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13th August 2009 13:05 #1
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Let me explain a little of whats going on here; it started a couple of years ago when it seemed that just about everyone was writing an autobiography. I have to admit that I felt a little miffed that i had not been asked to write one myself, though admittedly, my life never really was all that exciting. I just thought to myself "Wouldn't it be great if i could write a biography or something?". The idea disappeared quite quickly and i forgot all about it.

Until a few weeks ago. And I started to write. But it wasn't about myself, or in fact any real person. It was about a roleplay character whom i had developed for at least 2 years, the character that intriged me the most: Matthew Cross. He had started out as the comic relief in a roleplay and the advice giver when things got tough, he had no indepth past nor did he play any major role except follow the main characters around and remind them what they were fighting for. It was then, in one of the post, and in an attempt to stir things up, another player asked my character, "Well what are you doing here, what are you fighting for?". I felt an extreme pang of guilt that, while being surrounded by these complex characters with meaning, my Matthew had been left as a hollow barrel of laughs. And while trying to develop him, the memory of biographys came back to me again. And so I've ended up writing random chapters of significant happenings in his life, they aren't very well done, but then again they aren't meant to be.

The chapter I'm presenting now, wasn't written as an adult thinking back on his childhood, but rather a 8 year old child looking into the mind of another 8 year old and writing excatly what he saw. Here you go, i hope you enjoy :)

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The day an Angel fell.

It was a bright day, without a cloud in the sky. Laughter drifted on the soft breeze of the air and floated around effortlessly among smiling children, as the rays of the sun bathed them in light. Water was being shot off in various directions from fathers. Mothers shouted various warnings over their many glasses of cider, only to be cut off by the laughter of their friends over gossip heard in the chippers last night. Laughter. There was a lot of that, and that’s how he knew it was going to be a bad day, a really bad day.

Small young eyes watched the activities outside, watching the other children run, watching their fathers play happily with them, the mothers giggle and chatter. He didn’t understand how, happy, they seemed. Like one of those movies on the TV they show at Christmas, all content and complete. His father never did anything like that, play water games in the sun, the only liquid his father knew was lager and after that whiskey. The house smelled of it, that and his fags. Even when he wasn’t puffing away at them, the clouds of smoke could still be seen clinging to the ceiling like a monster waiting to descend and attack you. "Those things attacked your lungs" his older cousin said, and so Matthew had learned to hold his breath and cover his mouth while walking through the sitting room. He was good at that, coming up with ways to protect himself, he had too, his mother wasn’t able to do it anymore she was too ill. And anyway, he was almost nine! Eight and three quarters to be exact! He was smart enough to know where to hide from monsters, a boogie man…a fist. It was his own fault for getting in the way he was told, his own bloody fault for a bruised arm, a bleeding nose. He knew that, he didn’t mind them really, getting them was much better than seeing her get them. His mother, she was the kindest and most beautiful thing in the whole world, she was the best mother. She didn’t deserve it, she was too wonderful to get hurt. He did though, Matthew got in the way, it was his damn own fault.

His father was gone for the day, probable to the pub. So he didn’t need to hide yet, not til later when the old man got back. " Mothers not feeling well today ", he thought to himself, "so I won’t bother her. " He might go and see Myobi-chan, a small girl he’d met when he was seven in the park one day; she always played with him there. Maybe she was at the park already, wondering why her friend wasn’t there to play with her. He couldn’t keep her waiting, after all he was older and had to mind her from the older kids, cause she looked a bit different than the rest of them and the other kids didn’t like that, so they were mean. Matthew didn’t mind though, she was really nice and had the coolest Wellingtons on when it rained, so he liked her. He’d play with her, and then get back in time for his father to come home. Maybe he wouldn’t be angry this time, maybe he’d be like the other dads today? Just this once. " I’ll tell Mum I’m going out, but I’ll be back in time to protect her " he said to himself as he moved away from the window and ran from his bedroom to his Mothers room. His small hands pushed open the door but no-one was in there, he checked twice just in case she was hiding too and she’d mistaken him for his dad. But she wasn’t so he ran down the stairs, sitting room, no, just the smoke monster in there, not the bathroom, or the hall. It was the kitchen left, and either she was a really good hider or she was in there. With a grin he ran towards the kitchen and went to open the door, but it was jammed. Pouting a bit he pushed more as it began to move a little bit. Once more, a really big push he decided as he threw himself as the door and it flung open, unfortunately he didn’t stop moving as he tripped over what had been blocking the doorway and landed to the group with a small thud. A small groan escaped from his mouth as he pulled himself up from the ground, only to stop midway as his eyes glanced on what had caused him to fall.

