Okay, so, after reading the story over, I realized it was way to repetitive, and boring. I want to write another story.
Do you like this story? Vote on the home page of this blog if I should keep writing this story, or if I should write a NEW and BETTER story.
Thanks,
Oh, and,
The new story will be funny. :)
I probably will start a new story anyway.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Chapter Six- Clarissa, More Than a Friend
After being up for about an hour, reliving my nightmare, I finally did my morning tasks and got on the cab to get to the coffee shop. I bought a newspaper and tucked it under my arm like every other day. A sudden thrill rushed up my spine when I neared towards the door. When the bell rang, I tingled with joy- joy, that seemed extremely unnatural to me. Clarissa bit her lip, like a teenager with a crush on some one would do. She smiled and the said,
"I was wondering if you wanted a kiss on the cheek.... I didn't get to offer you that last night." I tensed up suddenly, but then realized, I did want a kiss on the cheek. Before I could reply, my nightmare popped into my head. My brother. I missed him so much. It was all my fault tat he was dead. No one knew how he got killed, except for me, and it was all my fault. He died because of me. He was dead. My brother.
"I'm sorry. I should of realized you don't like me any more than you liked me before the date," she snapped me out of my trance.
"No, no, no! I do want you to kiss my cheek. I do like you more. Don't worry, I was just thinking about something." She seemed confused, but then smiled and neared towards me. She leaned over the counter and made a small peck of a kiss on the cheek. Butterflies. Bubbles. Sparks. All of my worries and fears phased out of my mind. She looked at me intently, obviously looking to see what I thought about what had just happened. I made a huge smile, and he laughed.
"What?" I said in a funny voice.
"Your smile is the most happy thing I've ever seen in one person."
"Well, you completely wrong."
"What do you mean?" She said sadly.
"Your smile is the most happy thing I've ever seen in one person." I said.
"Thanks. I love it when your nice and perky."
"Yah." That was all I could say. She walked over to another counter, and came back with a cup of coffee.
"I already made it for you. Just the way you like it."
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled and waved as I left the shop. The bell rang, and I felt more complete than I ever had in the past two years.
"I was wondering if you wanted a kiss on the cheek.... I didn't get to offer you that last night." I tensed up suddenly, but then realized, I did want a kiss on the cheek. Before I could reply, my nightmare popped into my head. My brother. I missed him so much. It was all my fault tat he was dead. No one knew how he got killed, except for me, and it was all my fault. He died because of me. He was dead. My brother.
"I'm sorry. I should of realized you don't like me any more than you liked me before the date," she snapped me out of my trance.
"No, no, no! I do want you to kiss my cheek. I do like you more. Don't worry, I was just thinking about something." She seemed confused, but then smiled and neared towards me. She leaned over the counter and made a small peck of a kiss on the cheek. Butterflies. Bubbles. Sparks. All of my worries and fears phased out of my mind. She looked at me intently, obviously looking to see what I thought about what had just happened. I made a huge smile, and he laughed.
"What?" I said in a funny voice.
"Your smile is the most happy thing I've ever seen in one person."
"Well, you completely wrong."
"What do you mean?" She said sadly.
"Your smile is the most happy thing I've ever seen in one person." I said.
"Thanks. I love it when your nice and perky."
"Yah." That was all I could say. She walked over to another counter, and came back with a cup of coffee.
"I already made it for you. Just the way you like it."
"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled and waved as I left the shop. The bell rang, and I felt more complete than I ever had in the past two years.
Chapter Five- A Dream With a Possible Meaning
Everything was black and white. I was looking down upon the people as if watching a movie. I had no control of the situation in front of me. For all I knew, it was a movie.
A tall, lanky man with a worn-out black suit on, held a needle out in front of himself. Beside him, was a man strapped down to a chair. He was struggling to escape, and his mouth was taped shut. The lanky man trudged towards him and then whispered into his ear with a dry, raspy voice,
"This one..... this one will work. If not, you have been of great service. If it does..... your life will change. You will be a more important person in the world." The man in the chair jerked violently as the needle came closer, and closer towards his arm, and then eventually, in his arm. Then it stopped. He looked still. He looked dead. The lanky man picked up a pad of paper and flipped to a blank page, where he began writing notes. The lanky man, who seemed to be some sort of corrupt scientist, started putting tubes into the dead man. He put different fluids and liquids into the man. He started cutting the man. He started rubbing some sort fungus onto the man. The scientist pressed a button that made the chair and the dead man move towards a furnace. The scientist kept staring. Once the dead man got into the furnace, the scientist didn't even flinch. All he did, was write more notes. He then said aloud,
"Ice next." The scientist quickly walked over to the button he had pressed, and punched in the number fifty-six into a dial pad. On the opposite side of where the furnace was, another man strapped down to a chair came into the room. The scientist trudged towards the man, and whispered into his ear,
"This one..... this one will work. If not, you have been of great service. If it does..... your life will change. You will be a more important person in the world."
I got a closer look at the man strapped down to the chair, and panicked in my own nightmare. It was my brother. My already-dead brother.
I then awoke with my heart pumping like never before. I immediately looked at the clock. 5:23. I shivered at the thought of my brother, and the true reason why he was dead. The big secret of my life. The reason why I was never satisfied with my life. With my job.
A tall, lanky man with a worn-out black suit on, held a needle out in front of himself. Beside him, was a man strapped down to a chair. He was struggling to escape, and his mouth was taped shut. The lanky man trudged towards him and then whispered into his ear with a dry, raspy voice,
"This one..... this one will work. If not, you have been of great service. If it does..... your life will change. You will be a more important person in the world." The man in the chair jerked violently as the needle came closer, and closer towards his arm, and then eventually, in his arm. Then it stopped. He looked still. He looked dead. The lanky man picked up a pad of paper and flipped to a blank page, where he began writing notes. The lanky man, who seemed to be some sort of corrupt scientist, started putting tubes into the dead man. He put different fluids and liquids into the man. He started cutting the man. He started rubbing some sort fungus onto the man. The scientist pressed a button that made the chair and the dead man move towards a furnace. The scientist kept staring. Once the dead man got into the furnace, the scientist didn't even flinch. All he did, was write more notes. He then said aloud,
"Ice next." The scientist quickly walked over to the button he had pressed, and punched in the number fifty-six into a dial pad. On the opposite side of where the furnace was, another man strapped down to a chair came into the room. The scientist trudged towards the man, and whispered into his ear,
"This one..... this one will work. If not, you have been of great service. If it does..... your life will change. You will be a more important person in the world."
I got a closer look at the man strapped down to the chair, and panicked in my own nightmare. It was my brother. My already-dead brother.
I then awoke with my heart pumping like never before. I immediately looked at the clock. 5:23. I shivered at the thought of my brother, and the true reason why he was dead. The big secret of my life. The reason why I was never satisfied with my life. With my job.
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