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Post by Digital Leonardo on Oct 28, 2004 15:41:09 GMT 10
HEY! Okay, everytime I get an english project where I need to write a story or something I will post it in this thread! I like getting comments from you guys ;D and it really helps me perfect my writing.
I will also update and post my marks here to. So far I only have one project but we didn't get our marks back yet... I hope to get it back tomorrow!
Short Story – The Lamp at Noon: Single White Candle Oct 2004 - 36/40
Novel Study - Shade's Children: Prologue to theOracles Dec 2004 - 16/20
Romeo and Juliet - After the Wedding Jan 2005 - 18.5/20
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Post by Digital Leonardo on Oct 28, 2004 15:44:14 GMT 10
Short Story – The Lamp at Noon: Single White Candle
(based off the short story, the lamp at noon. during the short story, the child of Ellen and Paul dies during a wind storm, this scene takes place a few days after)
Ellen sat in front of a large white church. She sat holding a tissue, dressed in all black. It was about noon, as she wiped a few tears from her face smudging her make up. The church she sat in front of was painted all white and had a large golden cross on the roof. Stain glass windows, large doors and fancy boarders along the window and door sills. Ellen started to lightly hum the song she had once hummed to her child. The humming filled her head with memories of the short time the two had shared together.
“Ellen?” A deep manly voice called. She looked up as Paul walked up to her, his hand lightly shaking, he was clearly nervous. He took a seat next to his wife, a small smile on his face. “Hey, they… they’re ready to start El’” Ellen nodded and stood up, taking hold of Paul’s shaking hand, tightly.
“I will never forgive you” She whispered to him as they walked to the large wooden church doors. Paul didn’t respond and just pushed open the doors.
The two entered the church, all the aisles filled with people: friends and family. The two walked to the front row and sat down. Ellen let go of Paul’s hand and looked up to the priest. The priest started to talk, but she didn’t listen. In her head she just played back the events that had taken place a week before.
She saw herself running, holding onto the small baby. Her grip got tighter, she yelled to herself to let go, it didn’t help. The grip on the baby got harder, strangling. “No!” Her voice echoed in her head.
Paul placed his hand on her thigh, she looked at him. She gave him a painful look. He removed his hand. She looked back up, trying to be there, but her thoughts kept drifting into the past.
“I killed him… I killed him… I killed him…”
Her words were the same. She didn’t speak, just thought to herself.
“I killed him… I killed him… I killed him…”
The priest asked for anyone to come up. The small wooden casket was opened, the baby was visible. His small body cold, motionless. She stood up and followed Paul up the small stair case. The two stood over the casket.
“How did this happen? How could we lose him?” Ellen asked while Paul looked over her shoulder. “There was nothing we could do…” Ellen looked at him, emotionless, her eyes dull.
“Paul…” Everyone looked at the two as they stood in front of the casket. She stepped down and took her seat, beside her mother who took her hand and made a small smile. “It will all be better soon… I promise.” Paul followed moments after. As this all went on, a smooth melody played in the background. Ellen felt hypnotized by the melody, picturing her child in front of her.
The baby, with full white wings, floated in front of Ellen. Everyone around her seemed to vanish. A white candle appeared in the babies hand. The flame on top of it was low and almost out.
“Dreams of deception…” Ellen said to herself as she looked at her angel son. Around them sand started to lift into the air. “The white candle…” The baby spoke, but his mouth didn’t move. “Flame of passion… Love…”
The candle went out. “Thank you all for showing the care and love in you hearts, may god take this child’s soul with him and allow his wings to spread.” Ellen noticed she was back in the church. Time had gone by, the funeral was now over. Everyone had left except for Paul and her parents. Paul and Ellen’s father kept bickering. Their words filled the silent air as the two went at it. She didn’t stop them. She could barely control herself with out having to control the two men.
“Its not our fault!” Paul shouted.
“You should have moved! Ellen told us.” Her father snapped back.
“We didn’t know this would happen!” Paul replied.
“If you lived in the city it wouldn’t of happened!”
“We had our pride!”
“And we HAD a grandchild…” Ellen’s father crossed the line. Paul looked at him, hate filled his light brown eyes.
Paul paused, he wanted to swing a punch at the older man. His father in law, his pain. He didn’t react, he knew Ellen was in a grave state of shock. He stepped beside her, placing his hands on her shoulder. She backed away, she didn’t want to be around him. She couldn’t look at him.
“We can’t go on like this… Paul.” She stepped to her mother. She placed her hands on her stomach. “You want to move back… You want us to live on the farm again, but… But I can’t risk my- our child’s life.”
