Teretereses

I just realized that the video ads that have continually popped up on this website are REALLY beginning to PISS ME OFF.
I'm not sure why they went to video, but I like to listen to music whilst I web surf and it automatically shoots me into pissed-off mode when I suddenly hear -much louder than my music-, "BUY THIS!" or even, "Chevy's are great because...!"
Seriously. It's ridiculous.
I don't mind having ads on my page when I'm looking at stuff, mostly because I don't want to take the time to find an ad blocker. (Plus most of them aren't very obtrusive) But I don't understand why VIDEO ads are allowed. Come on guys, it makes me want to quit this website.
The ads are loud and make the pages take longer to load because the pages have to load THEM.
Ack, all right, I'm done ranting.

So I realized that more than likely I'm going to stick to just putting up Stories in my journal section, because I can, and poems in my gallery.....so this should prove interesting.....
Frankly, I'd rather do that than anything else......
So let's find out if this is going to work
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This is a story that I wrote initially for a class but eventually Rewrote it to send it in for a writing contest. The original story was twenty pages long and much more convoluted whilst using characters I had come up with for a different story. This version is slightly more simplified due to spacial constraints and my trying to work with different characters.
Hope it's enjoyable.


Das ist der letzte tag, my CD player blared as my alarm clock went off. I sang along with the German lyrics as I got dressed. Ever since I was introduced to that band I hadn't stopped listening to them; although the irony of the song wasn't lost on me. The lyrics meant; this is the final day; and it was since I was finally going to be able to do what I had been planning for weeks now.
I slid down the stairs, via railing, and made for the door, grabbing my bag on the way out.
I needed to set up the fight now, an hour before school started, otherwise I wouldn't be able to accomplish my goal; taking down my Arch-Nemesis, Justin Worther. We were actually rivals, but the Arch-Nemesis thing was my nickname for him. Even with my setting everything up, and with having telekinesis, (Like one-third of the population at school), this was going to be difficult. For one thing, Justin had that ability as well; for another, I needed to try for as few casualties as possible. It wouldn't do for the entire school to be out for a week just because I wanted to defeat this guy that I'd been fighting with ever since we met.
-During Lunch, a.k.a. The Water Balloon Fight-
"Duck!" I screamed at my friend, Ian, who did just that. The water balloon landed harmlessly on the ground instead of hitting him. He grinned at me in thanks and chucked the very thing that almost took him out, taking out a member of the opposing team with it instead.
I noticed that Justin was still in and somehow doing even better than I was, and I was doing pretty good. Something big and filled with water flew past me and exploded on the ground, taking out five of my people. I wasn't hit, because I was quite good at deflecting projectiles, but Ian wasn't quite so lucky; his powers weren't as strong as mine, so he got his legs soaked.
I looked around and found that Ian and I were the last two people on my side still kicking, making the back of my mind start to worry that I wasn't going to be able to take out Justin. The rest of my mind quickly shoved that part farther back and I ignored it.
"Das ist der letzte tag!" I yelled, thinking of the music from this morning. Most of Justin's people came at Ian and I and got water balloons in the face for their trouble. There were three left that tried to continue on and received balloons in the same place. The funny thing about the balloons that took them out was this; right before the projectiles landed, they hovered for a second and then exploded as if punched.
I peeked over my barricade and saw a white flag on the other side, so I called over to them, "You wish to surrender?"
We heard a loud yes drift over to where we huddled, so I called back, "All right, meet us in the middle."
Justin came out of his foxhole, a.k.a. over-turned table, and came towards us with his right-hand man by the name of Nolin. There were only four of us left.
I gave both of them suspicious looks. They were about as likely to give up as my grandmother being eighteen.
They proved me right by trying to attack us with balloons they had hidden behind their backs.
Unfortunately, they were a second too late, as two cherry pies flew into their faces. (I had gotten sick of water balloons and moved on to more ambitious ammunition.)
When Justin managed to rid his face of the cherry filling that covered it, he addressed me, "Well done, Evil Enemy." (That was his nickname for me.) "Shall we call it a draw?"
Splat! Two more pies. Nolin sputtered in indignation and Ian and I just smiled.
"Very well, I concede," Justin amended, and walked from the room.
His way was blocked, however, by two more cherry pies, since right then his right-hand man had decided to flip Ian and me off. Justin put up his hands in surrender and was given permission to leave, since the pies slid past him and began mercilessly attacking Nolin. I knew Justin would never stoop so low as to make that sort of gesture at me. We laughed at Nolin's stupidity and then Ian grew serious.
"By the way, what does "Das ist der letzte tag" mean? I heard you yell it earlier."
