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Post by Firefly on Mar 9, 2006 21:54:06 GMT -5
xD I hope so, too. ;---;
Oh, of course not. x3
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Post by pendulous threads on Mar 9, 2006 22:00:39 GMT -5
Don't delete the chapter again either! ^-^ That was really evil the last time...I had to wait forever.
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Post by melody on Mar 9, 2006 23:26:33 GMT -5
#1pinky# More story?
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Post by Firefly on Mar 10, 2006 20:53:47 GMT -5
I know ;---; I need to be way more careful... >>+
And yes, I'm working on the next chaper now! =D
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Post by Firefly on Mar 10, 2006 21:30:46 GMT -5
Chapter Five: Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun...
Slowly, the disbelief had slowly disappeared, quickly becoming replaced with a firey anger from the pit of her heart. She felt its red-hot waves seeping through her body, overcoming her other senses. They forgot her they forgot her they forgot her was replacing her heartbeat's Tha-THUMP tha-THUMP tha-THUMP. She no longer felt the need to cry, but, suddenly, the need to run overpowered even her anger. Quickly, quickly, she dashed under the window, barely aware of what she was doing.
She found the lush green vines twirling up and up and up towards the roof of her house, and grabbed onto one near her. Yasmine easily climbed up it; this was not something new to her. Even the vines were stronger than they had been years ago, maybe they too were used to this girl.
Yasmine reached the roof with ease and swung herself over on the flat, wooden-shingled roof with a small thud that she knew nobody but she had heard. She opened up her skylight window and jumped down, landing on her bed lightly, the skylight window still open. She grabbed a sack from underneath her bed and began stuffing in all the things she considered important-- a hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste-- and an extra pair of clothes. It was a small town, and she had no money to go to either Forget-Me-Not Valley or take a boat ride to the city (and besides, who wants all that smog?!?), and yet she knew exactly where to go.
oOoOo
Yasmine knocked gingerly on a back window, only the very top of her head visible from the inside. She hoped she would be seen, and by the person she had wanted to be seen by.
She was. Liam looked at her curiously as he opened the window.
"You do know its completely acceptable to knock on the door, right?" he said with a grin.
Yasmine, in turn, said nothing, but clammored into the window, landing on her bottom in his room. She studied the room: the twin-sized bed with the many blue covers, the paint easel and paintbrushes (he had inherited his father's painting skills), the painting on the walls, the clothes strewn around the room, and finally, the closet, shut tight.
Suddenly, she stood up, gradded Liam by the shoulders and looked in his eyes.
He looked flustered. "What...? Are you feeling okay?"
Yasmine nodded and put her finger to her lips. She whispered, "Sh-h. I'll tell you later. Just... let me hide in your closet, okay?"
Looking completely bewildered, Liam nodded and opened up the door for her. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but, being the good friend he was, kept his mouth shut. He glanced at her one last time before he shut the door.
Yasmine remebered something and called out softly, "Don't tell anyone... not even if someone comes to look for me. Please...?"
Liam said nothing, but she heard his bed squeak and the sound of a page flipping and Yasmine knew he would keep her secret.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 10, 2006 21:31:37 GMT -5
Oh wow, that was a short chapter, but I had to get back on track, right?
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Post by pendulous threads on Mar 10, 2006 21:34:53 GMT -5
WOW! YAY! It was awesome! ^-^
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Post by Firefly on Mar 10, 2006 21:37:47 GMT -5
No it wasn't. >>; I need to get back into the vibe of writing Dx But thanks anyway x3 I feel better about this sper-short chapter now... >->
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Post by pendulous threads on Mar 10, 2006 21:41:44 GMT -5
I thought is was a good short chapter...