Soft, wavy hazel hair was hiding half on her face and her form was instantly blurred by tears forming in his eyes. He moved slowly over to her still body, her face looked like a dolls, white and still. Shaking hands shook her a bit. “Please, please get up” he said in a small voice; she always got up when she fell, always. Why wasn’t she responding to him? “You’re not supposed to sleep on the floor…” he mumbled shaking her a bit more. Tears began to rapidly fall down his face as his hands tightened and clung to her body. “Please! Please! Wake up!” Matthew buried his face on her shoulder, letting the cardigan she had been wearing soak up the tears falling from his eyes, as his trembling voice pleaded once more. “...Mother… Mum… Mum ……………………………………….Mommy?”
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14th August 2009 11:14 #2
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ChildishDelusion that was great! I didn't think you could capture so much suspense in just a few short paragraphs! I really did feel saddened for Matthew. I think you expressed his feelings and fear to a tee!

You're able to write, and draw.. You should start drawing your own Manga series? haha

I think the story ends there? It is enough to have a significant point in the story. But not enough, the reader wants to see more of what happens
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15th August 2009 12:36 #3
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I'd agree with Carrie in every way actaully. The way it's written is enticing. It's great how we know almost nothing about the main character, but feel so in touch with him. Very nice story!

Please post some more! :D

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15th August 2009 14:53 #4
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Thank you to both of you! :D Matthew was always one of my favourite characters to write about! And writing from a child perspective was surprisingly hard to do.

*pokes Andy* You definatley should create a topics so we can read some of your stuff! Mr. A level :P

I havent completed any more Matthew chapters, they are just kinda half done. But I have other tib bits to put up? NOt on my laptop but I can type them out. Until then heres one a friend and I wrote ages ago for a internet competition!

The Insane Shrink


The receptionist handed me a six hundred question “personality test.” The first question made me pause. “Are you currently, or have you ever been possessed by the devil or other evil spirits?” What? No! Even had I ever been, what would that have to do with my personality?
Two hours later, confused and shaken by nonsense questions, I finished the test and was admitted into the doctor’s room.
“Welcome,” he said to me. “So, what can I do for you?”
“I uh… was referred to you to discuss my OCD tendencies,” I replied.
“I see, but first, I’d like to discuss your gambling problem—“
“What? I don’t have a problem with gambling.”
“Really,” he said lowly, checking something on his clip-board,” you are in deep denial too. It’s important we get to the bottom of this.”
“I… don’t have the money to gamble. Really, I’ve never been to a casino in my life—“
“Now that, I can believe,” he offered a weak smile. “Your personality isn’t the type for casino going. But you watch sports programs right?”
“Uh…yeah, I guess so. It’s not like I’m calling a bookie or anything.” I argued.
“Mmm. You get upset, when “your” team loses?—“
“I…guess so…doesn’t everyone? It’s like…you watch for a while and become emotionally invested!—“
“And on horse races, you pick your winner, place a bet, albeit imaginary, and sit on the edge of your seat, screaming at the television screen. You’re upset when you lose five dollars. Five dollars that doesn’t even exist,” he passed.
“So what, not only do I have a gambling addiction, but it’s imaginary?! Come on!” I cried.
“Clearly, you’re delusional.” The doctor continued, “I may have to medicate you.”
“What? Listen here, I cam here in for compulsive hand washing—“
“And now we’ve discovered compulsive delusional gambling addiction,” he interrupted.
“You’re crazy,” I hissed.
“Be careful not to project your fear. Just because you are mentally unstable doesn’t mean anyone else is.”
“I am not mentally unstable!” I yelled.
Silence in sued as the doctor sucked his teeth in contemplation. “Poor impulse control. You need anger management. Medication is an absolute, and possibly in-patient care.”
“You’re going to institutionalize me? Because I wash my hands too much, I think you’re out of your mind?! I am not crazy!”
The shrink sighed deeply, “We definitely have to address that denial. Are you sure you aren’t possessed by demons? That’s a much easier problem to handle.”
I glared at the man hard. “Yes! I do feel a sudden case of Satan coming over me! Let’s deal with that!”
“Ah, so you lied before. Is it pathological?” he asked innocently.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Where’s the camera?”
“Paranoia as well. You’re really a mess! Tell me about your mother.” The doctor said with great sympathy.
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26th September 2009 21:37 #5
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That was BRILLIANT! You should publish a book of short stories like that! Too awesome. You so talented it HURTS!...Ow...Meany...
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19th February 2010 16:18 #6
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i wish i could write like that. I have to write a paper for my english class where i have to create my own version of dantes inferno and it's really tough.
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16th May 2010 20:38 #7
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I recently got an A+ on a writing assignment. Yay, Lambo.
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28th May 2010 00:19 #8
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that's a good first chapter!
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4th August 2010 05:08 #9
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you're such a good writer Maddie!
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4th August 2010 11:46 #10
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yea you should write a book
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This is really good. Please continue.
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The Human Soul


