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Saturday, September 03, 2005

Sat, 03 Sep 2005 09:33:22 GMT

WHEE

I want to start writing stories again. :)

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Sun, 24 Oct 2004 06:00:54 GMT

The vase dropped. It had landed on Manuel's head breaking into a million pieces, knocking him into a bloody coma. It left dories hands with such an extreme force ,matching the pain she had felt when she had discovered Manuel's dark secret that he had kept from her for 5 years. She had been devastated and couldn't believe this was happening. She didnt know what to do. She ran and kept running until she had reached her home into the supporting arms of her family. While Manuel was left, bleeding, and unconcious, still as the dead.

The neighbors next door, had heard a loud crash and a cry of surprise. Being nosy and old,((as they usually are)) they quickly called the police to the crime as soon as possible. When they arrived the old wrinkly, decrepit ancient neighbors told the police all they knew the dispatcher was called for medical backup. Manuel's head bleeding as the glass had pierced into his skull. There wasno serious damage but another few hours without medical help and he would die a painful death. He was qiuckly rushed to the hospital.

Dorie, at her familys house, was aided. She was crying, and couldnt explain what had happened, as to reveal the secrets of her along with manuel. She didnt know what to do all she could think of was to lie. "My boyfriend broke up with me because he thought i was seeing Chia!!" (xD!) Dorie unwillingly forced herself to say. "Oooh, my poor baby" her mom said, rushing to hug her, whiping away dories tears as they ran down her cheek. All dorie could think of was how bad she was, for lying to her parents willingly all to cover up the secret of "Manuel" (--HINT).

At the hospital, while healing Manuel's wounds on the head, the doctor(s) had discovered something that would terrify all who knew Manuel...he had Anal Fissure (The typical symptoms of an Anal Fissure are extreme pain during defecation and red blood streaking the stool. Patients may try to avoid defecation because of the pain, xD!!) How the Doctor(s) had come upon this realization, about Manuel was unknown, but highly suspicious. He was to stay in the hospital for the coming 6 months for anal therapy. As he lay unconcious with bandages around his skeletal frame..and brace around his anal area, he began to dream about a life he would live for 6 months.

To be continued...

Friday, October 22, 2004

Fri, 22 Oct 2004 05:08:53 GMT

hi hi..i feel like writing a story..i dunno when, but soon..just because i want to..but i have no time..im just procrastinating again..LOL, okae back to my essay

Friday, July 30, 2004

Fri, 30 Jul 2004 16:46:33 GMT

And then the world, just died, bring down the group....

Monday, July 12, 2004

Mon, 12 Jul 2004 15:40:38 GMT

Part 3

-Dorie-

She woke in the morning to something that was unusual. She didn't know what it was but she felt different and weird. She put on her robe, and walked outside to fetch the morning paper. She grabbed her mail as well. As she was looking through her mail, she saw a letter from Manuel. She didn't know how he had obtained the address. Manuel and Dorie were the best of friend in high school, but they hadn't talked for 7 years. They never talked anymore because they didn't have the same interests anymore, and they grew up to be totally different people. Dorie has a good house, and lived with her boyfriend, in a 3 bedroom house. It was hers to begin with but her boyfriend just lived there, and started to pay some bills. Dorie made a good amount of money, being an editor for the union tribune and everything. She didn't know anything about what had happened to him. She didn't even remember the nicknames. She opened the letter...

Dear Dorie,

How are you..?!? I got your address from a friend who requests to be anonymous. I just wanted to say hi, and invite you to the school reunion more formally than an old crappy flyer, schools usually send. Well I hope everything is going good for you. Not much for me. Well write back okay...See yea

Sincerely,

Manuel

She was a little shocked at the letter. She told Eric, her boyfriend about the reunion, and he agreed to go with her. There was only one though left in her mind: ‘Now...what to wear...?’

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Tue, 06 Jul 2004 19:47:42 GMT

Another Side Story

By: dorie (cuz manuel's too lazy to update, NYAAH!)