I sighed, "It means, "This is the final day" in German. I was using it to say I finally managed to kick his butt once and for all."
Ian made an Ooh-ing noise and shut up as we left the school to get changed out of our horrendously messy outfits.
-An hour later in the Principal's Office (After we had changed and taken baths/showers) -
"-destruction of school property, injury to students on many accounts, trauma inflicted upon the masses. The nurse has her hands full healing all of the injured ones, let alone giving psychiatric treatment. You are all going to be stuck on cleaning duty until the lunchroom is sparkling," the principal lectured us. Ian, Justin, Nolin and I had all been called down there due to the fight, "Now what have you to say for yourself?"
"Can we do it again sometime?" Justin asked, surprising everyone. We all looked at him, causing him to shrug, "It was fun; like Dodgeball, only more interesting."
The principal looked about ready to blow a gasket, but I held back my laughter. Ian got an extra glare from the principal for the snicker he let loose, but the rest of us were able to keep it hidden for the moment.
"Go-Clean-NOW!" He growled, pointing to the door.
Everyone continued to hide grins as we left. I surveyed the damage we inflicted upon the lunchroom and found it to be minimal. So I delved deeply within myself to find more psychic energy and fixed it all back up again, ignoring the flash of pain that moved through me as I used up the last bit of my very depleted supply of power. I walked over to one of the tables and sat on the edge, feeling tired but still grinning up at the guys as my legs started to shake.
"I win," I said, feeling mildly queasy, but smiling all the same.
"Der Letzte Tag," Justin said, making me wince, since I had been hoping he hadn't heard that.
"Huh?" I asked, playing the fool. (Hey, just because I knew what it meant didn't mean I wanted him to know that I knew what it meant.)
"Der Letzte Tag," Justin explained, as if to a small child, "you said it earlier. It means "the final day" in German, did you know that?" I nodded, "You have no inkling as to how right that wording is."
My friend, Wiz, appeared suddenly, interrupting me before I could ask what he had meant by that comment.
"Lillian!" She cried, striding over, "I just heard about the fight! I can't believe you kicked Justin's butt finally and that is so awesome! Congratulations! It must have been quite a sight! Oh, I see nothing's happened yet, well that girl was a seer after all; Hi Ian!"
Wiz could make anyone feel breathless and a little at a loss for words. Her lack of stopping regarding conversation meant that it was close to impossible to jump into a conversation at times, but jump in I did.
"I did kick his butt," I told her, ignoring the glare Justin was angling in my direction, "but I also just cleaned up the mess. Go spread the words, okay?"
She nodded and raced off. She was the entire gossip network of our school. Anything you needed to know, that was based on facts, she'd know.
By the time we went to dinner the next day, everybody knew. (We took a hiatus from fighting in any way that night because we were both tired. By the next evening I was feeling as good as new.)
I sniffed the air, "Aah, love that cherry pie smell," I said, plopping down in a seat and trading grins with Ian. Justin sat across from us and gave us a look.
"The mere fact that you won should not merit such excitement," He said, digging into his spaghetti.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I think someone's just sore he lost," Ian taunted.
Splat! A buttered roll smacked Ian in the side of his face as Nolin said, "Say that again."
Thus, a food fight broke out, instead of the water balloon fight of the day before, since we were all out of water balloons and the food was closer to our persons.
Ian and I took cover by the pastry section and Justin and Nolin took cover by the fruit.
Everyone in the room quickly picked sides.
Needless to say, the air was soon filled with flying fruit and pastries. I noticed that my side was eating more of our ammo than throwing it, but I didn't sweat the details. Someone then decided that bringing out powdered jelly-filled donuts and using them as ammo was a good idea and we were soon using them as our only ammo on my side. We kept the really good stuff for us. (This is not to say that Donuts aren't good.)
Bam! A watermelon exploded behind me, taking out ten of my guys. I realized that Justin must be doing that, since he was the one with the large power on that side. (The same could be said for myself.) I caught the next one, midflight, and sent it back, taking out a bunch of their people. (Wiz came in to tell us something, but three different people took her out with various implements.)
We whittled down each other's forces until it was just us four again.
"Hey," Justin's voice came from next to me, making me jump, "Shall we do a face-off for the ending once more? No tricks this time, I promise." (His ability to literally throw his voice never ceased to make me jump.)
I felt the truth in his words and agreed.
We met in the middle again and faced off, and this time we showed our wares before attacking. As a plum grazed my shoulder, I got Nolin in the face with a powdered donut that exploded. Justin had done something similar to Ian, since he was down for the count as well. We faced off; at an impasse.
