ShadowGonissa
08-23-2004, 12:02 AM
Life is so boring. Just either staying on the computer, doing housework, homework from english (my only college class) and waiting for my work uniform to get done in the wash.
I am so disgusted with life, so disgusted with fate. Why can't I wake up into a world where I make a difference, or at least aren't so bored all the time? My friends on the internet are nice, but what I'd rather have are some friends here, maybe rich ones, and we'd go everywhere together, like to amusement parks or just go driving down the highway, and see what life brings. I'd do that now, but I'm too poor. Maybe I can hitchhike somewhere.
For now, sleep is my only escape.
"Leila, I need you to take out the trash!"
Wow, that's just great. Thanks mom, I really need a chore right now. Can this wait until I'm done on LiveJournal?
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Leila trudged down the stairs, uncaring. Her mother, in a silver new wheelchair, rolled around the cramped kitchen to face her grumpy daughter. "
Okay, Leila, the trash really stinks. Take it out and be sure to wash the can's insides."
"Fine, mom, fine. Hey, where'd you get the new wheelchair? I thought we couldn't afford it?"
"Well, I had a little saved, here and there. You know my old chair was all run down. Can't have your mother embarrassing you in a crappy thing when she goes public, eh dear? Now go ahead with the trash. It shouldn't take you long...and don't forget the dishsoap!"
Grabbing it quickly from the countertop and the trash bucket from under the sink, Leila Thompson moodily headed for the door. Tossing the soap in the bucket to leave a hand free for the doorknob, she turned the knob. Locked. Mumbing and complaining about the paranoid habits of her father, she undid it clumsily and slammed the door, the climax of her exit.
Once outside, she stepped on the royal marble porch in her beautiful white gown. The trash bucket had disappeared, and in its place a golden flower sent a beautiful smell through the air. Leila's once dumpy brown locks had become a brilliant blonde, shining in the light of the moon.
Yes, it was night out. Trotting along in her light leather boots, Leila tarried from the stone paths and went out into the shimmering grasses, not caring if her gown became stained. The butler could just clean those right out. No big deal.
And up in the moon was the princess's favorite celestial body, the moon. Luna had always impressed her ever since she was a child, and now it was in the best position of all, the half-moon.
Leila began to recite a poem she had written while six years of age.
"Half-moon, half-moon
Up there in the sky
Come save me my Luna
Come save me from Gaia
Star's bright match, made of steel
While I wish and wonder on the ground
Come and take me, steal me
And never let me down."
It was so pretty, and there was nothing the princess could not have, so she reached into the night sky and plucked the moon from its perch among the stars. It was a good marble, round and bright on the one side, dark and invisible on the other. Deciding to play with it before putting it back, Leila shot it across the ground, smiling as it rolled over the plants and flowers. But it went out of control the second time, hitting a rock and being sent out into the busy street.
A street gutter was available, and the marble moon headed right for it. With a cry Leila chased it in futility, knowing it was gone. But a pale hand reached for it, and plucked it just before it went over the edge. It was a man, very handsome. He looked at it in amazement, then silently handed it to the incoming princess. She gazed at him with a smiling face, and almost gave thanks, but the man only grimly smiled, then pushed her away. Turning down the street, he went over to the next door neighbor's house, a dilapidated place, and began to rake leaves.
"How rude." Leila said before ignoring him altogether.
No longer amused by her toy, Leila reached to put Luna back into its place. It didn't work. Again and again she tried, but each effort failed. Looking for someone to help her, she found she was alone on the street, the handsome man having disappeared.
She began to run, quickly and more quickly. The boots became sneakers, with which she used to run and jump onto a vehicle, a volkswagen golf, then as she reached the roof, she jumped into the air. Two grey wings pushed out of her backside, and her gown became street clothes: jeans, a white shirt and a plaid overshirt. Horrible gills opened in the side of her temples, and opening these as well as her mouth, Leila was able to issue a monstrous noise.
This could solve things. All she would have to do was fly to the moon's house and put it back. Simply done. But as she flew towards the sky, the moon marble in her pocket became larger. It grew so fast that it burst from her jeans, ripping them markedly. It rushed ahead of her, but it stopped after a bit. Landing on a crater's edge, Leila paused to think. What would she do to replace the moon now?
The surface rumbled unpleasantly. Up from a hole in the surface came a large beast, made of crimson stones in the shape of a humanoid, sort of like an orc, yet bigger. It yelled at her for disturbing its home, but in a gibberish that she could not understand. Angry at her again for just staring, it began to attack. A ragged claw swang for her.
But no, a sword in Leila's hands stopped it. She was now in a third form, an Oriental elf with both glamorous and useful clothing, strewn with Chinese runes. Long black hair, braided into a convenient, out-of-the-way style, it did not hamper her as she swung the blade at the monster's neck and arms.
