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Twisted Love Story

Check out our Dilleona future story line, written by myself and the amazing Sara!
Dilleona - A Twisted Love Story

Oliver

Just a little scene from Oliver, inspired by the words of a friend of mine. He said something that was so beautifully worded I couldn't get it out of my head, and decided that it was something Oliver would say. Just a small tidbit that will work its way into the story somehow. Enjoy <3
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Autumn was a wonderful season that she wished she could enjoy more. Everything seemed so much more beautiful against the backdrop of changing leaves and in the orange sunlight that only seemed to shine during the fall. It was inspiring, and breathtaking. Even the view from her front door was something to admire. But autumn was also the transition from the warmth of summer into the chill of winter, the one season Stephanie couldn’t stand. She hated the cold, the barren trees and the hazardous conditions that always came with the snow and ice. It was one of those things that was pretty on a post card, as long as you were somewhere warm while you were looking at that postcard.

“It just seems unfair that something this beautiful could lead to something so undesirable,” she sighed, eyes bouncing from red leaf to yellow leaf to brown leaf, catching the cool shade of blue only when she glanced up to the sky before them. Her hands were in the pocket of her light coat, protecting them from the light wind that rushed past them and through the trees.

Oliver was still smiling, eyes fixed on the scattered clouds in the distance.

“I can understand that,” he began with a civil voice, and she knew he disagreed. “But just because something leads to something else that is seemingly undesirable, doesn’t mean we should dismiss it. Beautiful flowers eventually turn into weeds. Sunny days become stormy nights. Life, in turn, leads to death.”

His words were so simple, so honest. She watched him, wishing she understood him more; the way he thought and spoke. I was hard not to watch him in awe, his blue eyes seeming lost in another world while she had to force herself to glance ahead now and then to be sure she didn’t walk into anything. Everything about him was beautiful to her, and she couldn’t help but be amazed.

“I’ve always loved autumn. I remember as a child, dancing in the leaves as they fell from our tree, the taste of my mother’s warm pies, the smell drifting into the yard from the kitchen window. Few things match the beauty of the way the leaves change, and there is a scent to the air that naturally provokes thought and imagination. It is refreshing, in an upside down sort of way. Winter is nature’s time to rest, and spring ushers in the new beginning. Summer brings us laughter and warmth, and a sense that anything is possible. Autumn, though, even with the reputation you and so many others lay upon it, welcomes us with open arms. You can’t help but take it up on its offer to enjoy it, to pile up the leaves and jump right in.”

He ended with a wide smile, glancing down at her. She smiled back, lost in the image of his words. They seemed to innocent, the idea of jumping into a pile of leaves, and yet only he could take something so simple and transform it into something profound and inspiring. They began to slow when he realized that she was still staring, and he laughed a little, stopping completely and facing her with squinty eyes as the sun poured over them.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, no. Everything you said was perfect.”

They smiled at one another before falling into soft laughter, stepping closer as they continued down the trail.

Transferring Oliver into 3rd Person

I have the most experience with third person writing and I've noticed in my more recent pieces that third person is the easiest for me when it comes to "showing, not telling", the advice I get a lot from reviewers. I am working on transferring the Carnival scene into third person today, and once that is completed I'll post it. It will be the same story, I am literally going through paragraph by paragraph and adjusting it to fit the third person POV. Hopefully it turns out well. Once I post it I'm going to update my poll and see which version people like better, and then hopefully I can continue on to other scenes in the story!

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Us

This was just really quickly written, I didn't think much about it as I typed.. Enjoy.
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I’m not judging, I’m not demanding.
I’m only wondering why
and trying to see things as you do.

I’m not pushing you and expecting anything in return
but only trying to understand you
and help you if in some way I can.

All this time you’ve been building to this point
to these thoughts, to this indecision.
So why didn’t you tell me?
Why didn’t you talk to me?

You are perfectly selfish,
keeping from me what I deserve to know
and yet I can’t bring myself to blame you for it.

I want better for us.
I want us to be able to wake up
and feel glad for a new day
and to know where we are going
if only in theory.

I don’t want to hear your name and wonder “what if?”
I don’t want to always wonder why
and end with no answers.

I want you to be able to take a deep breath and truly smile
and enjoy the people and place around you
with genuine happiness.

