A-Chan

This just came to me. I've never doen this before, and because most of my writing is long and boring, I thought I'd give it a try. I just gave myself ten minutes to create a short story/description of a situation. It's not very good, probably because it's my first time doing such an exercise. If you want you can do this for yourself, but that's entirely up to you. Also, this is fiction, for anybody that's wondering.

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It’s ten past midnight and he still hasn’t called. I turn over in bed, cellphone in hand, and wait while the seconds tick by. Not a sound can be heard except my own racing thoughts. What could be keeping him? I think to myself in the shrouded silence. Not a single answer comes to mind. I do what’s natural in this situation, I worry. Has something happened to him? I think to myself, turning once again to stare at my alarm clock. Eleven past midnight, and still nothing. I sigh deeply, and turn over a thrid time. This time I stare up at the blackened ceiling. My room is dark. I think to myself, trying to keep my thoughts from wandering too far. But then again, so is he. His long dark hair and greyish blue eyes stare back at me from so very far away. I wish he was here to keep me warm. Time passes so slowly when you’re impatient; fifteen past midnight.
Maybe I should call him. I think to myself, bringing up his number in my address book. I rarely phone so late at night, especially when there’s school in the morning. I begin to dial in the number, but hesitate on the last few. What if he just forgot and fell asleep? It seems unlikely, considering he’s a nightowl. Maybe I’ll try it again. This time I manage to finish dialing, and I let it ring about 6 times before I give up. No answer. Where could he be? Determined this time to find out where he is, I dial again. It’s twenty past midnight and still no answer. I dial again, and this time someone picks up.
“Hello?” I call into the silence. Nothing. I listen carefully. This time I can hear some breathing on the other end. My heart jumps inside me. Maybe he’s hurt! I begin to panic, and I say his name over and over. Still the breathing. I listen again, because this time something is different. I hear another breath, and suddenly I understand. You stupid fucking son of a bitch. The shit-stain is cheating on me, go figure. I never would have guessed that such a beautiful, honest person would do such a dirty thing. Still I wonder. Thirty minutes past midnight. Tears stream down my face, creating little streams of envy. Not once did he ever make love to me. I put down the electronic device and curl up in my covers. But still, I wonder who’s keeping him?

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DreamWalker

Ooooooooooh. I read over again, and I had "The Thunder Rolls" in the background. I love it. Brilliant! Top HOLE! Cherrio, and what not!
........Got any more?

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Lethal

Good Idea... I think I'll give it a go.

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The definition of love is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. Something, that is damn near impossible to feel all at once, but simple to feel separately. I don’t think its possible for someone at a young age to feel love; our bodies just aren’t capable enough to fathom this.

What do you feel when you look at the person you love? Do you feel Lust, kindness, or is it a feeling you can’t explain? I personally don’t think I’ve ever felt the true meaning of love. Sure, people have turned me on, and I’ve been attracted to personalities, but I haven’t found that one special person. Why is this? Maybe I set my expectations too high and I want the perfect person, I want someone with a beautiful face, a great body and an excellent personality. But, the problem is, I’m not the type of person that gets people like that. I’m quirky, weird, intelligent, and not very handsome. I’m the type of person you walk by on the side of the street and don’t even think sideways about.

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Well, my time limit ended there. I'll see if I'll finish up. I can never think up good conlusions.

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A-Chan

Aww, love! *gets all warm inside*

In response to it (even though it's short and could be fiction) I personally have fallen in love.. and no he wasn't perfect. He had high expectations. I think once you begin to really like somebody you lower your expectations, or for some reason they become better than what you were originally looking for.

DreamWalker: Unfortunatly I don't have anymore, lol. Personally I don't think it was that great.. it just doesn't make me get that tingly feeling in the back of my neck like so many others do.

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DreamWalker

I know how you feel there, Chan. I usually don;t tend to like my writing as I do most others. terry Goodkind, for example (he's my favorite author and I'll talk about him a lot) has painted a certain picture in my head, and I now think all stories should be like his; drama-packed, adrenaline-packed action, romance, great characters, etc...I just don't feel like mine can compete with his.
...But I love to write, so I continue to do so.
><><And as for the love thing, I don't think we lowerour expectations, we change them to something better, as if we didn't realise what perfection is until we meet the certain person. I, for one, didn't fall for my Stella until she was sick. We were both in a play together, and she had the flu. She was standing there, looking for the worse, but she was still uplifting. That's when I said to myself, "My God, she's wonderful,"

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A-Chan

Change is a good word, thank you. I was thinking that lower doesn't quite fit what I was trying to say, lol.

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