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Title: >.> Untitled
Author: Jess. Don't need to use Miss Kass here. xD
Fandom: None. =3 S'an original story!
Rating: PG for teh deaths.
Characters: The tortured and unnamed.
Word Count: 261 including the quote.
Summary: End, it is the end for all of us now, because the day has come when we are to die, along with the others.
Spoilers: No shpoilers.
Disclaimer: Fuck you and your disclaimers. Actually, no, disclaimers save me from being sued, but in this case I don't need them. Why? Because I wrote and came up with the idea for the fi... Oh, wait, I just realised I stole the quote from FFVII. Shit.

“Too much hope is the opposite of despair... an overpowering love may consume you in the end.”

Too many times have I seen people fall into death here, and simply fade away. Much of this death lingers behind, and it clogs the delicate senses. Hope; there is always the hope that someone will come and remove these bodies, saving the eyes of the children from these horrible visions. Is this too much to ask?

The scent of death is always in the air, even if one is as far away from the bodies as one can be. Opposite sides of the prison are not even spared from this decay. Of hurt and pain are what our memories consist. Despair floating on the breeze as we think of what is happening right under their noses.

An ugly soldier has come to see us today. Overpowering one of the older women he takes her away, removes her from our sight. Love is what these soldiers call it; they are making love. May we have some of this ‘love’, and be spared from the horrors we face?

Consume this,” is the rough translation of what the guards tell us. “You are to consume this,” they say, feeding us rancid foods. In these foods are hidden poisons, designed to end our lives. The pain of our organs failing is harsh, and we will not live out the night. End, it is the end for all of us now, because the day has come when we are to die, along with the others.


'Kay, so, I wrote this in school and decided that it was awesome enough to be posted here. Binka's probably already read it ('cause she goes through my stuff, nosy whore), but no one else has. =3


Title: Stabbed
Author: Jess. Don't need to use Miss Kass here. xD
Fandom: Another original story. ^__^
Rating: PG again. For the deaths. Again.
Characters: Some random I didn’t name.
Word Count: 365
Summary: Falling though he was ascending the stairs to his phone and salvation.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Again, fuck you and your disclaimers. However, in this particular piece of writing, that does apply. I wrote this all by mahself.

Stabbed. Stabbed and falling. Whilst passing through the darkened alley on the way to his apartment home, he was attacked by a drunken and stoned teen. Now he felt as though he was falling. Falling though he was ascending the stairs to his phone and salvation.

He pulled his slowly failing legs up the harsh metal stairs, his arms tiring quickly as the stairs were stained red. He tripped, landing hard on his knees, and cried out, hoping someone would hear. Silence was all that greeted the shout, and he grudgingly began moving again, cringing as the pain sliced through him.

Soon his clothes were dripping a steady trail of blood, and it was difficult to grip with his slick hands. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily as he leant against a cold wall. He watched his life blood drain from his body and pool on the stairs below. He knew that his only chance of survival was to reach the phone in his room.

Berating himself for not taking a more populated route he moved towards the sixth floor entryway. His legs dragged behind him as he pushed on the door, hand barely able to turn the metal handle. Pulling his bleeding body inside he slowly travelled towards his apartment, thinking only of the phone on his desk. He was growing weaker by the moment, having lost many litres of blood during his trip.

As he reached the door to his apartment he realised there would be no way he could get inside. His girlfriend had the only key, and she would be gone until four. Realising his fate he sighed and slumped against the door, tears falling from his eyes to his bloodstained chest as he dragged air into failing lungs.

Thoughts rushed through his mind as he took his final breaths. He was to be married, and they were contemplating children. He had gotten a promotion and was going to buy a house for his family. Though now none of this could happen, because this man was now slumped against his apartment door. His blood-slicked hand was clenching the knob as his fading body dripped blood onto the blue carpeted floor.


Again, just something else we had to write in school. We were given a picture that we had to base our stories on, but we weren't allowed to talk to other people (which was hell for two periods), because we may have shared ideas or sommat. I dunno, it was just kinda annoying.

Date: 2006-10-23 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karma-soupra.livejournal.com
Pfft. She would've left him outside anyway. Who wants to clean blood out of the carpet? AND THE BITCH NEVER GETS OFF THE PHONE, SO SHE'D NEVER CALL FOR AN AMBULANCE! Always yap-yap-yapping at her best friend, Sarah, about mindless bollocks and how Jessica's hair was so frizzy last weekend and omg did you see the last episode of Veronica Mars?

He's better off like that.

Date: 2006-10-24 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misskass.livejournal.com
Um... Rightio then. o_______0

Better off dead. Mmkay. *runs*


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