Apple's Stories

Tears

2008-09-22T05:45:15Z

She took a deep breath and the next thing she knew, she was at the bottom of the hill, bawling. In the middle of her perfect, pristine, peaceful, almost loving meadow, all she could do was cry. Not even cries of joy, or happiness, but cries of such agony and anguish, she could feel her heart being ripped out of her chest. She hated when this happened, hated doing this to her meadow. Every time, she felt as if she was ruining the meadow, or somehow taking away some of its peace. But for some reason, she just couldn’t stop. Every time she came to this meadow, she always cried. It was as if the meadow knew what she was going through and knew that this was her only safe haven, so it let her cry as much as she needed.
“Thank you,” she softly whispered.

Wishes part 2.

2008-09-22T04:01:59Z

She wishes that she had someone to talk to. Someone who really cared, and she could really trust. But even more, she wishes that she had a friend who could confide in her. She wishes that she wouldn’t be forgotten, that she could really truly leave a mark on someone. She wishes she could be brave enough to stop comparing herself to other people.

She wishes she could live.

Wishes.

2008-09-22T03:48:56Z

As she lies there she wishes. She wishes that she had the courage to let it all go. All the old feelings, all the bitterness, the pain, the loneliness. The empty, numbness. That’s the worst. For the longest time, she had felt nothing but anger. Then, one day, she felt complete, utter, happiness and peace. Then, she felt nothing. She had been making such progress! She had friends. Friends who actually cared for her, but she still couldn’t help but feel left out. Like she didn’t belong. She’d feel like she really had good friends like any other normal girl, but then she’d look at how her friends interacted and see the difference. How all of her relationships seemed so shallow. Even her friend who had met the rest of her friends at the same time as her, who hadn’t even been that well liked in middle school, who always complained about how nobody ever included her had it! That, connection. That ability to fit in and be at ease with each other.

Wishes

2008-08-28T03:09:37Z

What is it about us that makes us wish we could be trusted?
What makes us so long for someone to be able to see us for who we truly are? And someone who can just look at us and know what’s wrong, or what’s right. What makes us spend our entire life looking for someone to be able to talk to when we need it most, and someone who knows that they can talk to us when they need someone? Then, what makes us so mean when we try to be serious, or we say something that was meant to be a genuine offering and it just gets ignored? Why, if all I have ever been is disappointed, do I persist in my pursuit of finding that person, that best friend?

Questions

2008-04-03T01:21:47Z

“Great dinner mom!” I tell her as we clear the dinner table. She looks surprised by my sudden compliment, and I know she’s pretty shocked that I’m even talking to her, let alone being nice.
“Uh, mom?” I ask. “Can we talk?” The expression on her face goes from shocked to suspicious.

“Of course honey. What’s on your mind?” I could hear the hesitancy in her voice.

“Well, can you tell me a story first?” I blurted out, not really knowing what I was saying. Raziela! What are you doing? Just ask her how..oh I suddenly realized what story I wanted to hear. Thankfully, mom nodded.

I took a deep breath and asked, “Mom, can you tell me how you met dad?”

I watched her face as her expression turned from curiosity to surprise, and from surprise to pain. I turned away, realizing that it was a really bad idea to ask her.

“You don’t-”

“No, it’s ok.” She said. Then she took a deep breath and began her tale.

Beginning [64K Challenge]

2008-03-29T21:27:11Z

It all begins with the ending anyway, so why fret over the loss?

Spiraling out of Control

2008-03-24T05:09:12Z

“What?” I asked in shock.

“I was getting breakfast this morning and when I walked into the cafe, she was there with Mendez. She looked like she was having a pretty good time too, they were laughing like crazy when I left.”

My head started spinning.

“And as much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news, they kept whispering back and forth to each other, and after everything he said to her, she’d start blushing and giggling.”

Did I say spinning? More like spiraling out of control. And now it’s collapsing in on me. oh crap I thought right before i hit the ground.

Pondering in the garden

2008-03-24T03:59:37Z

Ya know, I thought, for this being a town full of cute little people, i sure haven’t found any cute guys.

“Razi dear! Where have you run off to this time? It’s nearly time for dinner. Come on in honey,” I heard my mother shout.

Maybe she’ll know how to find a cute guy. I should ask. But, do i really want to go talk to her? No. But I probably should shouldn’t I? And as I sat there debating whether or not I actually wanted to talk to my family today, I saw a guy walk by the yard. He stopped and looked in my direction. At first I was scared that he had seen me, but then I remembered that I was too well hidden. He had a weird look on his face though, as if he was looking for something, or someone. it’s a really cute face though, I thought. I wonder who he is, I don’t remember seeing him before, and I think i would have remembered that face. Oh well, I guess it’s time to go in for dinner. I think I will ask my mom for her guy advice.

And on that note, I left the garden and the guy and went inside.

Freedom to be You

2008-03-22T19:16:22Z

She was sitting by the pond, pondering how she should handle the news of her big brother’s addiction. He had always been such an inspiration to her, such a role model, and now all she felt that all she had ever thought about him was wrong. She was his baby sister! She needed someone to look up to. Right?

Wrong, Ayah. she realized. You don’t need someone else to tell you what to do, or what kind of person you should be. What you need is to be you. Uniquely you. That’s why your parents named you Ayah in the first place! They didn’t want you to feel like you were just another Emily or Julia. They wanted you to be free and unique. Free to be yourself! Free to be who YOU want to be, not who-

“Ayah? Are you out here?” She heard her brother say.

She stood up and started towards him, knowing what she had to do.

She was now free.

Sparky and Earl.

2008-03-22T18:48:12Z

At the beginning of time, there was a caveman. His name was Sparky. Now this caveman was a very peculiar fellow, as he was always bored, so he was always imagining these crazy things that happened, but hadn’t really happened.

You see, Sparky had a friend named Earl who was very clever. He came up with all sorts of words, and then Sparky would use these words to make up stories. However, everyone else in the cave thought that they were both mad, because they didn’t live by the common rules of cavemanness. So the rest of the caveman tribe kicked them out and told them never to come back here again.

While Sparky and Earl were pondering how they were going to live now that they were in exile, Sparky wrote a story.

In the pretty little town called Gethsemene.

2008-03-22T17:51:02Z

It was about 200 years from now, in the little town called Gethsemene. The world was basically the same as it is now, with just a few little improvements in technology and science. And then, of course, there was the increase in the number of crazy people wanting to take over the world and kill everyone. But not in Gethsemene.

Gethsemene was a pretty little town with tons of pretty little people living there. It is often said to be the prettiest little town in all of the world, and the people there are very lucky people indeed. There was a gorgeous fountain in the center of the town. Right next to the fountain was a very handsome lake, surrounded by stunning mountains. The houses in Gethsemene were very quaint little houses, all in rows on streets with names like Honey Lane, and Sunny Street. There was one house in particular that seems just like any other house, with people just like the others inside. It is in this house that our story begins.