Emotes' Stories

Bored and vexed

2008-05-14T19:41:52Z

Dear Ficleteers,
I will not be able o get on for awhile.. I broke my collar bone… no I do NOT want pity or sympathy..it is actually a funny story. In PE we were doing a CC/freeze tag. You have to tag the person in front of you. I was going onto my 3rd person I lunged tagged him but I twisted my ankle and landed on the back of his foot. I was flipped in the air and landed on my shoulder and collar bone and skidded. Then I smashed my head on the asphalt and then my back and then scraped up my leg. I didn’t know I broke it;I was moving my arm up,down and in circles. You shouldn’t do it..ow. Yah, I didn’t cry..and I was actually quite calm when he told me I broke it and what I should do. So we walked back to school-the track wasn’t close. Hills, rocks, and streams. Yah so when I waited for my parents I was telling jokes and storiesThough it hurt to laugh! But yah I get out of swim team and field day. It takes 8 weeks to fix.Heck, I get high off awesome painkillers!lmao!Though now I’m bored and want it off.lmao

Poor unfornate soul

2008-04-26T16:06:41Z

Dear Echo,
I pray for non-corny soul. You are the liar. And I have the note as proof. Good people of Ficlet, I will save you from the one that abuses the name of Corny!
The corniest will win!
Cornier than Echo,
Emotes

Engravings on a Silver Cross

2008-03-19T22:11:39Z

The door creaked open, bathing the night stained yard with an orange glow. As quickly as the light came it was gone. Yet the night had a new visitor. She stood trembling in the cool breeze. Her sheer night gown danced around her legs. She looked about quickly before nmbly jumping onto the dewy grass. It tickled her feet as she ran. Once or twice her head turned toward the place she was fleeing, but no more. On and on she went, till her breath came in ragged gasps and the persperation chilled on her face. Only then did her slight body crumple to the ground. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly. A barking cough shook her like a wind on a dead leaf. Blood bubbled up from her gaping mouth as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth opened and shut trying to gulp air even as her throat constricted. Soon she lay still and the heavens cried out. Drops of rain fell like stones. They splashed on a silver cross, engravings broke the smooth surface. The chain sunk into the muddy ground.Her soul now departed.

Lost Souls

2008-02-09T13:49:59Z

Amid broken glass,
in chapel dark,
a shadow sits.
With tear-stained cheeks.
He clutches a rose to his bare chest.
Eyes to heaven.
World fading.
He himself is forgotten.
A fallen cherub.
The world passes him by.
Empty walls cradle him.
Skin cracked like fallen leaves.
He sighs with broken wings.
And dancing candles.
Rusty chains of lives now ceased.
Amid broken glass,
in chapel dark.
There are beating hearts.
though broken,
live.
Don’t let them fade away.

Frost Peacock{3}

2008-02-09T13:26:33Z

Eventually, it stopped. My home was turned upside. Transformed into an alien surrounding. The Blood Snow still fell but softer now as if the sky’s wound was out of blood. Slowly I crept from the out of my hole like a timid animal. I looked up at the sky. The swirling mass of gray was calmed. I stuck out my tongue to catch some of th red snow. It melted on my tongue leaving the taste of snow and the metallic blood flavor. I quickly spit it out. Shuddered hoping it wasn’t poisonous. I looked at the horizon everything was still. I began to trudge in the direction of home. At least I thought it was right. I knew something was wrong when eery music floated to my ears.

Frost Peacock{2}

2008-02-04T01:29:55Z

The pen scratched away.
My name is Ixy the Snow People’s word for Icicle Dove.
It all started when the Blood Snow fell. It is a blizzard of red snow that happens every thousand years. I was out gathering frost berries, when the sky rained blood. I ran for my life, but of course I couldn’t get home. My white country turned red. I got covered with it. My people’s snow, icicle blue, and silver hair is famous. I sport the snow white hair. But now it was turned a sunset pink. My snow rabbit cloak was also stained. It dripped in my eyes. Trickled in my throat and nose choking me. And I felt it slime down my spine. I found a small cave. Wiping my eyes I curled up and waited. The pen wrote.

Happy Thoughts

2008-01-27T20:21:38Z

She slapped herself till her cheek stung and turned her eyes from the door. Stop it! Get a grip! You are just paranoid. Her brain lied to her. Shadows moving in your dreams! She took deep breathes. Feeling her heart slowing from the pace of a hummingbird’s wings to a much more steady beat. Ok now. Focus. We need to find it. It will be here. Her mind kept coming up with down-to-earth tasks to quench the creeping fear. She concentrated on walking, as she placed one foot in front of the other like a two year old. They creaked agonizingly loud in the heavy silence.
“I can do this!” She said aloud. Her voice souned frail and small as it echoed back to her ears. Silence returned. “Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts! Is a little bit of pixie dust
The dust is a positive must
You can fly! You can fly!
You can fly! You can fly!
When there’s a smile in your heart
There’s no better time to start
It’s a very simple plan…. I thought this was a simple plan!” Her heart beat raced. She turned around as…

Bubbles and Shells

2008-01-20T23:39:06Z

What is in a bubble?
One may ask,
with innocent eye.
A world?
Of mystery and magical life?
Or just a bubble?
Nothing more.
What am I?
One may ask,
with innocent eye.
A human?
Of love and life?
Or just a bubble of nothing?
Just a shell.

