Just Like Her

  Just Like Her                I drove and I drove. I think I counted some 3,000 telephone poles as I endlessly drove in search of her. I didn't really know where I was going. I just turned my head and looked at the empty space beside me. Where she once sat. Were she was sprawled out on the seat with her legs across the dashboard. You know she was really b...

04/24/2008 | 263 Hits | 9 comments | (7 votes) | Read more...

Tales of Darkstorm part 1: "Mother"

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Life is not a Bed of Roses

LIFE IS NOT A BED OF ROSES BY B.E. NOYILA All things considered, the man was satisfied with himself and for what he had achieved. He sat there in the park and thought about his life with a smile on his face. His name was Velaphi and he had just graduated from college with a B. Admin Degree, but the sad part of it was the fact that he had nobody with whom to share this proud moment. He was homeless, his wife had left him and...

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Jill: Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Phone Call       I was at home, playing online chess when my phone started to ring. It was Jill. I felt blood rushing to my face. My heart was already galloping. I hadn't seen her more than three months. Back then she told me that we should stop dating and should just be friends. It was very hard for me, but there was nothing I could do.    "I need your help, George," she sai...

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Friends Till the End

  Some people dont have respect for themselves others could care less and wish they were out of this world. Except little Lisa she was about 13 she wanted help everyone and show them there is a reason to live. A new girl moved down her road about 11 you could tell she did`nt have much. Lisa was walking up and down the road and saw that girl sitting on the curb. So she sat down beside her and tapped on her shoulder and introduced hers...

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GEORGE AND HIS DEMONS.

"My art is my god," said George. "My easel is my altar, my brushes and oils the body and blood of my soul. Turpentine is in my skin and cloth; it seeps into my very heart. I frequent the cafés of Paris with my canvases and girls; the nights are spent with both, each in turn absorbing me piece-by-piece, touch by touch, kiss by kiss. I linger over them in deep thought; touching and dabbing with my brush or hand, feeling the ar...

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A Work of Fiction

This is a story about a young boy who comes from an upper-class family in a conservative society. His family is considered quite large by normative means but isn't very rare by conservative society standards. He has five siblings in total and he is bang on in the middle. He is the youngest of four boys but also a middle child. He has two younger sisters; the youngest of whom is a 'person with special needs'. Her eyes are Asian-like, her t...

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Who's Teaching Whom (Part Three)

Chapter Three Admitting To A False State Of Mind   I awoke far more earlier than what was expected; Marcy had more sleep than me, and she herself was not awake when I made up my cot; I am very strict when it comes to tidiness, but the room in which the both of us were in was far from my assistance or anything that I could possibly do to make it more suitable. I opened up my briefcase to pull out some food that I had...

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Cave and Candle: 3

So there I was, by myself standing in front of an ancient drawing; a drawing older than our time on the Soilorb. Strange for it looked like all the others except it hadn’t an Elder in front of it. I was hesitant to touch it. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I reached out tentively and lightly brushed my index finger on a white frothy swirl. I was thrown from my feet and I closed my eyes as I hit the hard floor. I put ...

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is it wrong?

Is it wrong for me to feel this way? Sometimes I find myself tearing into my soul, searching for the answer I want to hear. I don’t want to hear the truth; I want to hear my fabricated lie. I’m at a lost. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I don’t have any sexual desire towards man or woman. I don’t have a desire to love. Yes I do want to feel someone in my arms, I want to hold someone close…. but then I do...

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Remembering Mom

Last Friday (December 1st - 2007) was my Mom’s birthday. She would have turned 72 years old, had she lived to see it. She passed away in July 2004 peacefully in the night in her own bed. That’s just how she wanted to go. That’s how she deserved to go. Her adult life was marred with illness and suffering, and we all hoped and prayed her final days would not be spent wasting away in a hospital room. After the life she endu...

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Terribly Horrible

Vernon was a koala.  Not any koala, though…he was strange.  Of course, this would probably depend on your definition of strange.  For example, Vernon is obsessed with brushing his teeth after every bite he takes from his emo marshmellows! … Would you consider that strange?!  Well, go decide for yourself while I continue his story. So, after he finishes the emo marshmellow...and brushing his teeth for the ...

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Run Away

This is the first chapter of my (work in progress) novel, titled 'Dad's Secrets'. I feel it is a short story in itself, so am sharing it with you........            At what point do you decide that you’ve had enough?     Is it the first time he hits you? Or does he convince you at breakfast the next morning that he’s sorry and it ...

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Cave and Candle: 2

Time passed slowly, the shadow played tag along the wall, and the candle’s energy never wavered. But I had grown tired and was by that time sitting on the stone floor. The coldness had seeped through my clothes and now my arms were wrapped around my knees for warmth. The scent of jasmine had vanished from the air and the mustiness had returned. As always the candle burned with a soft hissing sound accompanying it. Elder Amethyst...

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Cave and Candle

A single candle flame danced in the damp cave. The shadows wiggled and jumped around on the walls. The characters painted on the same wall whirled and spun as the light bounced off a small wick on the ever-burning candle. There is no sound except the hissing of the candle and my feet dragging when I walk. Sweet jasmine incense burned in the corner, filling the musty cave. I would often stare at the flickering energy and wonder who lit it a...

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Choices

The blanket I am lying on is damp with sweat. The sun is shining so bright above its reflection in the building's windows is blinding. Above, helicopters are roaring in the sky. I look into my scope to make sure the terrorists are still in position. I readjust my sight. Two clicks left, one right. There's barely a breeze this morning, thank Heaven. I look into it and localize the tangos. Three on the roof armed with AK-47's, four on the 29th fl...

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When Angels Come-play

(The play opens in a dark bedroom. A young girl is lying on a bed. There is a table with a phone on it next to her. We hear the sound of voices murmuring in the background. The girl stirs fitfully in her sleep. She awakes and sits up.) Helen: What was that? I wonder what woke me. (she looks up) Oh, God, what is that? (A sudden light seems to appear out of nowhere. The light shines brightly and smoothly on the bed’s head rest...

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ROSINA AND HER AUNT PETUINA

              One morning after a deep sleep, Rosina woke up to find her Aunt Petunia sitting on the end of the bed, filing her ghostly nails, wearing a lurid red dress that came above the knees, her hair tied neatly in a blue bow, with a phantom cigarette hanging from her lower lip. Her aunt had always been an early riser; up at dawn, up with the lark. She remembered goin...

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white light

For lord’s sake I’m dying. Just put me out of my misery.   “Here have a blanket to keep warm.” A young man’s voice whispers.   Look I’m appreciative of you caring for me so much but…I have been stabbed multiple times, I have a missing arm and I’m in terrible pain. Please just kill me.   The young man carefully lays the blanket on the injured man. He wipes the...

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Who's Teaching Whom (Part Two)

Chapter Two A Moment To Savor   I was here!….I was finally here. This was the moment that was all a matter of choice. My heart was racing with excitement; I swear that there must have been several or even a dozen palpitations. The world is full of decisions that have to be made to ultimately affect a person’s life, and, this one especially, to change more than the average person would even have the cour...

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