Post by Audie Smith on May 17, 2005 14:20:31 GMT -5
Ok heres a new story I came up with while I was reading 'Holocaust: A History' and I just had to do it and I would have to say I think its my favorite story so far I hope you like it too.
Disclamer- I dont own Yu Yu, You or anything for that matter!
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*)-Once upon a time a line repeated over and over again in ever fairy tale like a broken record but let’s take that record off and start with a new one.
In a time of supposed peace when the government is new, fresh there is nothing but riots and bloodshed. The government is for equality no matter what language you speak, where you come from, or what you believe in you are to be treated as an equal. But some people just can’t grasp that concept there so stuck in there world of make believe like a fairy tale they want to happen they just can’t let it go. And this is how it all starts.-(*
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*BANG-BANG-BANG* sighing you snap shut the book you had been reading and turn to look at your mother silently stitching away at another one of her little projects not even phased by the loud banging ringing through the castle. “Mother how can I read when I can’t even think straight with this incessant noise?” Your mother looked up from the rose she was stitching into the cloth. Her long (your color hair) hair never moving from the taunt bun on top of her head her bluish green eyes giving you her trade mark board stare. “I’m sorry dear there is nothing I can do.” Satisfied with the answer she produced she goes pack to the rose on the oh so white cloth.
Groaning you get up from the over stuffed chair you had been trying to read in for the past hour. Setting down your book onto the dust free coffee table you exit the ‘sitting’ room your shoes clicking on the over polished hardwood floor. Your red as blood dress swished as you walked, curse the dress it made you feel like you where suffocating.
Walking down the over clean, hardly lit hall way you still heard the ‘Bang’s’ from all the rioters protesting and damaging your home. ‘Why don’t they all just get a life. The law is the law they can’t do anything to change it.’ Seeing your destination you walk up to the large oak door knocking as hard as you could so you could be heard on the other side. Hearing a faint ‘Come in’ you push with all your might against the door.
“Father can you please do some thing about them.” You pleaded with your father. ‘Father’ looked up from the papers he was looking at the glasses on his face falling to the bridge of his nose. He sighs and stands from his chair “I’m sorry darling there’s nothing I can do the only thing I can do is let them riot tell they finally give up.” You sighing annoyingly look at your father as he gazes out the window on too the rioters hitting your home with random objects. “But Father they may never stop. Then what’ll happen.” He turns to look at you and gives you one of his goofy grins “Then we’ll just have to through you out there and let them have there way with you.” You stomp your foot playfully “FATHER!” you father lightly chuckles “You know I’m kidding darling.” He walks over and pulls you into a hug. You giggle against your fathers chest he’s a big man tall with a medium build he has short brown hair and laughing (your color eyes) eyes, you love him to death he’s the funniest man you know you could say you where a daddy’s girl but who wouldn’t be with a dad like him.
Suddenly there is a loud *BANG* then silence, your father lifts his face from you to the door. Lifting your face out of your fathers chest you listen for any sounds of banging suddenly you hear the sounds of foot steps running foots steps and yelling angry yelling you turn your head up to look at your father. “Father what’s happening?” you question him.
Looking down to your face he grabs your hand and leads you the right hand side of his office he pulls open the panel on the wall to reveal a empty room with just a bed and a shelf that contained water and other survival rations. You turn to look at your father your question written all over your face. “What are you doing father?” he pushes you into the small room and gives you a hug “Never give up faith (y/n) never give up hope you hear me?” he said you nod against his shoulder. Your father pulls away from you and gives you a sad look while closing the panel.
You run up to the panel and slide to the floor pressing your ear to the panel. You hear arguing and struggling you can’t make out the words your so stunned you can cry you can’t scream out you can’t do anything but listen. Listening you hear the sounds of angry yells of what you don’t know you hear the screams of your mother and the shouts of your father then all you hear is silence complete and utter silence.
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Its deafening the silence is deafening you can’t take it any more. Walking in the room back and forth, around and around the miniscule room. You don’t know how long you’ve been here minutes, hours, days, weeks it’s just a blend but today seems different. You walk to the wall sliding down leaning in so you can hear better.
Laughing and cheering. That’s what you hear laughing and cheering why would they be laughing and what would they be cheering. You hear the crowd grow louder and then a loud ‘swish’ then a ‘thunk’ and the cheering grows louder. You think and think.
Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. The ‘swish’ was from a guillotine. Your heart skipped a beat. The ‘thunk’ was none other than……..you didn’t even want to think it didn’t even want it to cross your mind but it did; the ‘thunk’ was your parent’s heads.
Realization hit in and you put your face in your hands and wept and wept silent tears of pain for that is all you felt coursing through your body was pain and loneliness. Sitting in the little dark room all alone.
