The Birthday Solo Intro: She stared into the ocean, above the sharks in the mysterious depth. The waves curled silently in remorse as her spirit flew up. She rose over the ocean, over the place she once called home... As she arrived the man in a white suit said in a deep tone, "Finally." This girl did not believe this was her home. It was not her property, not her territory. Everyday she felt like a random soul among the crowd. She was nobody...no matter what the words that they forced into her head. The girl's name just happens to be No One. Silently No One walked along the beach back to her hotel room. The sand was cold for it was night. She liked the feeling of the "clay like" solute rubbing against her bare feet each step. Yet people stared and laughed as she walked alone. In her mouth was a birthday horn. The birthday with nobody, not even a "friend". She blew on the horn, a sad tune of the "Happy Birthday" song. The depression was shown, she felt worthless. Her mind was dumb, her body numb. Thinking to herself she wondered what was left. Not even her ex called, not even her mother. "What am I here for?" spiraled through her mind, not just now, but everyday. She finally reached her hotel, glancing once more at the foggy gray sky. Then she slowly dragged her feet into the hotel. Room 1104 was her stop. Where she would be alone. She felt people in the lobby staring. Felt their eyes burning her back, and it hurt, yes it hurt her. A tear dropped down her face, only one. She had no more tears, no strength to cry at all. Climbing the stairs not once did No One breathe heavy, flight after flight she only grinned. The sad birthday tune was played once more. Then the grin grew larger, her eyes widened in conspiracy. She knew there was nothing left. She took her time up the 11 stories, still grinning. Exiting the stairs into the hallway, she shuffled to her room. The grin faded as she opened the door seeing emptiness. Except, unlike before she left, there was a rose on her bed. The rose was dry and dead. It was from her ex, the time when she was happy, the one time when she was herself. Slowly she made her way to the bed. She wiped her eyes feeling as if she cried, although she knew she could not. She picked the rose up carefully making sure it did not crumble, like her heart. There she sat staring at the rose. She remembered how she got this beauty. Her last birthday, when her ex Richard had given the incredible rose. He said it was as beautiful as her. Then she threw the rose across the room and watched as it crumbled. Her body ached, but she liked the pain. She laid down spreading her body across the bed. She laughed and laughed and laughed. Her body twitched and that grin appeared across her face. The face she deemed hideous, the face of shame. She laughed until she was out of breath and tired. Then she sat herself up, staring at the phone seeing she had not missed one message. No One made her way across the room, her legs quivering; she opened the sliding doors to her balcony. There she was in the breeze from the direction of the ocean, her hair flew magnificently all over the place. She laughed, a quiet laugh, and then she screamed for all to hear. She saw her birthday wine and cake on her metal table outside. Slowly she made her way over to it all. She took the bottle of wine and smashed it at the greatly sculpted cake. With all her force she kept smashing it and smashing it, until the bottle eventually broke. Taking the bottle in her hands she cried, she cried because she was alone. How could she be someone if nobody even cared? How would she be someone if she was unnoticed and unappreciated? She wanted to be someone; she wanted to go out as someone. But then, she thought, “What if this is only a dream?” Forgetting the broken glass was in her hand she tightened her fists, and then let out an eerie moan. A cut grew on her hand; it grew and grew as blood came out. She sadly realized this was not a dream, it was reality, everything was her real life. In disgrace she laid the bottle down and then she took her hand pressing it against the white exterior wall. The handprint was not No One's, it was now Some Ones. She admired her artwork and then wrote a phrase on the wall, a phrase her mouth could not form. The grin came back as she walked over to the ledge; the conspiracy was too overwhelming even for her! She looked down right at the ocean, the place where creatures lurked beneath you. She felt the ledge; the white paint was cold and glossy. The ledge was at least a foot wide, so without a thought, No One pushed her way up. She felt her life about to disappear. She knew what she was about to do. One last time her life memories passed through her mind, especially Richard, yes especially him. She thought about the people who laughed at her, the people that watched her standing alone. She did not want to see any of their faces anymore, not even Richard's. "If he was here," she thought, "Everything would have been okay." Looking at her hand it was bloody red, like the rose. She studied her blood while keeping steady, she knew she was already dead; there was no doubt on her mind. Then without hesitation, she lifted one leg and jumped, to her death... She died there on her birthday, yet she was dead each day. Everyday she was slowly dying inside and out. Nobody was there for her, it was bound to happen sometime, right? At that moment her bedroom door opened. In a faint voice someone called her name, it was not only but Richard. He saw the rose, picked what was left of it up and started bawling. He knew there was more to find. Noticing the curtains for the sliding door blowing, she had to be out there he told himself. So he walked faster than ever before out to the balcony. He gagged when he saw the wall; he gagged when he saw the smashed cake. He knew he should have come earlier. Richard saw a bloodied handprint on the ledge, and sauntered over. He held his stomach and put one hand on her handprint. Looking down he saw her lonely mangled and dead body. He turned around and fell to his knees facing the wall. His mind was spiraling as he read her artwork aloud. "I am Some One," he shook his head, "NO! You were Some One, someone to me," he stopped and took a deep breath. "But now, beautiful, you are No One.”
Thank youu , I'm kind of..addicted to writing haha. I'm happy someone got a Short Story thread started.
It's been mulling in my head for a while now... Short Stories get buried in FF, so I decided to make a thread to keep a bunch in one place so they don't disappear!
Shattered Dimensions The hooded man stood at the edge of the forest clearing. Moonlight flooded in, breaking through the maze of broke trees and winding branches. In his hand he held a a jewel encrusted long sword with a perfectally clean metal edge. Light hit the centre of the stones and shot out in different directions; painting the trees green, red and blue. He gripped the hilt tighter, bits of rubys and diamonds digging into his skin. Tighter, tighter, tighter. Droplets of blood hung on his fingers and palm. Moonlight hit the ball of blood and reflected fear and pain into the heart of the forest. As the light bounced off the lake and shone over his face; a lone tear formed. It rolled down his face, curving around the figures of his face. The water spread across his cheek like an infection. It finally reached the end of it's journey and clung onto the bottom of his cheek. Slowly moving towards the man's chin… and dropped into the abyss of the mass of water. *Drip*. A small splash was created as the droplet of salty water hit the lake. A ripple was send through it. The man let go of his sword. It clattered onto the dewy grass. He dropped to his knees. His trousers splashed in dew and rain. His body ached, his vision blurred, hearing muffled. He clung onto the last threads of life. A battle between the two strongest forces on the Earth. Raging inside his body. His face fell. His body flopped. The lake rippled… and froze. VERY short but is an improvised clip of an abandoned plot of a story.
The missing waffle I was eating breakfast when something was missing... Then I though Of Course a waffle. I saw that I was all out of waffles. so I went to the store but they were all out too. I had visited 9 stores when I relized that there was a thief... A waffle thief.