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Post by urithraviel on Mar 21, 2008 11:58:07 GMT -5
Okay girls. The underlined words can be changed if you copy the story and paste it on Word. Go to Edit, down to Replace, put the underlined in the find what and what you want in the replace with. Get it? Got it? Good! Let's begin! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I'll finally get the scoop on Peace." You whispered into your recorder. The light from the Paper Lantern's kitchen cast a orange glow into the filthy damp alley you were hiding in. The ruckus of clashing pots and pans, the dishes, clinging silver wear, and Chinese spilled out into the alley bouncing off the walls surrounding you. If only you could get a little closer. "He's cooking." You reported to your recorder, peeking at him from behind the dumpster. You pressed your thick framed black glasses to your face, although they did nothing for your sight, you felt more professional with them on. Your stomach growled as the smell of fried rice snuck out into the alley. You licked your lips. You could've went in and ordered, but then he'd surely spot you and kick out. Over a few short months you had went from nonexistent to that annoying reporter wannabe. "At least he knows I'm alive." You scoff. His red streaked hair was pulled back into a pony tail revealing his defined clenched jawline. He stared at the rice, eyes cold with anger. You clicked the recorder, "Could it be over Magenta's new boyfriend, Zach?" His face glistened from the steam. Your mouth hung slightly open as your eyes followed his neck, Adam's apple, goosebumps spread over your arms. His well formed chest and muscles under that black tight shirt. "Those biceps."You whisper almost in pain. Down to his flame painted wrists, carefully craftily stirring the rice in the pan. You HAD to take a picture. You lifted your camera, focused on the the beautiful creature, and CLICK! His face turned. Oh Shit! You duck behind the dumpster holding your breath while your heart drummed furiously under your shirt. comments, at least one, or I won't write.
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 21, 2008 12:59:25 GMT -5
Seconds turned into minutes, but you didn't move until you heard him speak. It was time to go. You had plenty to construct some kind of story. It was time to go, but your legs wouldn't budges. You stood slowly, wondering what the hell was wrong with your legs when you noticed, the black clothed figured standing before you. Your legs began to move but he was much quicker than you. His hand wrapped completly around your arm, making you feel puny, and helpless. You never noticed till now, how much bigger he was then you. Nausea crept up and your legs were melting. Why the hell didn't you leave? Damn! His grip tightened and a any attempts to put on a tough facade faded as a whimper escaped your throat. "What are you doing here?" His voice was deep, low, and...sexy?
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 21, 2008 13:00:49 GMT -5
REPLY! PLEASE!
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Post by Ondra on Mar 21, 2008 17:27:41 GMT -5
Ok, this looks pretty humorous!! I would love to read more. Oh, and is this posted on fanfiction.net. If it is I would love to add it to my story alert!!
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 21, 2008 18:01:52 GMT -5
No, I'll probably finish it here before fanfiction.net. Thanks for the reply. Now, I can finish!
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 21, 2008 18:28:31 GMT -5
He smelt of smoke, not the cigarrett kind, but the wild fire that held its own personal musk. You were surrounded by it, your hold body trembled. Your eyes couldn't hold his piercing gaze for too long, they fell to shirt, no not better, then his pants, that was even worse! As you shook your head you felt a sharp pain as your back hit the alley wall. Your mouth opened to find words that could ease his anger but your mind kept coming up blank. "I said what are you doing here?" He inched closer almost erasing all space. It was too much Warren for you. You could feel your body beginning to change, like needels running across your skin. What was happening? Warren's face soften as he noticed your eye color started to brighten. "Hey! What's going on here?" A stranger from the street was making his way towards you. Warren turned, ready to tell to do-gooder to back the hell off, when you snapped back, thinking quick you kneed him right in the groin and took off the moment his grip loosened. Your body was hot and cold, shaking terribly. This was bad. Top reporters were not supposed to get caught. You glance back to see if he was following. No. There was no one. But you couldn't stop yet, you had to make it back home. Once there, you fell upon your bed, heart still racing a mile a minute. You pick up your battered diary and flip to any open page. "Dear Diary, Warren" you erase his name and replace it with Peace. You hadn't called him Warren since the whole Valentines Day incident. After that, his named turned into Peace, or when you were angry, Sexy Bastard. "Dear Diary, Peace caught me, he actually touched me, not skin to skin, cause I wore long sleeves but the point is we were in the alley, all alone and then I think my powers started. I don't know how or why but I had this prickly feeling all over me. I suspect it was because I was so close to him and he smelled so good, so dangerous, I just wanted to" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! your screamed filled your room as you noticed that your hand and pencil was invisible. They were completly gone! Only the words you wrote on your paper appeared. You run to the closest mirror as fast as you can and it confirms it. Your invisible. You check your clock. It read 10:39. It was too late to do anything now, but tomorrow was a brand new day. A smile spread across your clear face. A brand new day with Warren Peace.