The beast bled dust from its wounds, becoming more furious by the minute. Leila's sword could not resist the crushing blows he delivered, and she was cast to the ground and her sword shattered on a rock.
"Good job," mysterious words flew in the air. "but you are finished here. Let me help you."
With that, a stange blur overcame the monster and almost instantly turned it into dust. It paused, and was suddenly a man, not so handsome as the first, but a good deal more genuine. He was dressed in a T-shirt and goth pants, with ragged dirty blonde hair spiked up. As he lifted Leila from the ground, she found herself in her original dumpy form with the nasty brown hair, a simple black shirt, and cloud print pajama bottoms.
Embarrassed he saw her like that, she blushed. But the man didn't care. He just smiled and smiled. Taking a pebble from the lunar surface, he pulled the entire moon up and set it in the sky, as it suddenly had become a marble again. They both stood in the tall grass, watching the half-moon once together once more on earth.
He turned to her after a few minutes. "Hey. I'm Jason."
"Hey...thanks, dude."
"No problem. We all need a little help sometimes. You look a little lost."
"Well yeah, kinda."
"I'll drive you home. My car's parked just on the road over there." he said, pointing to the left, blocked entirely by the grass.
"Thanks. Wow, my mom's probably worried."
"Well, you're safe with me." Jason gently put his arm around her, sliding a brown overcoat, many sizes too big, onto Leila's shoulders. "And if you ever need me again, just call this number." he said, placing a piece of paper in her hands.
Leila gave his warm hand a squeeze.
"Leila! Leila!"
She woke with a start. "Um, yeah mom?"
"You need to take out the trash!"
"Sure.....I'll be right out!"
Looking around, Leila found herself back in her room, nothing but a desk, computer bed, and a mess. Shuffling aside the covers and Wilver, the family cat, Leila groggily put on her cloud print slippers and went to go get the trash can.
Her mother was in the kitchen, boiling a few eggs on the stove. Her wheelchair creaked as she went to get something from the fridge; the old, rusted thing was ripped in the seat, a real piece of crap.
"Hey mom," Leila asked. "why don't we get you a new wheelchair, a nice silver one?"
"You know we can't afford it right now."
"I know...but I got a little money saved up. Let's go out later today and get a new one. Hey, do I need to wash out the trash can?"
"Nah, it's pretty clean. Just change the bag."
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This is what happens when a poet tries to write a short story. Tell me what you think. Warning: this is going to get pretty weird.
I am so disgusted with life, so disgusted with fate. Why can't I wake up into a world where I make a difference, or at least aren't so bored all the time? My friends on the internet are nice, but what I'd rather have are some friends here, maybe rich ones, and we'd go everywhere together, like to amusement parks or just go driving down the highway, and see what life brings. I'd do that now, but I'm too poor. Maybe I can hitchhike somewhere.
For now, sleep is my only escape.
"Leila, I need you to take out the trash!"
Wow, that's just great. Thanks mom, I really need a chore right now. Can this wait until I'm done on LiveJournal?
---
Leila trudged down the stairs, uncaring. Her mother, in a silver new wheelchair, rolled around the cramped kitchen to face her grumpy daughter. "
Okay, Leila, the trash really stinks. Take it out and be sure to wash the can's insides."
"Fine, mom, fine. Hey, where'd you get the new wheelchair? I thought we couldn't afford it?"
"Well, I had a little saved, here and there. You know my old chair was all run down. Can't have your mother embarrassing you in a crappy thing when she goes public, eh dear? Now go ahead with the trash. It shouldn't take you long...and don't forget the dishsoap!"
Grabbing it quickly from the countertop and the trash bucket from under the sink, Leila Thompson moodily headed for the door. Tossing the soap in the bucket to leave a hand free for the doorknob, she turned the knob. Locked. Mumbing and complaining about the paranoid habits of her father, she undid it clumsily and slammed the door, the climax of her exit.
Once outside, she stepped on the royal marble porch in her beautiful white gown. The trash bucket had disappeared, and in its place a golden flower sent a beautiful smell through the air. Leila's once dumpy brown locks had become a brilliant blonde, shining in the light of the moon.
Yes, it was night out. Trotting along in her light leather boots, Leila tarried from the stone paths and went out into the shimmering grasses, not caring if her gown became stained. The butler could just clean those right out. No big deal.
And up in the moon was the princess's favorite celestial body, the moon. Luna had always impressed her ever since she was a child, and now it was in the best position of all, the half-moon.
Leila began to recite a poem she had written while six years of age.
"Half-moon, half-moon
Up there in the sky
Come save me my Luna
Come save me from Gaia
Star's bright match, made of steel
While I wish and wonder on the ground
Come and take me, steal me
And never let me down."
