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the way to communicate how you feel to one another, whether you use those words to inflict pain, care or any other. the words that are spoken are not easily taken back, so remember how it feels, the love it is you lack. and think about those whom you have inflicted pain, and try your best to apologize and forgiveness you will gainPosted By Brandi On 01.14.2013 @ 3:33 pm
She was sailing, sailing, sailing, oh so far away.
He would never catch up with her. He, Tommy Willsmith, the little boy down the street, the apprentice of the cobbler, would never catch up with high-society heiress Lela Freeman. Ever. The night before–with their huge fight over whether she should return to her sick mother or not–had been the last, and she was off to Italy, off to strange new adventures.
Lela had left him.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t recommended it to her. He truthfully never had understood her hatred for her mother. He had attempted to get her to tell him of the story many times, but she had never informed him. Lela had out-right refused to return to her at first, but apparently her father had forced her.
Even from the port, Tommy could see the ship. He briefly wondered if she would miss him.
He figured that she wouldn’t.Posted By Brandi On 10.24.2012 @ 2:35 pm
Some things, he decided, were shown from the Above Ones, and other things were not.
It truly was the most interesting thing to try and discover the things that were not shown, to try and out-smart the Above Ones. It was those conceited bastards–the ones at the very top of the food chain–that made his and his families’ lives hell. They did not have to do the things that they did, but they never stopped the corruption. It was, perhaps, for that reason that he became obsessed with overthrowing the High Society of Meddlington, and he knew that he would be able to reach that point once he recruited his friends.Posted By Brandi On 10.19.2012 @ 2:07 pm
She was raised in high society and acted like it. Kelly knew that if she was to ever go against her family’s wishes, then things would not be pretty for her. She had witnessed first-hand the physical and psychological damage they had done to Kelvin, her brother, and did not want the same thing to happen to her.
Kelly was no where near as brave as her brother had been. She did not stand against her family’s horrendous actions as he did, even though she had promised him, on the night of his death–indeed, even the very hour–that she would be stronger. Kelly was a liar.
But no more.Posted By Brandi On 10.18.2012 @ 6:11 pm
It was common knowledge that in the year of the sun, democrats were dominant on the countryside. Their generally liberal points of views were the only thing that mattered; what the republicans had to say did not. It was, in many ways, a horrific time, as well as a beautiful time. Beautiful, because it was amazing–and quite sickening–to watch humans be humans, to watch another man strike down one of his own, simply because he has different beliefs.
“What has she come to?”Posted By Brandi On 10.09.2012 @ 7:08 pm
The scene was horrific, there was no doubt.
But of course, no one would mention anything about it. No one ever did. They were all too afraid to speak to the authorities, the pathetic little creatures. As far as they were concerned, if someone was truly afraid (enough to go against their masters’ wishes), then they could go to the police in the cities themselves.
It was difficult to get to the cities, anyway. Very difficult.
Your life would be on the line if you went against your masters’ wishes.Posted By Brandi On 10.05.2012 @ 6:28 pm
The walls are closing in, John thought to himself.
“Was this not what had happened to her father?” he asked the doctor.
Nobody knows what happened to Sir Alfric . . . we just know that CNGB really needs to get a hold of herself here.”
“Sorry . . . what?”
“Oh, you’re just a character that she randomly thought of. Your name is the middle name of her favorite Harry Potter character.”
“Well that doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s not supposed to.”
“Ah.”Posted By Brandi On 10.04.2012 @ 1:48 pm
Various was in class today.
My classmates had to play the “review game,” and one of the vocabs was that . . .
You know, I really can’t concentrate. I’m listening/watching to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. “It’s like trying to catch smoke. Trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.”
I should remember how hard it is to write with one of my favorite movies playing next time.Posted By Brandi On 10.03.2012 @ 2:48 pm
Some people claimed that if one was to combine the forces of the body and of the nature, their gift would be that from the gods.
Others claimed that there wasn’t shit going on in the world, other than what everybody knew.
Either way, the fact still goes that I tried it. It was a load of bull, you know. I didn’t get very far, but that sensei guy at the temple (the one who always stood outside–the beggar) told me that if I meditated every day, then I would get a message from a goddess.
I told him I couldn’t.
He told me I could.
So I tried it . . . for, like, up until Tuesday, which was two days. Nothing really happened. Though I don’t think I’ll ever forget that tingling sensation.Posted By Brandi On 10.02.2012 @ 1:49 pm
Some said that there were signs in the stars. Not constellations–because Joey knew that was true, as he seen them every time he stepped outside on his porch in the middle of night–but real signs, signs that would light up if you looked at them in a funny way. He remembered (rather clearly) his mother telling him about the Sign of the North-West that she had seen when she was a young child, before she had died of the respiratory disease that had taken her father and her godmother from her. At the time, Joey had thought she was merely telling him a children’s story, but the pure green of the December sky was unnatural, frightening, and awe-inspiring all at the same time.
