit quickly. Vulcan jogged forward, leaving destruction in his path. After making his way through a straight trail of trees, he came to what appeared to be the centre of the forest. A large semi-circle of trees made the outline of the forest, and on the inside of this semi-circle were many flowers. Vulcan sighed, because he knew that he would have to give this fantastic sight an early death if he wanted to get out of here quickly. Perhaps he could burn one of the trees down and escape from there. Just as he was about to act upon this, a semi-transparent figure appeared in front of his eyes in amongst the flowers. Vulcan was even more startled by this than he was by his previous footstep causing the grass to die. Speaking of grass, the earth below the sillhouette appeared to be supplying nutrients to it, meaning the transparency was fading. Vulcan could now clearly see the figure was that of a female. He had noticed it had appeared to be rather shapely previously. As the transfer of nutrients completed its process, the female had regained her full appearance. In a very male way, Vulcan’s mouth practically hit the ground. Even from the distance, he admired her swirling blue eyes. The second thing he noticed was her radiant blonde hair, the sun making it brilliantly intense. She was wearing a sleek green dress that fit her perfectly. She too was wearing no shoes, but Vulcan had assumed that there was no need for them. Momentarily, Vulcan completely forgot about Phantasm. He forgot why he was created; he forgot his race against time. What was this feeling stirring through him? On instinct, he almost rushed forward to examine this wonderous woman further. However, as soon as he had taken a step, he realised that she hadn’t noticed him up untill this point. She appeared to be looking at him now in a similar fashion as had to her. Of course, untill she saw his feet. She gasped, and screamed at him “Identify yourself, intruder!” in a very professional and practised-sounding tone. The young man’s throat seemed dry. He had forgotten his name in the presence of such a lady! “Well?” Her cheeks were going pink, yet Vulcan couldn’t tell if this was embarrassment or fury. “I am named Vulcan! I have no idea where this is! I mean no harm to the forest!” he finally replied, with all the sincerity he could muster. The woman frowned, but even this appeared beautiful to Vulcan. She decided despite the way he had set about the forest, setting parts of it on fire, that he was telling the truth. “Fine. But why is it every time you take a step, the grass goes on fire?” “I don’t know the full extent of it myself, but I posess the power of fire. Perhaps that has something to do with it?” “Either way, come with me. But try not to step on these flowers.” She waggled a finger, ushering him to approach. Hesitantly, Vulcan obeyed, setting fire to the pathway. Outside a damp cave, they were sitting close to each other under the halfway point of a waterfall. They discussed who they were. “My name is Kallou,” she began. “And I protect this forest. I’ve been here for what feels like eternity. I can remember my name and my powers over nature; nothing more. I thought I would never meet anyone like myself, and you seem to be the exact opposite!” she laughed slightly. Vulcan simply smiled and nodded. He was still looking into those eyes. “What about yourself? Where have you come from?” She edged slightly closer to Vulcan. He was almost touching her. “I… Found out I’m not a real human and I guess you’re similar. I’m not sure what I am or where I’m from, but I have faint memories of being carried into a car and driven to what I knew is my home in a back seat of a car I’ve never seen again. I supposedly grew up in a normal house with normal parents, but I’m not sure if I believe that either.” He found himself gazing at the crashing water. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her sigh and lean back. “I barely even know what parents are. I’ve been alone all my life. I’ve only ever had the trees and flowers for company. They aren’t as good conversation as you, though.” She smiled. “This is stupid,” she suddenly said. “I’ve known you for all of five minutes and I feel like I trust you with my life.” Kallou reached out to touch the back of Vulcan’s hand. He was caught up the in the moment, but then quickly snapped his hand back. Kallou was shocked, and slowly drew her hand back. “I’m sorry…” she started, but Vulcan shook his head. “If my powers cause nature to combust, then we don’t know what could happen to you if we touch…” he whispered softly. She looked at him, her eyes watering, and nodded. “Kallou… I… When I first saw you… I knew something about you without even knowing you. I knew…” There was a pause. But this time, Kallou was the one to intervene. “Don’t tell me. I think I know where you’re going, and…” They were both now lying down next to each other in the cave. The night sky was pitch black, with only the stars providing light to the whole forest. “We should get some sleep.” Vulcan nodded in agreement. They both closed their eyes, getting as comfortable as they could in the damp cave. He would miss looking into her eyes, but he knew he would dream of her as well. In the moonlight, they settled to a deep sleep. Vulcan slept better than he ever had in his feathery bed at ‘home’. The sun rose in the sky, waking both