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Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - yoshman9000 - 17-04-2009 12:53 AM
You thought it was over? No way!
I was just getting started. My writing is getting better, and so is my speed. As you see, I named this one Connection, but there is a possibility that I come up with a new title. So you guys know the drill now. Enjoy. Part One: You crushed my dreams
John Burb
Fear is one thing that is avoided in the human race. I myself, fear extreme hope that is given up and is down the drain. Though this has only happened few times in my life, it is very unexpected. I remember the first time that my hope was lost in the storm called life; being five years old, finding my dad being killed in the army. My dad has always been the loving kind of father. He was always there to talk to about anything. I miss him and I missed him ever since the hour his soul left this earth.
Just like all of my wishes lost in my life, I didnât have this one coming. My only daughter, never existed. She was a mere anticipation drowned in sea. All the baby furniture, was wasted away. All that money spent for preparing for nonentity. Ever since Jennifer told me that she wasnât pregnant, I have been nothing but depressed. My life apprehension has been realized.
She told me that she just had her period. We spent months preparing for our first child, finding that no such life form except her own was in her body. The day that she found out the dread, she was cooking my favorite meals, buying me everything that I anticipated, and was treating me like a king. I thought she was just having an amazing day at work, until at exactly nine oâclock at night, she told me the news.
My first reaction was that she was kidding, but she was giving me the most serious face that she gave me in years. I knew after a while that it was true and my hope and my aspiration would just be dust in the wind, like many other peopleâs dreams.
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - yoshman9000 - 19-04-2009 12:37 AM
I wrote yet another! Enjoy!
Part Two: Love and death were never so close
Lilith Pleasant
Flashback:
I would have never known that the greatest enthusiasm in my life would of lead to the end of it. Something as modest as me losing my virginity made me loss the only thing that I had and desired. My boyfriend was the paramount thing in my life that brought me joy and sustained me. Though I trusted him in every way, I was suspecting that he was depressed.
He had convinced me into taking off my clothes and making out with him on his bed. I loved him with every bit of my heart committed to his beautiful smile. Lying wasnât anything that he would have done, but I canât put my finger on this one trait, phony in the cells. He was the most trustworthy person that I knew, though I donât know any trustworthy people at all, my sister being the least of them all.
She wonât even cry at my funeral. She wanted me too die and is probably jumping up and down on her bed, singing. I remember the one day that she screeched to me âI hope you burn in hell you gothic mess!â Spitting in her face was my only reaction. I ended getting ground for a month due to that. Angela got to go around being the slutty tramp that she is, having s*x with Dustin almost every night.
A gun to my face was the first thing that I got when I left Dirks house. A dark-skinned man was wearing a long, black coat in the blazing hot weather at eight oâclock at night. The gun was metal with brown ridged that shined in the moonlight. The man had glanced at me and the last words that I heard in my life were âGoodbye Lilith.â The next second was my remaining second that I had lived.
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - phoebe91 - 20-04-2009 04:55 AM
Ooo, dramatic. Can't wait to see what else you got this time!
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - Majick - 20-04-2009 05:00 AM
Wow. I'm intrigued.
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - yoshman9000 - 23-04-2009 01:35 AM
Enjoy!
Part Three: A life taken after another.
Brandi Broke
No one knows how theyâre going to die. My husband at least expected it. Though the last thirty minutes of his life, he knew he was dying. The water surrounding him, brought him down to death, and as he sank farther and farther into the Pacific Ocean, the smell of death was becoming stronger. He had been drastically pulled into five feet of water, and had hit the wet sand. Unconscious, his lungs had been begging for air, but his brain wasnât working. Slowly and despondently, his body shut down.
I gazed down at the puddle of tears that my eyes have created. I have never felt so depressed in my life. My loving husband had lost his life and is now floating somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, dead. I never got the chance to say goodbye to him. The last and final time that I saw him, we were in a violent fight. He had accused me of stealing his golden watch. I was shouting at him; tell him to get out of my life. Now, I feel like crawling into a hole and dying. I never realized until he was dead that I really loved him with all my heart. Behind all of the fighting, was a loving family couple.
I glanced over at the family picture, of me, my husband, and Dustin. Taking a deep sigh, I threw the picture frame across my bedroom. The image of this loving family was too much for me. It is all lost now. Dustin never listens to me anymore. I find him coming home drunk in the middle of the night, acting like I donât see him. He really thinks that Iâm an idiot and I donât know what heâs really doing. I know heâs having unprotected s*x with his girlfriend, Angela almost every night. If he comes up to me saying that Angela is pregnant, heâs going to be kicked out of my house, and going to have to find his own way of living.