“Perhaps,” he said aloud to himself, “it was more than just a child’s story.”
In his mother’s story, the signs of Space had the power to transport you to different worlds, grant you any wish that you wanted, and live a long, happy life. She claimed that, as a child, she had spotted the purple sign–which, according to their ancestors, would let her find the love of her life in only but a year.
Joey wished that he knew what had happened–if she had met his father in such a short period. He would not know, because his father had been sent off in war for his tribe. It was something, Joey was sure, he was going to have to figure out for himself. He was going to have to travel long, and travel far, and there would possibly be no coming back. Joey had heard stories from his neighbors about how creatures roamed the rest of the world.
He had to wonder if they were true, like the signs.
If his mother’s story was true, then he would be able to go back, far back, to the time where he could meet the father he had never gotten to.Posted By Brandi On 10.01.2012 @ 12:13 pm
They all want help, but Selly was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to give them any. She had a very limited amount of oil and ointment, and there were one thousand people in desperate need of help. There would be no way that she could get all of them the medicinal care that they deserved. Despite that, she knew that she DID have enough for at least one hundred before the authorities came and rescued them. The majority of the people would be lost to the world, but at least a good hundred would make it out of the island.Posted By Brandi On 09.27.2012 @ 4:49 am
Some said that there were “secret affairs” in the higher-ups, but Jimmy Jason Hollic never belied any of that. He didn’t buy into all them ‘spiracy theories by the stupid townspeople. Then again, he pretty much did whatever his dear old daddy told him to do, and believed what his moanin’ mama told him to believe, so I s’pose that ain’t sayin’ much of nothin’.Posted By Brandi On 09.25.2012 @ 5:55 pm
Some said that it was before the dawn that was the time of agony And others said that it was before the night All I know for sure is that the hilarity Of the darkness is surely bright
Can you understand what I am saying? I doubt that you can For we all know that the ancient art of praying Is merely more than the art of “He can.”Posted By Brandi On 09.24.2012 @ 4:46 pm
“Please, please tell me that you’re not afraid,” she whispered.
I couldn’t lie. It would have been wrong to lie to her. But how could I not? It seemed that if I lied, then she would be protected, that she would think that everything was okay.
But nothing was “okay.” Everything was horrible, and I seemed to be the only one who realized that.
“Yeah . . . I’m scared shitless.”Posted By Brandi On 09.23.2012 @ 3:38 pm
People, to say the least, are evil.
And that’s not me being all cynical and pessimistic and crap–that’s just the truth. We’re NATURALLY “sinful,” or whatever it is that you’re going to say. We cheat, we lie, we steal, we kill, we rape, and then we bat our eyelashes, put on this big, fake smile, and say, “Hey, I didn’t do a thing!”
We’re sickening.Posted By Brandi On 09.22.2012 @ 3:07 pm
[Note: Has very offensive language. This bit takes place in the early 1900s, and would be narrated by a racist--what do you expect?]
There would be, as heard by the people, a trial.
Nothing more was said, or even done. It was a mystery to the town’s people as to WHY there was even a trial in the first place. He had obviously raped that girl, and he deserved to die and then burn in the seventh layer of Hell for his treacherous crime, the nigger.
But there would be a trial.Posted By Brandi On 09.21.2012 @ 5:10 pm
Despite the never-ending pain that Ron felt once his daughter had died, he still felt that he needed to keep going. He felt, in his heart of hearts, that Elizabeth would have wanted him to continue to carry on with his life–much like her mother had done when she died.
Sometimes, Ron wondered what he had ever done to displease God. Surely no one deserved everything that he had gone through, from the death of his daughter, to the rape as a child? In these times, he just had to hold his head up high–like he always did–and suck it up.Posted By Brandi On 09.18.2012 @ 3:17 pm
“They are together,” my father told me one time on a dark, stormy night.
“Together . . . I hope not forever.”
I was confused, then. I didn’t understand why Dad didn’t want Lilian to be with Jordan forever and ever and ever . . . but I do now. As I grew older, I realized the things that Jordan would say, and the actions that he would execute. I began to become more and more aware of how he would act around our dad (who was too foolish–at least in my opinion–to show Jordan that he knew what an outrageous ass he truly was), and then how he would treat Lils outside of the household.
At some point, I realized I wanted him gone.
Forever and ever and ever.Posted By Brandi On 09.17.2012 @ 3:23 pm
She was fried. She knew that she was fried. She knew that there was no hope, anymore, that she would be able to escape the chamber on her own; it was too late. She had refused her companions’ offers of help against the heat, and she was going to pay for it in a slow and painful death.
Christine had heard stories–horrifying ones. Supposedly, if you stayed in a Chamber long enough, then you would slowly cook from the inside, until you eventually exploded. The Chamber in their shuttle had been busted–someone needed to go in and fix it, and Jasper had been out of commission. Being the idiot that she always was, she went in without help.
And now she was going to die.Posted By Brandi On 09.14.2012 @ 2:19 pm