confusified's Stories

Barrier

2008-09-25T05:52:59Z

They could relate on many levels. But to them, they couldn’t. All the children in the room looked at each other. They didn’t know how any of them could relate. Each separate in some form or another.
We broke the barrier. Once we did, they began to get along. They could see what they had in common. Nothing mattered any more.

What was the barrier that was broken?

Memory

2008-09-21T06:32:08Z

I never should have asked my mother about my childhood friends. She gave me the real scoop about them… I didn’t need to know some of it… Like how the nice man from the gym was really weird… I don’t know. Maybe some memories need to stay in a happy form. The innocence of the thought is what makes you look back on the memory and smile.

This is not a story.

2008-09-13T18:17:04Z

Your not the only one who can feel like that. It’s not the same anymore… maybe it’s just me not trying or overreacting. I can’t be sure. It hurts. How long did I cry? I couldn’t really tell. When you cry time passes slower than it does when you just sit in a gloomy room thinking about all the things you did wrong. I tried to tell you. You ignored me. I’m a suicide risk.
Just thought you’d like to know.

why would I?

2008-08-14T08:09:37Z

We were in front of Chelsea’s house and the light was on. Jordan wanted me to do something to my friend’s beloved object for a reason he wouldn’t share.
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“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” I asked.
“Just do it,” Jordan told me grinning.
I laughed sarcastically,”No.”
“Come on.”
“NO. But maybe I’d do it if you told me why you want to do this.” The thought made me smile.
Jordan gave me a look of annoyance and shook is head until he turned around and shoved it toward me, “Come on. On the count of three. One.. Two… Three!”
Jordan chucked the pie at the car and ducked behind the bush and I did the same.
“There now, that wasn’t too bad was it?” He asked.
“I think we better leave before Chelsea finds us throwing pies at her new car.”

Now whose laughing?

2008-08-14T08:08:36Z

‘As I sit here and write this to you, I am afraid that by the time this entire event is over, you and I shall be no more. No more but pure memories and in time we shall be forgotten.
Nothing more than 2 souls who should have been together but could not becuase of cruel fate, war, and agony. I’m sorry love, but I couldnt save you from this.’

He put the letter in the envelope and told the messenger boy to delever it to his the maiden, telling him it was urgent to get there before the enemy arrived. The young boy nodded and rode off.
Joshua had always been brave but now-now he didnt know what to do. He had failed. He looked at him self in the mirror and saw that the scar left there from his childhood was fading, it had such a great signifigance that the world would never be able to know now…
He decided something in his mind quickly and scribbled something down. He heard horses aproaching and men’s voices. Joshua grabbed his sword and plunged it into this chest and cackled, “Now whose laughing?”

Stuck in a rut

2008-08-14T07:49:46Z

The women at table 5 wants a napkin. The man at the counter third down from the smoker is just sitting and drinking water. And the family in the booth by the water fountain is making a mess with their cheerio and orange juice mess.
Ugh. My life. This place. I havent been able to get out of this life. I wish I could leave. Same thing everyday. Nothing new. Nothing.

ring

“Excuse me, Miss?” Someone asked.

I turned around from my day dreaming to see this middle aged man with brilliant green eyes.
“Um, sorry.” I said looking down. I took the check and cash from his hand and put the money in the cash register. He looked at me for a minute before he turned to leave.
Just as he was about to open the door a man in a ski mask ran in and held a gun up to my face.
Very darkly he told me, “Give me all the money and no one gets hurt.”
I froze. Mr. Green eyes slowly pulled up a gun of his own.

thought

2008-05-10T19:13:40Z

Getting Stepped on

2008-04-29T05:21:36Z

“If I had come to this place sooner…” I groaned to my friend Emily as I rubbed my feet.
“Why would it have mattered?” She questioned.
“Well, for one thing,” I started, “People wouldn’t step on me by the lockers.”
Emily laughed, “Everyone gets stepped on over by the lockers!”
“Not Ian.”
“He’s like, 7 feet tall.” I said.
“That is an exaggeration. He’s only 6 foot 2.” Emily said rolling her eyes.
“What ever! But hopefully I get taller and the people that step upon my poor feet will get nicer.”