I stared at my end table; the brown smooth edges were shining in the lamplight. The contents in that end table will end my pain, and make me join my husband in heaven. My arm was shaking as I opened the draw, and took out a container full of Wellbutrinâs pills. On the container, it said that the pills were prescribed to me. The salty tears that were coming out of my eyes dripped down my cheek and into the container. My arm reached up towards my mouth, and the pills fell in. My despair is over now.
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - Rena - 23-04-2009 11:11 PM
More pl0x.
<;DD
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - phoebe91 - 25-04-2009 02:34 AM
Whoa, you just love to start with the dramatic parts xD More?
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - yoshman9000 - 02-05-2009 01:03 AM
Wow. I haven't updated in a while. That's why I have two parts in this update. Enjoy!
Part Four: My heart canât take the rush
Cassandra Goth
People say that you should only marry someone if you love them. Iâve been wondering why Iâve agreed to marry Don as he is an ignorant self-centered jerk that has only made me feel drained. Though this one feeling, a feeling that Iâll be okay with him, that he wonât harm me when we say our vowels. Iâve sent my dad in tears for this event that is going on in my life. He told me that he wouldnât say a word to me until the wedding because he knows I dislike Don. These choices that Iâm making are putting peopleâs lives in misery and I keep telling myself that itâll be okay after we get married. Don has said to me that he loves me with all his heart and that heâd stand in the fire for me. I know that theyâre all lies because Don has cheated on me dozens of time. Iâm punching myself in the eye because I canât break up with him.
Don stared at me with his bright green eyes gleaming in the daylight. He had just asked me if I wanted to get married tomorrow. My reaction was no reaction. I was dumbfounded as he couldnât wait a simple three months to walk down the aisle with me, but instead he wanted to wait one day. He lifted up his hand and caressed my tan cheek. His arms were hairy and gave me the urge to scratch. I lifted up my arm and pulled down his hand from my cheek.
âDon, why canât you wait like everyone else that gets married?â I asked him while sitting on the couch in his living room. The couch squeaked while my leather jacket rubbed up against it. Don never made enough money to afford a simple decent apartment. Instead, he owned a dirty brick-face condo that his brother had bought for him. I glanced at the white stucco wall of the living room and tried not to quiver. Don had made himself feel proud of the dump that he lived in and always convinced people that he lived in a decent home and made enough money, but never convinced me. As my family is the richest family in town, I always knew what was decent and what was not. Don leisurely stepped over to me and pressed his lips against mine. At that moment, I knew that everything would be alright.
Part Five: You betrayed me, and I loved you.
Dina Caliente
I starred at Donâs eyes and took in a deep sigh. The only guy that I really loved is marrying the worst tramp in town today, and now I realized that I truly had feeling for him. Heâs the only guy on the face of the earth that really listens to me and understands me. Cassandra will soon be in his arms and Iâm going to have to go on with my life because he told me that he loves Cassandra with all his heart and he doesnât want me anymore. What have I gone wrong with this? I love him more than that whore ever will and Don actually finds me attractive. He told me numerous times that he thinks Cassandra is the most hideous woman that he ever looked at and now heâs getting married to her. I want to strangle her until her lungs fade out and she faints onto the ground. At her funeral, Iâd dance on her grave and let Don love me again. My only love is being faded away in the dust by another woman that was originally just a money scheme.
My eyes glanced back down at the hardwood floor of my condo living room. I spotted a tiny red ant crawling past Don and onto his hairy tan leg. It slowly crawled up into his shorts and was never seen again. I wished I could hide away like that ant did. All of my problems would be away and Iâd have less stress in my life. With Don breaking up with me, I feel like committing suicide and never walking on the face of the planet again. Iâd let everyone, especially Don, know how much stress that they put in my life. A tear slowly dropped down from my eye and splattered onto the floor. I watched as the water jiggled onto the hardwood and eventually stood still.
Taking in another sigh, I gazed up back at the love of my life. His eye lids werenât blinking and his eyes were starring right past me. At that second, I knew just what to do. I dashed into my kitchen and opened my shiny brown cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Windex. My arms were shaking and I just realized what I really was doing and started to question myself. My head turned and I saw Don behind me, chuckling at me. Now I knew that I was making the right decision. My hands guided the bottle and I poignantly gulped down the liquid. I felt as my tears were covering the outside of the bottle and as I finished, I turned to Don and whispered, âfudge you!â
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - Amiisay - 02-05-2009 01:18 AM
:O
Re: Connection (A short novel sequel in progress) - sim323 - 03-05-2009 05:28 PM
i didnt even see that coming!
I'd imagine the usual dina trying to just get him back