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Post by Ondra on Mar 21, 2008 22:46:53 GMT -5
Good job....
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 22, 2008 0:23:48 GMT -5
I just realized I can't do the underline part without starting a new post. sorry.
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Post by .:*:Becka:*:. on Mar 27, 2008 2:59:46 GMT -5
that is very humorous haha, i couldnt help but to giggle... good job i love it... i really like a story with some good humour in it... looking forward to reading the rest of it and hopefully u will finish the story...
GOOD JOB!!! :-)
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 29, 2008 15:14:55 GMT -5
It had taken hours for you to control your new found power but by one thirty you had it down packed. You jumped under your covers once satisfied and sleep for barely five hours before you wake up in bed. The sky was a purple pink as the night faded away. You could even see some stars left on the dark horizon. You shower and quickly pull on your clothes. You could barely keep yourself still as you at your breakfast waiting for the yellow bus to drive past your house. "What's up with you today?" Your mom questions, seeing you so jittery. You smile nervously. Should you tell her the great news. No, she could find out later. "Nothing, just want to get to school." "That's a first. Oh, yeah, honey. I'm gonna be heading up to New York today, I won't make it back till Friday." Your mom was an accounting consultant, who had money to burn. You lived in the richest neighborhoods in Maxville, but you didn't brag about it. It was a huge victorian house with too many rooms for a small family of three. Since your mom was always traveling and your elder brother, John, headed off to college, the house was cold, unwelcoming, and silent. To escape your own sad life, you indulged in others, secretly. You tried to keep yourself busy by listening to the newsreport on the radio but the guy's voice was as attractive as nails on chalkboard. "And we're expected an extreme thunderstorm to pass sometime later in the afternoon, close to three o'clock." The flash of yellow outside caught your eye, and you dashed to the door. It was the bus and try as you might, you couldn't erase that stupid giddy smile off your face as you sat down in the back. You stare out the window as your seatbelts strap across your body and head off towards Sky High. It felt like the first day of school all over. Your stomache was quivering, worst than any case butterflies you had experienced. You head up the stairs ignoring everyone and everything until you get to your locker. You pull out your books and crap and head towards your first period class. Superhero history. That would be the perfect class to catch up on your sleep. He always started the class off with book work and then directed his attention towards his laptop only stopping to rise for the Pledge of Allegiance. You sigh, excited only to get to the lunch, where you would see Warren, then after that you had Mad Science with him. You check your watch, you were gonna be late if-there he was. You stopped in your tracks. You didn't expect to see him so early in the day. His first class was not even on this floor. You bite your lip remembering the events of last night. He caught you staring, and his eyes narrowed. Ah shit. You turn opposite direction hoping that he hadn't seen you. "Hey!" You turned around. He was walking towards you. Keep your cool. You continue walking, picking up the pace. You didn't want to be seen running down the hall like a mad woman so you turn the corner and head down the stairs. The bell rang! Good, maybe he'd head for class instead of chasing after you. You stop at the bottom of one stair case. Was it safe? You peek around the corner. There was no one there. Whew! You head back up when you see him come around the corner with a look of death in his eyes. Damn! You fly down the stairs hearing him yelling your name. Why you? You skid to a stop and hide behind a wall. It was time for you to disappear. You hold up your hand and watch as it slowly vanishes, but your shirt remained. Damn! what use was it if everyone can see your clothing. "C'mon!" you whisper. Its working. His footsteps are too close. You're too late. He turns onto your corner and stops. Your standing right beside him and he doesn't notice. You dare not breath or move an inch as he eyes the area suspiciously. Then he turns straight towards you. You staring into his eyes, but what is he staring at? He shakes his head in frustration and heads back. He didn't see you! He didn't see anything! You do a silent jig then quickly before you lose him, follow him back up the stairs. You watch his body as he moves up the steps with a devilish grin on your face. You could give him a nice slap on the ass but then there was no doubt he'd catch you. There would have to be some kind of party of crowd so he didn't notice. As you were thinking what to do, you heard footsteps headed down the stairs. Was it a hall moniter? You watch as long legs come down. It was Gwen. Why was she smiling like that. "Are you okay, Warren." He looked at her, and ignored her completly. You didn't like the way she was smiling. He walked past her and you could see the anger in her face. "You know, I've been wanting to talk to you, for a long time." He stopped and turned. "Really?" He eyed her suspicously. Maybe she had a dagger behind her back. "Yeah, talk to you alone." She stepped closer and ran a finger down his chest. What the hell. You were ready to knock her unconscience with your invisible bag. He kept eye contact. He opened his mouth to speak but Gwen covered it with hers. Your mouth dropped open and after the first three seconds you were ready to kill. But you didn't move. How could he not stop her? She tried to take over the school just a couple of months ago? How could he enjoy it? You stared at him not knowing what to do. He pulled her back when he had enough. "Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked her. Her face went flat. Then she decided he must be picking on her. "We should talk again, after school." He raised an eyebrow but didn't answer. Instead he turned and went back to class. You silently crept passed them bubbling with anger. You had work to do.