Paul’s eyes widened as he looked at Ellen’s stomach. “Ellen… How… When… Why… What?” Paul was speechless as Ellen looked at him, her eyes filled with tears and sorrow.
“Goodbye…” Ellen, her mother and father walked off. Paul just watched as the three kept walking.
“Ellen…” Paul leaned against the church wall.
“El’…”
“Ellen…”
“Flame of Passion… of love.” Paul slouched down to his knees, still using the wall as support. The winged baby floated behind his father. The candle in his hand no longer had a flame.
Paul whispered to himself “*C'est la vie, I want to keep on being in love with you, running through the place where this moment lives, right in front of me. Why is it that people have but one chance to live life? Why does time not stand still even for one second?”
“C’est la vie…”
Paul continued to whisper the lyrics of a song to himself. The words played around in his head as he thought of Ellen, who was no longer in sight.
The End…
*Song ‘C’est la vie’ written by Iwasato Yuuho, preformed by Komatsu Ayaka
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Post by Chibi Jen on Oct 28, 2004 18:06:34 GMT 10
Interesting.. I've never read the book, but I can still kinda get what's going on. Ellen's baby died?... but I can't figure out who killed him..? Did Ellen kill her child? Then, why is she angry at Paul?  lol... we all know where these two cam from, dont we? ;D |
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Post by Digital Leonardo on Oct 30, 2004 8:41:13 GMT 10
The book dosn't say what killed the baby. It was either Ellen holding on to tight while running through the sand storm, or sand getting into his mouth.
She is bad at Paul because she told him they should go to the city before the storm hit, but he said they would be fine.
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Post by Sakura on Oct 30, 2004 13:22:42 GMT 10
lol, it's good. Reading ur short story...makes me want to go listen to C'est La Vie. ^_^"
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Post by sailorfire on Oct 30, 2004 14:04:31 GMT 10
Your story made me cry for some strange reason...
How sad... it gives off a feeling of loneliness...
and now i want to listen to C’est la vie if i can find the music...
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Post by Digital Leonardo on Dec 7, 2004 12:29:53 GMT 10
‘SHADE’S CHILDREN’
Video Archive – Prologue
Interview 0001 * The Oracles
Travis – Oracle Wind
Cory – Oracle Fire
Imeran – Oracle Heart
Steven – Oracle Ground Oracle Wind:In the future, no longer will you live in the peace and sanity you have become accustomed to. The comfort and safety you feel will be torn away. Your originality, your personality, you. A blank slate, like the day you were born. Tabula Rasa, Tabula Rasa. Oracle Fire: The darkness runs the future dry. The sun no longer shines on a blue skied day. The rain no longer pours in the harmony of the clouds and the wind no longer whistles the words of lost voices. Oracle Heart: You’re no longer protected by the once found law. You’re born in a shell, a box, a jail. You grow alone, your heart empty with emotions. Questions in your head asking, what is this? Why? How? How can this be what I have to live for… Oracle Ground: Death. You’re years grow shorter. One, two, three… The time it pasts in your mind you know, counting down from ‘5-1-1-0’. Knowing the days bring you closer to the end. To the day you leave the dorm, the day you enter the lonely places. Oracle Fire: The factory. The place you fear, and dread. You think you know what will happen. You think you know what’s to come. Oracle Heart: You think you can see the future. Past you shaded eyes. Oracle Ground: The destiny of each human-child belongs to the arms of the Overlords. Oracle Wind: The creatures that have taken rule of earth. Dressed in plated armour, weapons in hand. The merciless cries of the children as they try to sleep into the moonless night. ALL FOUR: Dreams of tomorrow, Dreams of a better time. Oracle Fire: Soon their wishes will take hold. Oracle Heart: In the body of the seer. The one who hides behind the golden eyes. The only one who can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oracle Ground: The message. Oracle Fire: The truth. Oracle Wind: The last rapture before the dawn breaks. Oracle Heart: Aided by the metallic robot. Oracle Fire & Oracle Ground: The hallow machines. The human mind. The only one who knows. Oracle Wind: The fight will take place in ‘2-8-3’ Oracle Fire: The end will never follow. Oracle Heart: Can it? Oracle Ground: The mind, the strength, the star, the eyes. Oracle Heart & Oracle Fire: The fight for the freedom we lost. The battle for the control. Oracle Wind: In their battle they will find the truth CANNOT be foreseen by the powers harnessed by the eyes and star. ALL FOUR: The final vision will take place and the final battle will end with the last blade. Never say goodbye. Never turn you back when the light stops flashing, when the birds fly and the only way is down. Oracle Wind: Believe in the light of the children of Shade. Their power will bring the key. |
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Post by Chibi Jen on Jan 1, 2005 20:00:04 GMT 10
Some very very interesing ideas you have there, but what is it suppose to be? A story? An extract? A transcript? XD
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Post by Digital Leonardo on Jan 1, 2005 20:19:54 GMT 10
Its a criptic monolog for the book. It was ment to sound very mystical and hard to understand, yet once you read the book you got it.