Stalker Assignment

So for Creative Writing we are not going into fiction. Woot! Our first assignment was the Stalker Assignment, as we call it. We were suppose to watch someone(s) we didn't know for ten to fifteen minutes, make observations about them, and then write a 1-2 page piece the helps to give readers an into to the character, specifically but not limited to their physical description.
Wellll... I sort of cheated, and didn't stalk anyone. Instead, I used characters that already exist =P Lmao. Ops. They are MY characters, so I mean, I could be schizo and say I stalked them in my head. xD If she asks I'll just say I saw a guy and a girl talking, didn't know what they were talking about, so I made up my own story ;D Woot. If you know my characters enough you might know who they are. Enjoy!

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A boy and a girl stood huddled beside the lockers, and at first glance things seemed almost cozy as they leaned close to talk in hushed tones. Oh how deceiving, the boy knew, as he bit his lip to help calm his temper. It wasn’t working and finally he snapped.
“I am sick of everyone getting on my case about this. I get that yelling at people is your thing, but find someone else to do it to!”
She grabbed his arm and forced him to face her, which he obviously had no desire to do. Grudgingly the taller boy obliged, seeming to shrink as she stared him down. She didn’t let go, tightly holding him in place as if afraid he would make a run for it if she let up on her grip. He crossed his arms, a failing attempt to show off his muscles and scare her away. It was clear that no amount of brawn was going to achieve that. If anything, he appeared to be the scared one, and you really couldn’t blame him. Sure, he was bigger than her, taller, more muscular, but sometimes size has nothing to do with the fear you can strike into a person. She was on the taller side as far as girls go, thin and toned. The raven curls that gathered at her shoulders were such a stark contrast to her pale skin that she appeared almost ghostly, and the dark circles around her silver eyes only added to the mystery of her face. Curiously her lips were violently red, though it suited her somehow. Everything about her screamed confidence (something her companion seemed to lack in comparison), if not intimidation, and it was apparent that her charm was getting to him.
“Listen, blondie,” she began bitterly, causing his blue eyes to fall even further into fear. “I’m not here to yell at you, but I sure as hell will if you don’t shut up and listen to me.”
He hesitated.
“What do you want then? Because I don’t need another lecture.”
“Oh, get over yourself!” She sighed in frustration, fighting the urge to hit him again. “Screw what they want to say, they’re just pissed off right now. Can’t say I blame them, you did royally screw up…” He wasn’t too pleased by her comment, though she didn’t seem to care. “Look, this isn‘t just about you and your little friends. My friend, one of my best friends, is in this, too, making it my business.”
He didn’t say anything back, knowing she was right. She was always right.
“I get that you gave up a lot to get here, but just remember that you two are in this together now, and that you’re not the only one who had to sacrifice something,” she said.
There was actual caring in her tone, much to his surprise. The hardness of her face began to soften, genuine concern filtering through the cold exterior. The blond looked at her with weary eyes.
“I know, I know. I haven’t forgotten that. Trust me… I just hate that I’m stuck here with my friends hating me and judging me like I did this intentionally! Like I meant to hurt them!” It was his turn to sigh, running a hand through his sandy hair and reminding himself to breathe.
She frowned and put a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was friendly, more like a comfort than her earlier embrace had been.
“Look, I know it sucks, but if you let their words break you down that means all of this was for nothing! And it would be my friend left with the broken heart, and I swear to god if that happens at your hands, I will kick your ass.”
He looked at her, almost surprised to see that she was actually smiling. Well, smirking. She didn’t smile, not really. He knew that even with the expression on her face she was still being serious, that she really would, and could, kick his ass if he gave her a reason to.
“I promise you that is not going to happen.” he said quietly. As sincere as he was he still couldn’t help but fear the days ahead. Sure, he was happy now, determined to hold on to what he had miraculously gained in his life, but a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if it was fair.
“Good to hear.” The girl chimed back. She was content with his response. For now.

Of Me

I look at you and I can’t help but smile
and at the same time I find myself in sorrow,
wondering what it is you think of me.

Just your name is enough to brighten my day
and your voice, your words,
they inspire me.
I want to believe that the clouds will clear
and in that sunlight we’ll find a new day.

You make me feel so bright,
so optimistic and encouraged,
as silly as it sounds.
There is no reason this should be
for we’ve known each other for so brief a time.
And yet it is the truth and
I know I can not lie any longer.

Still I hesitate
and wonder what it is you think of me.

I can not speak for you
even if I felt like trying
for you are something so unique and rare
that I could never pretend to step into your place.

I wish you would speak up
and share what it is you are thinking.
I am far from a mind reader and I can not begin to guess,
but I want to know, I need to know.

The sun still shines
and blinds me from the growing storm
but it can not hide its darkening realities forever.
Before it reaches me, before it traps me
in a world where I can no longer
tell truth from my own fears,
tell me.

Please don’t leave me
wondering what it is you think of me.