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Post by Ondra on Mar 29, 2008 17:31:32 GMT -5
Nice job, Update please!!!
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Post by Cindy on Mar 29, 2008 19:06:46 GMT -5
great job!!!! can you please update
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 30, 2008 0:39:46 GMT -5
Thanks.
You watched Gwen stare at Warren as he left. Who the hell does she think she is? You follow her soundlessly as she starts toward her classroom. Forget Superheroe History, you've got to teach this heifer a lesson. What was this sudden attraction to Warren. It was insane, she couldn't make up her mind, did she want Will, Warren, Coach Boomer. Maybe she was just a skank. You follow her into the Mad Science classroom. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Medulla, I got caught up in the hall with another student." "Or maybe hiding an explosive in the cafeteria." She gave a nervous chuckle and quickly found her seat, right next to Penny. "Where were you?" Penny asked immediately wanting gossip. "Guess." Gwen smiled. Penny searched her face but couldn't find a clue. She shrugged her shoulders. "Warren Peace." Penny's mouth curled into a smile. "What did you do?" Gwen shook her head teasingly and Penny squealed. A stern look from Mr. Medulla silenced them. Once he turned back to his board, Gwen leaned over and whispered to Penny. "We kissed." That was such a lie! He didn't kiss her back, it wasn't 'we' and was 'I'! "He said we'll meet sometime after school." That lying piece of %$@?!*. "Wow, that was quick." "Yep, and after tonight, I'll have him drooling over my shoes." What? You couldn't control yourself. Your hand reaches out and grabs a handful of brown hair. Gwen's scream filled the class as you tug hard pulling her off her stool. Her legs go straight up over her head and you jump back before she lands on you. She looks around crazily, knowing that she felt someone pull her hair but there was no one around. She scrambles on the floor and the stares stop and the fingers point. Laughter fills the class as Gwen notices the strands of hair on the ground. "MY HAIR!" More laughter. You sneak towards the door while Gwen hold's everyone's attention. Once outside you let out a sigh of relief. But the anger was only halfway gone. Did she really have plans for Warren. And if so, would he agree to them. You couldn't imagine them walking down the hall, hand in hand. The anger was back all over again. You had to let everyone know what kind of person Gwen was. You eye her gray-blue locker artistically. Where should you put your message? You start at the top, the orange complimenting the blue perfectly making the words stand out even more. You even shadow the letters giving it a cool 3D effect. With a smile, you place the top back on your sharpie and take a step back to read the beautiful art.
Gwen Grayson is a Crack Whore. Wonder why her eyes are so big? Crack! Side effects include swollen face. Her forehead's so big she tries to hide it with those hideous bangs and her breath smells like something that crawled up an elephant's ass and died, then she had it for breakfast. Beware student's Gwen Grayson is carrying Whoreitosis and it's super contagious. If she tries to get you alone in a room or in a stairwell, RUN LIKE HELL. Gwen Grayson: SKY HIGH WHORE!