Kallou and Vulcan. A rainbow was appearing over the waterfall. In their current state, they moved sluggishly. Neither of them had sat up yet, and Vulcan had reached out to touch Kallou in this tired state. For a moment, he felt the sweet touch of her skin. It felt like aloe vera, yet had a feel of velvet as well. Inevitably, seconds later she caught fire! Panicking, she screamed. She had to make a dive for the waterfall. Kallou threw herself into the air, and made a dive for the falling water. The flames doused, but Vulcan saw no signs of her being alive. “SHIT!” he screamed, and ran for the centre of the forest, angry. He fell to his knees where she had first appeared in front of him. For the first time in his life, he questioned his powers. “Whose idea was it to give me this curse?!” He gripped the ground, and surrounded all of his body in a ball of flames. He released them with a huge burst of great force, burning the trees, flowers and general greenery around him to ashes. Everything was smouldering. He couldn’t calm down. Meanwhile, Kallou had risen from the water, coughing and spluttering water that had forced its way down her throat. She was soaked, but she could still see that from the distance, Vulcan’s flames were out of control. Without really thinking, she sprinted towards the male. She had nothing more she could lose. Every step she took restored some of the green. But she wasn’t focused on that. Kallou was very close to Vulcan now. She could feel the intensity of the flames around him. He noticed her, and her eyes that seemed to look right into his soul. They gazed at each other. As if knowing exactly what he was thinking, she wrapped her arms around him, and held him tight. The flames were still surrounding Vulcan, but now they surrounded both of them. They were together as one. Realising this, Vulcan was able to control his flames, and stop himself from destroying quite the whole of the forest. But the area they were in was still a wasteland. It didn’t seem to matter to either of them. Vulcan was finally standing up, and he held Kallou with the same reassurance he had been given. She rested her head on his shoulder. In this moment, Vulcan whispered to her very softly, “Your eyes are bluer and deeper than the vastest sea.” Kallou was about to cry. They didn’t let go of each other, but Kallou was starting to become transparent. Vulcan was horrified. “Please, don’t go!” “I wish I didn’t have to, sweetie. But I’ve used all of my energy I had for now to save you. I need to rest, and you need to get on with what you were doing.” She was completely right. Vulcan had forgotten all about his mission, and he needed to get out of here. Although she was transparent, they were stilli holding on to each other. As she grew more and more transparent, Vulcan thought he could hear her whispering something. But he couldn’t make it out. He only heard “I …. … Vulcan”. She was now fully transparent. Slowly, she sunk into the ground, the wasteland still remaining. There was none of her figure left. He stepped back from the centre, the ground still smelling of burning. He tried to cry, but only produced flames dripping from his eye sockets. Vulcan’s arms were still in the postion they had been around Kallou. When he finally opened his eyes, he noticed there was a rather large stalk in the exact spot where Kallou had disappeared. The stalk grew at incredible speed, getting ready to blossom. Vulcan realised something. Kallou was gaining her energy from photosynthesis! The flower bloomed gorgeously, absorbing the sun’s rays. Vulcan had a very deep and profound thought. A single flower, blossoming in the wasteland. Desperate to revive its fallen comrades. And it – no, she- wasn’t giving up. She was beautiful, Vulcan decided. And she was always going to be beautiful. “Sweet dreams, my sweet blossom.” said Vulcan, as he turned his back and walked out of the wasteland. |
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| Lady Miracle | Dec 31 2010, 02:10 PM Post #10 |
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Aww, that one was so sweet. 
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| Radar | Jul 31 2011, 11:57 AM Post #11 |
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olol first post of the year. I did some writing again today... Just to see how my ability is doing. I think I'm still in an okay condition. New Part of Me Patience is a virtue Or at least, so they say But often those who wait for you Grow tired, lose their way Maybe I’m cynical Maybe I’m distraught Or maybe I feel I deserve A place in this little plot Guess who’s been waiting All this time Will I ever be Next in line? I don’t who I need just yet Or if I need them now I just wonder how it feels To let your feelings go And tell the person how you feel And how they understand And they feel the exact same way The feeling must be grand I can hold on a while longer I just needed to complain As many single broken-hearts Have warned me to restrain Myself; as much as I’d like to find out How happy it would possibly make me be I’m quite content with myself So I don’t want a new part of me. |
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| Lady Miracle | Jul 31 2011, 12:03 PM Post #12 |
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That was beautiful. <3 |
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