*)-Not all Fairy Tales are Good Fairy Tales-(*
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-So how was it good bad should I stop while I'm ahead or keep going it's shorter than my other chapters but I have up to chapter three typed up. So tell me what you think I'd really like to know.
Disclamer- I dont own Yu Yu, You or anything for that matter!
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*)-Once upon a time a line repeated over and over again in ever fairy tale like a broken record but let’s take that record off and start with a new one.
In a time of supposed peace when the government is new, fresh there is nothing but riots and bloodshed. The government is for equality no matter what language you speak, where you come from, or what you believe in you are to be treated as an equal. But some people just can’t grasp that concept there so stuck in there world of make believe like a fairy tale they want to happen they just can’t let it go. And this is how it all starts.-(*
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*BANG-BANG-BANG* sighing you snap shut the book you had been reading and turn to look at your mother silently stitching away at another one of her little projects not even phased by the loud banging ringing through the castle. “Mother how can I read when I can’t even think straight with this incessant noise?” Your mother looked up from the rose she was stitching into the cloth. Her long (your color hair) hair never moving from the taunt bun on top of her head her bluish green eyes giving you her trade mark board stare. “I’m sorry dear there is nothing I can do.” Satisfied with the answer she produced she goes pack to the rose on the oh so white cloth.
Groaning you get up from the over stuffed chair you had been trying to read in for the past hour. Setting down your book onto the dust free coffee table you exit the ‘sitting’ room your shoes clicking on the over polished hardwood floor. Your red as blood dress swished as you walked, curse the dress it made you feel like you where suffocating.
Walking down the over clean, hardly lit hall way you still heard the ‘Bang’s’ from all the rioters protesting and damaging your home. ‘Why don’t they all just get a life. The law is the law they can’t do anything to change it.’ Seeing your destination you walk up to the large oak door knocking as hard as you could so you could be heard on the other side. Hearing a faint ‘Come in’ you push with all your might against the door.
“Father can you please do some thing about them.” You pleaded with your father. ‘Father’ looked up from the papers he was looking at the glasses on his face falling to the bridge of his nose. He sighs and stands from his chair “I’m sorry darling there’s nothing I can do the only thing I can do is let them riot tell they finally give up.” You sighing annoyingly look at your father as he gazes out the window on too the rioters hitting your home with random objects. “But Father they may never stop. Then what’ll happen.” He turns to look at you and gives you one of his goofy grins “Then we’ll just have to through you out there and let them have there way with you.” You stomp your foot playfully “FATHER!” you father lightly chuckles “You know I’m kidding darling.” He walks over and pulls you into a hug. You giggle against your fathers chest he’s a big man tall with a medium build he has short brown hair and laughing (your color eyes) eyes, you love him to death he’s the funniest man you know you could say you where a daddy’s girl but who wouldn’t be with a dad like him.
Suddenly there is a loud *BANG* then silence, your father lifts his face from you to the door. Lifting your face out of your fathers chest you listen for any sounds of banging suddenly you hear the sounds of foot steps running foots steps and yelling angry yelling you turn your head up to look at your father. “Father what’s happening?” you question him.
Looking down to your face he grabs your hand and leads you the right hand side of his office he pulls open the panel on the wall to reveal a empty room with just a bed and a shelf that contained water and other survival rations. You turn to look at your father your question written all over your face. “What are you doing father?” he pushes you into the small room and gives you a hug “Never give up faith (y/n) never give up hope you hear me?” he said you nod against his shoulder. Your father pulls away from you and gives you a sad look while closing the panel.
You run up to the panel and slide to the floor pressing your ear to the panel. You hear arguing and struggling you can’t make out the words your so stunned you can cry you can’t scream out you can’t do anything but listen. Listening you hear the sounds of angry yells of what you don’t know you hear the screams of your mother and the shouts of your father then all you hear is silence complete and utter silence.
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Its deafening the silence is deafening you can’t take it any more. Walking in the room back and forth, around and around the miniscule room. You don’t know how long you’ve been here minutes, hours, days, weeks it’s just a blend but today seems different. You walk to the wall sliding down leaning in so you can hear better.
Laughing and cheering. That’s what you hear laughing and cheering why would they be laughing and what would they be cheering. You hear the crowd grow louder and then a loud ‘swish’ then a ‘thunk’ and the cheering grows louder. You think and think.
Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. The ‘swish’ was from a guillotine. Your heart skipped a beat. The ‘thunk’ was none other than……..you didn’t even want to think it didn’t even want it to cross your mind but it did; the ‘thunk’ was your parent’s heads.
Realization hit in and you put your face in your hands and wept and wept silent tears of pain for that is all you felt coursing through your body was pain and loneliness. Sitting in the little dark room all alone.
*)-Not all Fairy Tales are Good Fairy Tales-(*
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-So how was it good bad should I stop while I'm ahead or keep going it's shorter than my other chapters but I have up to chapter three typed up. So tell me what you think I'd really like to know.