I sat down in the waiting room, my heart pounding against my chest. Her screams echoed though the halls as if she was being stabbed by a hundred daggers. I couldn't take it, it was driving me insane. It took me 7 minutes of contemplating whether or not to rush to her side or stay here, safe from the pain of seeing her rotting, to rush to her before she lost her last breath. As I got closer towards the room I slowed down to make sure not to shock anyone during the procedure. I lightly creaked open the door and stepped inside. I really don't know how doctors could bear hearing their patients screams while performing a life or death operation. I really don't. Blinking back tears I slowly made my way beside one of the doctors and looked. Blood rushed from my face as I saw blood trickle down her forehead. Her lips a pale blue that matched the color of her now dazed eyes. They used to hold laughter in them before I betrayed her. And look where that got her, in misery. Her screams stopped long ago before I realized that she had died, again. I couldn't take it. I couldn't. Twice had she died in my life. And twice has my heart been torn and shattered. I thought that she had died that time in the Science room only to find that she had just stagnated. I quickly called an ambulance and she was rushed to the hospital, there I had learned she had a 4-month brain tumor and she was fading quickly. Her last words that were spoken to me passed from my memory and were replaced by a growing madness inside me. A low rumble started in my chest and I began laughing uncontrollably like a madman. Of course, I could avenge her suffered life, she'd always told me how she hated them. And there was only one way of avenging her death. Revenge, oh so bloody sweet...

Friday, June 18, 2004

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 23:01:39 GMT

Side Story...

By : d0rie

I walked up to Morse looking up at the ugly, decrepit buildings but to me they were beautiful. They held such power with the strong smell of must in the air, I could almost taste it. Delicious. I slowly walked up the entrance, the pillars were slanted in an odd way as if they could crumble at any moment. But I didn't care. To me, Samuel F. B. Morse High School was magnificant. Once I was passed through the entrance I headed straight towards the Chemistry buildings. Each step I took held a sweet, wondrous memory. There at the Quad was where I had once cheered for the JROTC members and cheerleaders. Ahh...memories. A cold gust blew at me causing shivers to pass through my body. I stopped for a minute and gazed up at a dying oak tree, branches broken and twisted as if they were experiencing endless agony. It took my breath away. Quickly, before losing the moment, I took out my camera and captured the beautiful sight. My one true love, Mehrmoosh, will die when I show her my 'work'. Photographing, Art, anything that captured the overlooked beauty of this world was my never-ending assignments. Finally I reached Science building 420 and lightly knocked 3 times. After a few minutes of squeaking, the door opened. And there before me, was my loving wife, Mehrmoosh Mehrdad. I lovingly gazed down at her as she sat in her broken Wheelchair, an IV held in her right hand. It was almost as if it was just yesterday where we wed, her at the tender age of 72 and I, 23. These past four years were the most fabulous in my life. "Hello, my dear, how are you doing?" I whispered softly. A smile slowly, slowly, crept onto her face. " I've been wonderful, my beloved." My heart pounded against my chest as I heard her say those heart-stopping words. Before the moment was gone, I bent down to kiss her and she willingly returned it. I heard her take in a quick gasp but thought nothing of it. As I slowly pulled away from the kiss, in entire bliss, I heard her gurgle. Snapping out of paradise, I quickly opened my eyes only to see her dying right before me. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes and whispered. "I love you...Evan." Realizing that she wasn't going to make it, tears slid down my cheeks. "I-I love you too..." I whispered, clasping her hand in mine. " Please..dont leave me.." I begged. I couldn't live without her. I couldn't. She gave me one last smile and fell into my arms...dead. And there I sat, my body trembling from the uncontrollable tears as I held my beloved who had died in my arms. One week before the High School Reunion.

Friday, June 18, 2004

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 21:38:38 GMT

Part 2

Elizabeth

“Hurry Up!! You take too long and I'm still waiting for my damn Coffee!” Elizabeth yelled to her most faithful butler. Elizabeth was 27 and had gotten rich when she was cast into a film playing the role of a Woman Dictator. She had won 7 Grammy's. She had gotten everything that she had always wanted. She lived in a great mansion in La Jolla that was about 75 acres wide. She had butlers, maids, any service that was provided for celebrities. She was living the life of the rich and famous and loving it. She stayed in contact with a few friends from high school but that was about it. She would occasionally invite Dorie or Manuel over for some drinks but they never stayed too long. Sometimes she grew tired of their presence, so she quickly sent them on their merry way. Today on the other hand she had nothing to do. “Here you go Madam, your coffee and your mousist.” Her butler said, handing her the coffee. His name was Adam, and he was quite loyal. “Thank you, Adam, Now run along ...” He ran off, and prepared lunch. Elizabeth turned over onto her stomach and waited for the Hard core massage to begin. She needed one desperately since her back and shoulders were aching. Her Mousist was German, who gave great massages. “Minoa, It means so much to me that you came here on such short notice, thank you.” She said, as she closed her eyes. “Its no problem...”