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Post by Firefly on Mar 10, 2006 22:07:21 GMT -5
More short chapters, I'm sorry >>;; I just need to get back on track from going so long without writing. I'm rusty. Chapter Six: Just FriendsA few hours later, Yasmine's rumbling stomach woke her up. She shifted her weight a little--something felt odd, out-of-place. She lifted her head, which had been resting on something warm and slightly hard a moment before. She waved her hand around in the dark, wondering where Liam was. A sudden thought occoured to her-- how would she get food? The answer was as simple as the question-- she was in the Supermarket, so therefore, there was food! She'd just have to sneak out to get a Rice Ball or some Bread when everyone was alseep... But when was that? she wondered feverishly. She could risk a moment to peek out to see if Liam was still dutifully painting or if he was asleep, right...? But what if someone came in and saw her standing over his bed...? She pushed away the thought, her face becoming surprisingly warm. Where had that thought come from...? And now she knew she had to go out to see if he was sleeping, just to prove to herself that she did not have a crush on Liam. They were just friends, and had been since they were barely able to walk. Of course there was always the rumors that they had secretely been dating by their mountain hide-a-way and already had two children (  ). This had only made the two laugh. But now Yasmine had to wonder. Would they be like that someday? Not living in the mountains, but all lovey-dovey and all of the sappy romance that Mary always talked about? She stuck her head outside of the closet door. The window from which she had come in through was still open, the pale moon and stars shining on Liam's floor and making patterns. The painting had long bee abandoned, but everything else looked the same. Yasmine relaxed-- Liam's clock by his bedside said 11:23 and there was a Liam-shaped lump in his bed. It was safe to go get food. But something stopped her. She had the urge to go see Liam sleeping. What? Where had that thought come from?! What if he woke up and didn't recognize her and thought she was a psychotic axe-murderer or something?!? Or worse... Her eyes drifted back to the clock, and Yasmine realized something. It was so late at night... so why wasn't she back home, being yelled at for running away? Had they not noticed? This made anger flare up again. But then Yasmine thought of Liam. He would have covered for her. Her muscles relaxed as she got the urge to go see Liam. One peek wouldn't hurt, right? Just enough to see his blond hair, pale yellow in the moonlight, and his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully... Yasmine groaned. Stupid hormones. She supposed she'd just go take peek, go to sleep, and be mad at herself in the morning. So she did. Standing up shakily and slowly so her knee cracked loudly, Yasmine winced but took a step forward. She walked slowly towards the bed, wary of the clothes strewn everywhere. But of course, she still tripped a few times, thankfully not making hardly any noise. Finally she reached the bed. She found, with some annoyance, that the covers completely covered his head. She hadn't painstakingly walked across the room just to see his outline. So she gingerly lifted the covers, and gasped at what she saw. |
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Post by pendulous threads on Mar 11, 2006 9:52:00 GMT -5
 MORE PLEASE! MORE! *Starts crying* More... This is so awesome! |
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Post by Firefly on Mar 11, 2006 12:09:24 GMT -5
Aww, don't cry. -pats- I'll write more now x3 Its the weekend, after all.
Thank you! Again! -exhalts-
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Post by Firefly on Mar 11, 2006 12:39:08 GMT -5
Chapter Seven:Pillows, Dolls, and Axe-Murderers
Pillows were lined up and plumped under the covers, shaped to look like a sleeping body. Yasmine stood by the bed, studying them, a terrified look slowly settling on her face. Where was Liam?
She covered up the pillows again, closed her eyes, and threw off the blankets again. She had hoped she was dreaming, but the pillows still lay there, cold and stark-white. She poked one gingerly, afraid she was really dreaming and she'd wake up to be poking Liam's arm. But she was not.
Her vivid imagionation began playing visions of Mary and Jack dragging Liam off, knowing he knew where she was but not telling. Karen and Rick were in the backround, crying, as their only son was being dragged off to replace Yasmine...
Or worse. Maybe Mary and Jack had not noticed Yasmine's disappearance, even hours and hours later. Maybe they had replaced her with Liam!
Yasmine shook her head. They would never do that; Karen wouldn't allow it. So at least that was good. They remembered her, at least.
But where was Liam? Yasmine sighed a little and decided she wouldn't be able to figure it out if she was still this tired. Maybe he had just gone out for a midnight snack or something and did not want to worry Yasmine or his family, if they happened to come to check on him, and had put pillows under his covers.
She felt her muscles relax. That had to be it. Why else would Liam be MIA (Missing In Action)?Yasmine smiled a little as she crawled back into the closet. It wasn't too bad running away... though she was hungry. Her stomach growled a little and she decided to have Liam get her food in the morning.
As she was drifting off to sleep, she thought she heard something shifting and moving. Suddenly awake, Yasmine poked around, thinking that she must have knocked something over. She hoped feverently that nobody had woken up because of the noise.
As she poked around where she had been sleeping before, she poked something soft and fleshy. It moved, and Yasmine's hand shot back. Breathing hard, she stared at that space, frightened, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark. She thought she saw the outline of what looked like a giant, life-sized doll. Choking back a laugh, wondering why Liam would have a doll in his closet, the doll moved!
Jumping back, Yasmine's arm accidentally smacked the doll, and to her horror, it flinched and muttered, "Ow!"
Biting back a scream, Yasmine fell backward, hoping she was dreaming. The doll moved again and made a sound like a yawn. Yasmine stared, frozed with fear and a strange fascination.
But then a most peculiar thing happened; the doll sat up and said in a groggy voice, "You awake...?"
Yasmine once again bit back a scream. She kicked widly, now thinking some psycho was in the closet, some weird axe-murderer who had killed Liam and now was after her...!
But the axemurder/doll grabbed Yasmine's foot, stopping her from kicking him. "Hey, careful!" it warned. "I'm... why are you so scared, 'Mine?"
Yasmine blinked and stopped trying to fight. How did this... this thing know Liam's nickname for her? And... come to think of it, its voice did seem quite familiar...
"Liam?" Yasmine asked in whispering disbelief.
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Post by melody on Mar 11, 2006 14:10:16 GMT -5
This is so good, Firefly! No, you're not rusty. You're as great of writer as you were before. And probably better. ^-^ I love it! More soon please.
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Post by violet on Mar 16, 2006 19:46:23 GMT -5
this is so so so so good you have to write more soon!!
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). This had only made the two laugh. But now Yasmine had to wonder. Would they be like that someday? Not living in the mountains, but all lovey-dovey and all of the sappy romance that Mary always talked about? 
MORE PLEASE! MORE! *Starts crying* More...