The first letter

2008-04-29T05:09:24Z

Dear Dad,
Life without you here… its tough. Mom has been staying out really late. I have to take care of Jason and Maddie when that happens. I wish you didn’t have to be away… I wish things were back to normal and I could be with you in my room.
Today I heard something about Jason and Maddie having to live with Uncle Scott. I don’t want to be here alone with mom. It’s really lonely without some company my age or someone I look up to, like you. I cried last night. I missed you so much, and when I looked at the stars… I wondered how they could still be that bright in the sky while something so horrible is going on. I don’t care how you always said God will protect me, God is dead to me.
I hope you are safe. Please respond. It’s getting harder to live…

Matthias

Awful Sequel

2008-04-13T04:52:32Z

Although it looked ordinary at first, something deffinately wasn’t right. As I looked at my mom and dad that morning I realized that something had changed last night. Normally when they fight it ends up with one of them crying or something, I always thought it was a waste of time… and tears. However this time it had been different. Mom came out the next morning looking as if there had been no fight last night and dad just sat there at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee. As I went to inquire with my sister as to what was happening, mom stopped me and told me some awful news… Dad was going to Iraq as an alternative to a divorce. Wow… War. Seemed worse than an awful divorce. What if Dad never came back?

10 things

2008-03-19T03:29:19Z

10 things to do before i am gone:

1)go to college
2)milk a cow
3)Live in another country (preferebly england)
4) learn french
5)fall in love
6)Have kids
7)Pray every morning
8)live in new jersey again
9)Have a career
10)have fun

What the World Needs Challenge

2008-03-14T03:41:06Z

The world needs to learn to love thy neighbor as they self and to stop hating people for the out side. Learn to love someone for who they are rather than the first meeting.
The world need to know how to stop when they are ahead and not start something that needn’t be started.
The world needs is for people to not look down upon another for their status or their appearence. Are we not all equal?

Short. But if you can think of more sequal. Top and bottom kinda relate…

My fear

2008-03-14T03:35:58Z

Ok, this is my shot at this. dont laugh.
I lay awake at night sometimes and wonder about my faith. Its a bad thing to do becuase I know Jesus died to save me but I wonder where I”m going if Jesus isnt real. I’m sounding like I dont believe, but I am a christian in more ways than one (hehe keegan) and I just get scared about it sometimes.
So my fear is not knowing whats after this life. Jesus is going to save the world so I need to get over this fear….

my boring day

2008-03-11T04:31:05Z

i dont know what this “international awesomenees day” is but ill write bucuase i have nothing else to do.

science- i was able to finsih the section 3 worsheet when mr. bailey gave it to me while mr. bailey was talking about day light savings time and forks.

history-ms. hill was really thorough with explainign stuff. accredidation

english-i hate these shakespeare projects. i dont know what to do half the time and it gets my grade down low

bible- hey camille! were in second place by three hundred points! this game isnt as exciting as the last one

math- not bad…. got to do homework cuz we finished the lesson early

camille- can u bring that cd tomorrow? and that book? lol, sounds like alot but idk…

george- yea i was texting u alot today. hehe.

and thats all. why do i come on ficlets? u ppl update all the time but i dont.

The sad day.

2008-02-23T04:15:10Z

There once was an acorn named geroge. George loved eating peanut butter at the ocean. It made him feel special. But one day his analouge clock didnt work becuase peanut butter had gotten stuck in his clock… it made him feel mad. So he threw thermometer at it and the glass shards flew everywhere! One even landed in his eye, so george go verry mad and threw his glasses at the now broken thermometer and went eternally blind.
George now begs for money in front of shoprite.