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Post by Sakura on Jan 3, 2005 12:59:43 GMT 10
Like Chibi Jen said, "some very interesting ideas" ...it confused me...>.< lol and it did sounds pretty mystical, so, I guess that's a good thing. XD
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Post by Digital Leonardo on Jan 6, 2005 6:39:57 GMT 10
I like confussing people... maybe thats why I got a lower mark then I wanted... Owell, it was fun writting and worth writing, cause it gives me ideas for fan fictions and for my fan series.
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Post by Digital Leonardo on Feb 3, 2005 17:02:26 GMT 10
Romeo & Juliet - After Wedding Scene
Juliet silently opened her bedroom door, carefully stepping not to make a sound. Her long white dress dragged on the floor, collection dust. Making sure no one saw or heard her, Juliet flopped onto her bed. She lies on her back, her hands on her torso playing with a ribbon that kept the dress on. She gazed up to the ceiling, picturing the marriage again in her head. Her face was red of blushing just the thought of kissing Romeo almost made her giggle. She rolled onto her side and looked out the window.
She saw herself as a five year old standing in front of the window. A large piece of glass had been smashed. Her mother walked in, quite angry. Both now Juliet and young Juliet share the speaking. “Mommy, it was Paris!” The little girl faded away and Juliet stood up running her hands along the dresser, picking up a small doll. “My own doll, thank you so much!” She said in a five-year-olds voice. “You’re welcome young lady…” Juliet heard the voice of the nurse and quickly turned around to nothing. She stood, looking at the moon, the doll clutched in her hands.
“Is this really the right thing to do?” She turned around and found a five year old version of herself sitting on the bed. “What about mother and father?” the young one asked. “I have to.” Juliet replied, placing the doll down on the table of boxes. “I must let love lead the way not memories of the past.” Juliet added. “But love’s arrow has stricken you and the boy.” Juliet turned her back to herself. “Real love, something I, no we, have been waiting for.” Juliet placed her hands on the glass windows. “You don’t get it. He can never hold you like Paris, or any other suiter.” Young Juliet argued. “I don’t need him to hold me. Just love me.” Juliet smiled. “Can your love last anything?” Juliet turned back around to face herself. “Anything!” She stated anger in her voice. “Can it last thought death?” The younger one asked as it faded away.
Juliet slowly sat down onto the floor. She pictured Romeo (in her head), various visions she saw for their future. The clock ticked loudly as she awaited, her dress spread across the floor. “They wouldn’t understand…” She said, answering on of the questions the younger her had asked.
Juliet got up and removed the dress. Stepping hind a changing screen Juliet changed into some normal clothing.
“Married by law, a girls dream to be a bride to stand in front of her family taking the next step into woman hood.” She noticed a small box on her dresser. She picked up the newly placed box and opened it. Inside a gold necklace sat with blue and white gems. “Romeo?” She then saw the small card with Paris’ name on it. “Ye t again my parents break my trust… allowing him in my room.” She placed the box back down and walked over and onto the balcony. She placed her hands on the rail, her hair and dressed blowing in the wind. She looked into the sun rise. “Many times I watched the sun rise and set and now for the final time I will see the night fight with the light for more time. Goodbye old memories of the past, of the old me.”
A few tears started to drip from her eyes. The idea of leaving started to get to her. She turned to look at her room. The sun shed new light to it. She saw clothing and items she once found to be important but now seemed childish. She turned back to face the sun, it shined bighting upon her.
“Sorry mother and father. I don’t wish to betray you or make you feel hate, but I must go. Love is a tricky toy and I can’t break it. I am sorry my heart fell to a Montague, I didn’t do so to spite you, or show you any disrespect. I must go, for my only true love is waiting. For almost fourteen years I stood behind following your orders and laws, but now I get to feel alive, free. Can’t you just look at me and Romeo as two people? No names, just adults in love. For one single kiss makes me blush, and makes me love him even more. Stop me if you must, but kill me to love anything or anyone as much as I have fallen in true love with Romeo.” She said, her worlds hoping to get to the ears of someone. She looked on into the open skies.
“Here we go.” She smiled at the freedom and love she was about to get.
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Post by Chibi Jen on Feb 4, 2005 10:14:01 GMT 10
I really like it ^_^ Very good description and interesting to read  |
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