It was so pretty, and there was nothing the princess could not have, so she reached into the night sky and plucked the moon from its perch among the stars. It was a good marble, round and bright on the one side, dark and invisible on the other. Deciding to play with it before putting it back, Leila shot it across the ground, smiling as it rolled over the plants and flowers. But it went out of control the second time, hitting a rock and being sent out into the busy street.
A street gutter was available, and the marble moon headed right for it. With a cry Leila chased it in futility, knowing it was gone. But a pale hand reached for it, and plucked it just before it went over the edge. It was a man, very handsome. He looked at it in amazement, then silently handed it to the incoming princess. She gazed at him with a smiling face, and almost gave thanks, but the man only grimly smiled, then pushed her away. Turning down the street, he went over to the next door neighbor's house, a dilapidated place, and began to rake leaves.
"How rude." Leila said before ignoring him altogether.
No longer amused by her toy, Leila reached to put Luna back into its place. It didn't work. Again and again she tried, but each effort failed. Looking for someone to help her, she found she was alone on the street, the handsome man having disappeared.
She began to run, quickly and more quickly. The boots became sneakers, with which she used to run and jump onto a vehicle, a volkswagen golf, then as she reached the roof, she jumped into the air. Two grey wings pushed out of her backside, and her gown became street clothes: jeans, a white shirt and a plaid overshirt. Horrible gills opened in the side of her temples, and opening these as well as her mouth, Leila was able to issue a monstrous noise.
This could solve things. All she would have to do was fly to the moon's house and put it back. Simply done. But as she flew towards the sky, the moon marble in her pocket became larger. It grew so fast that it burst from her jeans, ripping them markedly. It rushed ahead of her, but it stopped after a bit. Landing on a crater's edge, Leila paused to think. What would she do to replace the moon now?
The surface rumbled unpleasantly. Up from a hole in the surface came a large beast, made of crimson stones in the shape of a humanoid, sort of like an orc, yet bigger. It yelled at her for disturbing its home, but in a gibberish that she could not understand. Angry at her again for just staring, it began to attack. A ragged claw swang for her.
But no, a sword in Leila's hands stopped it. She was now in a third form, an Oriental elf with both glamorous and useful clothing, strewn with Chinese runes. Long black hair, braided into a convenient, out-of-the-way style, it did not hamper her as she swung the blade at the monster's neck and arms.
The beast bled dust from its wounds, becoming more furious by the minute. Leila's sword could not resist the crushing blows he delivered, and she was cast to the ground and her sword shattered on a rock.
"Good job," mysterious words flew in the air. "but you are finished here. Let me help you."
With that, a stange blur overcame the monster and almost instantly turned it into dust. It paused, and was suddenly a man, not so handsome as the first, but a good deal more genuine. He was dressed in a T-shirt and goth pants, with ragged dirty blonde hair spiked up. As he lifted Leila from the ground, she found herself in her original dumpy form with the nasty brown hair, a simple black shirt, and cloud print pajama bottoms.
Embarrassed he saw her like that, she blushed. But the man didn't care. He just smiled and smiled. Taking a pebble from the lunar surface, he pulled the entire moon up and set it in the sky, as it suddenly had become a marble again. They both stood in the tall grass, watching the half-moon once together once more on earth.
He turned to her after a few minutes. "Hey. I'm Jason."
"Hey...thanks, dude."
"No problem. We all need a little help sometimes. You look a little lost."
"Well yeah, kinda."
"I'll drive you home. My car's parked just on the road over there." he said, pointing to the left, blocked entirely by the grass.
"Thanks. Wow, my mom's probably worried."
"Well, you're safe with me." Jason gently put his arm around her, sliding a brown overcoat, many sizes too big, onto Leila's shoulders. "And if you ever need me again, just call this number." he said, placing a piece of paper in her hands.
Leila gave his warm hand a squeeze.
"Leila! Leila!"
She woke with a start. "Um, yeah mom?"
"You need to take out the trash!"
"Sure.....I'll be right out!"
Looking around, Leila found herself back in her room, nothing but a desk, computer bed, and a mess. Shuffling aside the covers and Wilver, the family cat, Leila groggily put on her cloud print slippers and went to go get the trash can.
Her mother was in the kitchen, boiling a few eggs on the stove. Her wheelchair creaked as she went to get something from the fridge; the old, rusted thing was ripped in the seat, a real piece of crap.
"Hey mom," Leila asked. "why don't we get you a new wheelchair, a nice silver one?"
"You know we can't afford it right now."
"I know...but I got a little money saved up. Let's go out later today and get a new one. Hey, do I need to wash out the trash can?"
"Nah, it's pretty clean. Just change the bag."
---
This is what happens when a poet tries to write a short story. Tell me what you think. Warning: this is going to get pretty weird.