***

Adam passed Elizabeth her mail. “Bill, Bill, Bill, Junk, Oh Wow! look, a letter from my high school."She said. She opened it aggressively. There was a 10 year reunion in one week and she was invited to go with one guest. She quickly went into her office, and searched for an Address book, so that she could call one of her celebrity friends to go along with her. She saw Drew Fuller’s name and quickly dialed his number...no answer. She really liked Drew since he first premiered on Charmed and ever since then she vowed he would soon be hers. She called for her Adam who came running and asked him to get the car ready. They were going to go on a little road trip. Elizabeth had called for one of the caretakers to go get Bubbles a small dog, who was just like her; selfish, and bossy. They were headed toward his house. “Be prepared Drew, Be prepared...” Elizabeth said, grinning evilly. Somewhere in La Jolla Drew Fuller shuddered.

From a scale to 1-10, what do you think....? Not my best...I need inspiration...*sigh*

Edited and corrected by : d0rie, PEACE!

Friday, June 18, 2004

Fri, 18 Jun 2004 03:18:23 GMT

10 Year Reunion

Part 1

Written By: Manuel Soltero Jr.

Chasity

Chasity entered the poorly lit office and opened the blinds hoping that the sun wasn't out. 'Yes, Its cloudy,' she thought to herself. She moved and sat down at her desk. “How are you, Anthony...?” She asked. “I'm fine thanks” he said. Anthony was one of her patients, that always went crazy when he closed his eyes, because he was afraid of the dark. Chasity tried to help him with this phobia, but found other faults that she could help with. She became a Psychologist and had gotten her diploma from a college right after high school. She had been a psychologist for about 4 consecutive years, and counting. “Doc....I don't know what to do...Am I going to live like this forever...?” He asked her, hoping for an answer that he could live with. She quickly thought of his reply and said “Not if I can help it...You know Anthony, If you close your eyes at night, how come you aren't scared then...and only during the day you get scared...?” She really wanted to help this poor man. Anthony was already 27 years old. Only one year younger than her. He was about 5”8 and had a goatee. His hair was blonde, and he was quite muscular. He was quite fond of the American way, and never wanted to go back to his born country. He always made up this lie of getting scared when he's in the dark, but he only did it to get closer to Chasity, his only love, that he got introduced to when they first met in a Starbucks in San Diego, and both reached over to get the last scone. He had quickly offered it to her, but she refused to take it. Anthony took half and so did Chasity and they agreed to pay half the cost each. He liked how she carried herself and especially her kind eyes. He had then asked for a date. Chasity hadn't gone on a date since her Sophomore year in College. She accepted, and gave him her number. She quickly left. He admitted her fears to her on the date, and she agreed to help him since she was a psychologist. The man knew he had to tell her this someday but he wasn't ready yet. He knew that she was the one. He just didn't know when the right time was. Chasity didn't know that all this was a lie and wanted to help Anthony in all the ways that she could. She liked Anthony but didn't want to admit anything because he was her patient and doing such a thing was against her policies and morals. “I always see his face...those eyes, and that evil grin...but its only during the day, and if my eyes are closed for even a minute, I sometimes hear his sinister laugh. I get scared, but it never happens to me when I'm going to bed...I see the most beautiful pair of eyes, and the greatest smile ever...I go to sleep like a baby, and I'm lovin it...but I don't know what to do, that's why I'm here, in hope of your help.” I was touched by his sincere gratitude, and helped him out as much as possible. “Its interesting. Your case, I mean...” Listen...My High school 10 year Reunion is coming up, Would you like to come?" Chasity paused for a second to quickly make something up." Just to talk more about this since our time here is more limited...” She wanted to bring him as her date, but she didn't want to say such a thing, in fear of rejection. “I’d Love to..” He said smiling. “Alright, I’ll call you....” Chasity said quickly, trying to hide her blush.

What do you guys think..?!? Its only part 1 there's still a lot more to go...

Comment, thanks

Sorry if its confusing, it is for me too...But you’ll get it, and if you have any questions, again comment...I was kinda rushed...but oh well...

Monday, June 14, 2004

Mon, 14 Jun 2004 02:09:06 GMT

[Characters and Careers, in alphabetical order]

-Betina: Clothes Designer

-Chasity: Phsycologist

-Claudia: Lawyer

-Dorie: Model

-Elizabeth: Actress

-Grecia: Music Writer

-Jae: Social Worker

-Jeneanne: Soldier

-Jessica: Famous Author

-Manuel: Real Estate

-Maricel: Game Designer

-Michelle: Artist

-Mohamed: Car Dealership [May I mention Cheap]

-Valerie: High School Teacher @ Morse

If i should change any, comment!!