Frost Peacock

2008-01-19T21:02:02Z

For most of my life I never believed there was nothing in the snow regions of my home. Well, anything “magical”. I knew of snow leapords, polar bears, snow foxes, and white seals, etc. But I was so wrong. All I thought about was getting away from the frozen wasteland. Monotonus white everywhere you turned. That seared your eyes in the light and confused you in the dark. And the cold, the burning cold. You couldn’t tell if you still had every part of you, ‘cause you were numb. Anyway, enough about the land, what I am telling you is the story of my slavery and the horrible mistake, I made. Let me start from the begginng. The pen scrawled on the cracked parchment. The candle light flickered on ice walls. Chilled tears splashed on the ink.

New Customer

2008-01-19T00:42:28Z

She rubbed her hands nervously and kept glancing around her before she crossed the street so she could have fortune told. She was new to this town and felt like she was the odd man out. What she needed was to know if she ever feel accepted or just run away again. Her trainers stopped on the doorstep. She scuffed her worn sole on the ground before entering. Once she stepped through the door, it was like entering another world, one of magic and mystery. The girl peered from behind her red hair that fell in lazy ringlets around her freckled face. Timidly, with her arms wrapped tightly against her, she ventured in deeper, her shoes squeaked softly on the black tile.
“Hello, anybody here?” She said her voice barely above a whisper. She chewed her bottom lip and tasted the cherry lip balm. Her green cat-like eyes scanned her surroundings with mischevious glinting though her personna displayed the her frightened side. The dim light cast weird shadows everywhere. Maybe she’s not here. She thought.(hope this’ ok)

Stony fangs

2007-12-24T19:33:10Z

They lay on the old church’s roof. The spires towered above them. Their bodies were lit by the moon. One stirred, his smile flashed brilliantly in the light.
“Helena, you know gargoyles are live.”
“Shut up, Jasper. You are the worst liar.” Helena said as she pushed him.
“Ok now I am insulted!” He laughed.
“Liar!”
“Whatever.” He chuckled. Helena looked back up at the moon. Then at the gargoyle that sat beside her. In the light of the moon, he did seem alive. She shuddered and moved closer to Jasper. He looked down at her. His handsome face looked like an angel.
“Hel?”
“Yah.”
“Gargoyles are real. Trust me.” The way he said it made her look up. He looked serious.
“O,ok.”
“Hel?”
“Hmm”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jasper reached down and kissed her. She held onto him. When they pulled away she was dizzy. “Lets go.” They began to climb down. As Helena looked once more at the gargoyle, he turned his head and bared his stony fangs in a smile. She gasped and blinked but everything was normal.

Tears and Horns

2007-12-24T15:56:19Z

She peeked over the top of the stall. His long white mane was dirty and matted with hay woven in, while his coat shone dully and his fur unkempt. His black eyes were weary and sad. While his horn pulsed with a dying light. Her heartbroke. She ducked down again as tears blurred her vision. His face was..she couldn’t think about it. She remembred when she first saw him. How majestic he was. Why did she have to take away his freedom? She tiptoed into the tack room, where a rope hung limply. She walked back to his stall. Her heart beat in her chest trying to break free and throbbed in her ears. Her breath quickened as she unlatched his stall and slipped. He snorted in question, as she tied to coarse rope on his soft neck. Gently she led him outside and into the meadow. The rope dropped from his neck.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted a friend. But I will be alone forever in slavery. Go!” She whispered through her tears. He trotted, then looked back.
“I will be back for you.” He said before galloping away.

Behind the Door

2007-12-24T15:23:49Z

Her feet padded quietly on the ground. She glanced uneasily behind her at the quivering shadows. She pushed the old door open, it creaked loudly. Clenching her teeth and breathing hard, she stepped into the darkness behind the door. Her eyes opened….......
(anyone wanna finish this?)

True Love

2007-12-24T15:16:22Z

He held her close. His grip tightened he won’t let her go ever.

Fairy Tales

2007-12-22T03:18:00Z

His fury is uncontrolable like lightining.Help me! Save me! I don’t know where to turn! Whom to trust! Whom to love. Help me, save me. A girl quietly sobbed. Her satin dress was stained with blood, from her last abuse. Her tears were being caught by her pillow. Her blood was flowing, taking her strength with it. Her eyes were closing. Her lips were cracked with gore. If only life had a happy ending. Like in fairy tales. If only she had a prince charming, before her last blood cell has dropped….