You bit your lip. It was a bit harsh. You had been blinding by anger. You stare. Oh well, its too late now, you wrote it in permanent marker. Anyways, you were invisible, nobody would find out it was you, you try to assure yourself. You were doing everyone a great favor, especially Warren. If they didn't know then, they sure as heck knew now. You flush the markers down the toilet to erase any possible chance of them finding the markers and then searching for fingerprints. You turn visible and straighten yourself out in the mirror. The bell rang and your heart beat was back up. Two more classes then lunch. Warren would be at lunch. You could go invisible and watch him eat the whole period. You almost skip, but then you notice the crowd around Gwen's locker, ooohs and laughter. Gwen's voice came from the center of the crowd. "WHO WROTE THIS?" The crowd of students seemed to part leaving you in the middle. But her eyes weren't on you. Not you, Sky High's honor student, news reported, timid, rich girl. Gwen's eyes were blood red and her face even more swollen which added to the humor of it all. "WHO WROTE THIS?" You look around at the faces that are glancing around at each. Everyone looking at each other. No one knew! You smile to yourself keeping that sympathetic facade on your face. Suddenly, Principal Powers is standing behind her and all feelings of mischief and humor fly away. Was it that serious? Did the Principal need to get involved? Shit! You stare, dumbfounded, slightly dizzy. A lump forms in your throat as you watch the Principal's eyes scan over the words. Why the hell did you do something so stupid? You shake your head. But no one saw you. No one saw you! Suddenly, she burst into a ball of light and disappeared leaving Gwen standing there looking like a swollen cherry head. Then the intercom blared on. "All student's report to the gymnasium immediately! All students to the gymnasium immediately!" You're the only one who doesn't move as the crowd of student's head towards the gym. You don't want to go. You want to back up slowly, turn invisible. You want to fly through the windows and return to bed. You want to get away. But the current of the students is much stronger than you and your forced into the gym. The white lights seemed even brighter, hotter, blinding. You blink slowly, feeling dizzy. Your legs weren't going to make it to the bleachers. Your body temperature was off the charts, flaring then disappearing, heat flashes covered your whole body. Everyone was talking about. The students who hadn't seen a word could recite it by heart. Your mouth was so dry. No amount of swallowing would help. Maybe if you faked a seizure you'd get out of this mess. There was no way you'd make it through. You decide to leave. Using all your strength you turn around, but then stop. Warren Peace is directly behind you! His face turned towards the bleachers. You turn around quickly, hoping he didn't see you. You can't turn invisible. You want to but if you did then you'd be ten times a better suspect than the rest of the students. You weren't going to make it. The smell of smoke draws closer and you know he's right behind you. Does he know that you're there? You tried to swallow, but it hurts. You're more nervous than a pig at a barbecue and you probably smell like one. You can imagine your clothes drenched in sweat. You wipe your forehead, but there's nothing. Your body is cold. Anyone who looks at your face could probably tell. You had guilty written on it. Warren's jacket brushed your hand as he passed you. Whew. He didn't notice. You walk up the bleachers and accidentally sit right behind him. You want to move but students are filling in so quick you're squeezed into place. The whole school spills out eventually covering every area. You check your watch counting every freaking second. The bell rang by the time all the students had gathered and were sitting down quietly. One more class then lunch then two more classes. Would they hold them until the end of the day or just till lunch? "We at Sky High, are here to help you become better heroes in order that you may help others and stop evil." There was silence. You look around. Everyone is watching, except Warren who seems to have earphones in his ears. How the hell could he not care? This was all his fault, all the sexy bastard's fault. You want to wrap your finger's around his neck but you keep them in your lap. Principal Powers continued. "but I see now, that we have villains roaming these halls." Oh, the guilt trip. Villain? No. You weren't a villain, you were just mad, and jealous, a good mixture of both. Warren adjusted his earphones. You rolled your eyes. You wished you could be as careless as he. She spoke more and your nerves began to get better, maybe she was just scolding. Soon, you were ready to go. As you had thought before, no one would ever find out. "I need the following students to come down here please." You sit up instantly. All the feelings rushed back into you quicker than ever. "Lauren Ready, Collin Cranium," what if she says your name? You start to feel dizzy. "Brian Washer, and Julie Montegomery." You're in the clear, they won't call you. Four students rise from different sections of the bleachers and head down towards Principal Powers. Studens begin to whisper. "They're all mindreaders." What!You watched without blinking as each are assigned a corner and weird glass hat that's hooked up to...your eyes flutter....a big screen tv. A metal chair sits before them. "We will not leave until every student has been read." The words echo in your ears. "every student, every student, every student, has been read, read, read, every student, student, student, student, student, has been read, read." Your head sways and you know what's next. You stand shakily. "Where's the bathroom?" You know you said the words but the echo is still in your ears, you can't hear yourself. Your eyes are barely opened. "Where's the -I need- some-some-air-" Everyone is looking at you. You're the only one standing. Warren! Warren's dark eyes are watching you. Your eyes fluttered close and you feel wind in your ears as you fall forward.
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Post by Ondra on Mar 30, 2008 20:14:07 GMT -5
Whoa, nice job!
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Post by urithraviel on Mar 31, 2008 15:12:20 GMT -5
Thanks loulou, you're the only one keeping me going. And sorry, I didn't mean for it to be so long.
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