A moment passed, neither of us moving, and then Justin brought his hand slowly up.
"Truce?" He asked, giving me a half-grin. I looked around, taking in the carnage, and nodded.
I grabbed his hand and found myself smashed against his chest. I squealed as he squeezed tighter and covered me in juices, dough and various other types of unpleasant pastry ingredients. I tried to break free but his grip was unbreakable.
I solved the matter by sending a cherry pie into his face, and then another two in quick succession. He let go quite quickly and we both shifted away from each other as he tried to wipe the filling out of his eyes.
"Cheap trick," I said, trying to look composed and failing miserably due to my current condition. That stuff may taste good but that doesn't mean it mixes well with cloth, which meant that it was going to take a bit to get all of that gunk out of my clothes and hair.
"The same could be said for yourself," Justin replied, looking way too composed for someone covered in as much crap as he was.
We exchanged grins. Don't get me wrong, we were rivals, but that didn't mean we couldn't be friends as well. In fact, in some cases we were quite congenial.
I bowed, "And that ends it."
I ruined the awesome moment I had going for me by adding, "For real this time."
We grinned again. He brought up his hand again; I gave him a curious look, but he just continued to smile at me.
"I would like to end on good terms with you," He said, finding amusement with my obvious disbelief.
I sighed and raised my own hand. We shook and he quickly snapped me back into a hug again. This time it was warm and lacking the horrible texture of the last one. During our talk both of us had somehow managed to get our outfits clean. (I can rid myself of messes like food with my mind sometimes; this was one of those times. Being psychic is awesome.)
I sighed into his shoulder; he was a very huggable person, especially without the food covering his clothing, but something was amiss and I intended to find out what it was.
"Alright," I said, backing up, "you've had your T.V. moment, now tell me what the crap is going on or I scream like the girl I am and call you nasty names."
He grinned at the thought.
"I'm being recalled," He said, still smiling a half-grin at me.
"What are you, a robot?" I asked him, earning a snort of laughter from him, "Hey, it's a valid question in this day and age, what with scientific community bringing people back to life and people with powers roaming the streets." This earned another chuckle from him, which irked me slightly.
"No," He explained, "I'm not a robot; my family needs me. They've decided that it is high time I return home and not come back. Experiencing school life is what I truly wish to do. Add a few food fights to my agenda and I've no issue with it, but I believe I will do as my family requests, even if I am unhappy as a result. It is not uncommon for this sort of thing to happen you know, and I also think that you look absolutely ridiculous with that hair and that you need to wash it as soon as you get home."
I swatted him in the shoulder and we traded grins again as I ran my fingers through my hair, probably setting it more on end than before.
We said our good byes and gave away some more movie style hugs, sans the kissing, and I never saw him ever again. Unfortunately, it was also the last food fight I ever had, but I was happy with the result, if only because I ended it on such good terms with my arch-nemesis.
That really was The Final Day for after that I became the person my parents had always wanted me to be, never toeing the line unless I had to, and never knowing anyone had the same feel as those shoulders had felt, as the arms attached to them hugged me.

This is a story I wrote many years ago in school and never really put a whole lot of thought into it. However, I will say that it has definitely aged better than some of my later work.
I submit it in the hopes that someone will enjoy it.


Erin's POV: The dance was supposed to be the best one in the city, but my opinion of it was slightly lessened when I had a dream that the building would burn down. Not only that, it would burn with everyone inside; the doors and windows were locked. I tried to tell my friends, but no one believed me. When I finally managed to convince one of them that it was going to happen, I was told it was only because he had received the same dream on the same night I had mine. Since none of my other friends believed me or him, we decided to go anyway, in the hopes that our dreams weren't going to come true. The dream had been two weeks ago, and tonight was the night of the dance.
We were all dressed to the nines, my friends having forced me into one of the few dresses I owned, and ready for the dance to take off and begin already. We who had dreams were going together as each other's date; his name was Darren. The reason for that was neither of us has a boyfriend/girlfriend, so our friends decided that we would go together. I was quite nervous about going to a dance like this, especially one that I had had a dream about, but I calmed my nerves as we reached the doors. Darren was waiting for me there.
He was dressed in a tuxedo, as was all of the boys -or men- for it was required, and he offered me his arm. I took it gratefully and we walked up the steps. Or rather, he did, for I was stumbling along, still not used to walking around in the heels I had been forced into.
"Oh, you look so beautiful!" my friend, Lauren, cried, fawning over me, "and Darren looks so handsome! You two are the best looking couple here!"
Darren blushed a deep red as I told her, "That doesn't say much for the other couples here, since we aren't even a real one."
Everyone else laughed at that. Lauren was there with her boyfriend, Kyle, and our friend and her boyfriend were there as well, Annie and Ben.
We entered the room and Darren and I strode off to the side, trying not to gawp at the splendor. The room was gorgeously done, looking like a true ballroom, complete with chandeliers. It also helped with the view when you looked at the people in it, for formal attire had been required. As such, everyone was in a ballgown, evening dress, or tuxedo, making it look even more glorious than had they been dressed like teenagers.
Darren and I shared a few chuckles when we looked back at the group and found them still staring around them. He led me over to the punch bowl and got us both a glass as I took a look around. I was looking for the source of the fire, for it was no longer a matter of if, but rather when.
"You see how it happens yet?" he muttered to me as he handed me a glass of punch.
I nodded, "Yes, but that only makes it worse, not better." I hid my mouth with the glass as if about to drink as I explained, "Did you notice the fact that the chandeliers were originally gas?" He shook his head and I nodded, "Well they were, and the idiot who turned them into electric did a bad job. The first sign that the fire is about to start is those things falling, so yell if you spot one, ok?"
He agreed and we took opposite ends of the room as our posts.
We stayed there for most of the night and did not see one thing happen like what we had thought. However, just as everyone was starting to leave, some idiot yelled, "FIRE!" which started a stampede for the doors. The room seemed to tremble and that was when I spotted one of the chandeliers starting to fall. I lurched forward.
"Everyone, look out for the chandeliers!" I yelled, tripping on my shoes. I tore them off, "LOOK OUT!"
A bunch of people looked up, including my group, and gasped in surprise. I looked around but I didn't see the fire that I had thought would be happening. When I glanced back around, I noticed that there were a few people still under one of the chandeliers, and the chandelier was about to fall.
I raced towards them and shoved them out of the way as something heavy fell on my legs, pinning one of them most effectively. The people I had saved ran for the door without checking to see if I was ok. I tried to cry for help, but coughed as smoke entered my system. The chandelier I was stuck under was smoking. There was another one that was burning, the flames leaping up to lick at the curtains bordering the windows. I looked around for help and noticed a pile of clothing that looked like a person near where people had run. I stretched to reach whoever it was, for it was a person, but was drawn short when my leg refused to come out from under the chandelier; it was still pinned. I saw the room getting brighter as the flames caught on the curtains and spread.
I grinned weakly at the thought that Darren and I had been correct when we thought there'd be a fire. I turned and grunted as I shoved the chandelier enough to get my leg out from underneath it. I had a feeling that the only reason I managed that was how much adrenaline was running through my body right then. I let out a gasp of pain as a broken piece sliced open a gash in my leg. I pulled off my shawl and wrapped it around the gash, trying to stand and almost crying in pain as my ankle almost gave beneath my weight. I gave up trying to stand and crawled over to the person and turned them over, unsurprised when I found myself staring at Darren's face.
I checked his head for wounds before shaking him awake. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, albeit weakly.
"So this is the price of being a hero?" he asked me and I suddenly knew who had called the warning.
"Yeah, I guess it is," I noticed the flames were growing and coming towards us, "Hey, can you stand? Because I think my ankle's broken."
"Ok, here we go." He stood up slowly and made sure he himself was okay before lifting me up. He began to make his way towards the door and as we were in the doorway, it collapsed, pinning us.
Lauren's POV: We watched in horror as soon the only two people left in the building were the two who had known about the fire. Annie and Ben were huddled together, but I had pushed Kyle away and stood there, watching the doorway for them to appear. I clasped my elbows and bit my lip, silently praying for them to get out in time.
"Hey! What's that?" Kyle asked me, grabbing my arm and pointing towards the doorway; there was a shadow moving in the flames. Darren was carrying Erin, who seemed to have hurt her leg.
I moved towards the door, but Kyle and Ben both held me back.
"Wait until they clear the building," Annie told me, "and then go."
We nodded just as the doorframe collapsed on them. Firefighters rushed to the door, but were too late. Erin and Darren were carried on stretchers to the ambulance and then taken to the hospital, but everyone at the scene knew that there wasn't much hope in their survival.
"If you kids would like to come with us," Erin's parents had arrived, "we can take you to the hospital."
All of us agreed and the ride to the hospital was silent. When we arrived, her parents immediately went to see what the prognosis was.
The screams and sobs reached our ears and Annie and I clutched our boyfriends, knowing the result.
Weeks passed and a new building went up where the old one stood. It was named after the two who gave up their lives to save the people inside, and we were all invited to the opening, but none of us agreed to go to a club in the place where our two friends died.