Part One

This fight was over.

And so, it seemed, was I.

As the last of the shots rang out around the trees I became numb, I didn’t even feel my body smash into the wet leafy floor of the forest. All I can think of is how the damp is going to ruin my coat, genuine leather, and then I remember it’s all torn to pieces, shot through and covered in several types of blood. I liked that coat and my gun, dear Gisele, never let me down, not once. She had fallen from me and the burn from the tattoo of it seared red in my left hand, the pain long gone. Feeling was long gone. I was sure I had several gaping holes and gashes in my now limp body but I couldn’t tell you where. Not anymore. I had fought to my very last breath and though every single living creature in this area was dead or dying I had failed. He hadn’t been here, the bastard, I was so sure. So sure I rushed in with a rag tag crew and a taste for vengeance. I’m so sorry Christina. I stopped thinking, I stopped being calm. I stopped caring when you were taken from me, truthfully. Are you mad? Are you angry, disappointed in me? I just- I just wasn’t strong enough without you.

I know I’m crying. I can’t feel the tears but I know they’re there. Salty and wet, rolling down a lifeless face, coming from eyes that can barely see anymore. Stupid man, crying, don’t know whether it’s from the possibility of seeing you again and having you being mad or....I don’t think I’ll end up where you are...You were an angel and me, nothing of the sort. I can’t hear now, the trees are a dark blur and everything is getting foggy. Oh Christina, I love you, it’s not possible to describe how much. But it’s getting dark and I doubt I’ll end up in the-

LIGHT. Bright searing light hits my face, painful and sweet at the same time. My arm rushed up to cover my eyes, my arm moved, it moved! The pain is still gone but I can move! As my eyes adjusted to their newfound sight I stumbled to my feet finding the floor smooth. Somehow I didn’t think I was in Kansas anymore. The forest was gone, the bodies that had scattered the ground were nowhere to be seen and had been replace by sheer white marble, a room, a room filled with strange and indescribable things. I didn’t have much time to register all this take it all in; it was too much, what was happening?

“Alexander Autumn. “ It wasn’t a question this voice had spoken; this voice knew who I was for certain. I twirled around to see a petite woman, short black hair and ebony skin with piercing eyes and a pearl white smile looking at me. “Yes” I answered trembling, as if I was unsure of whom I was. “Please follow me” she stated in a chirpy voice as she walked out of two huge oaken doors which I was sure weren’t there when I had arrived. But in shock and not knowing where I was, I followed along silently. The door led out to what looked to be the open. I couldn’t see a sky above me, just buildings that seemed to stretch on to infinity but I could feel a soft breeze cross my path and ruffle my hair along the way. She was moving further away from me so I quickened my pace as she began to walk across a wooden bridge, I couldn’t help but look down as I crossed, and it was a river, faintly blue that seemed to carry pictures in it. Pictures, no wait, these were memories, MY memories. “CHRISTINA” I called out as saw her smiling face pass below me. I turned to run to the other side of the bridge, just to get a second glance of that face but was abruptly stopped be a very large man who stood in my way. “There will be plenty of times to mull over your memories later Alexander Autumn.” A gruff voice, the man was big, larger than even me. Not for a second did I think I could win a fight with him and so I was directed to the other side of the bridge like a naughty child in trouble. The small ebony woman had disappeared and had been replaced by a tall, pale brunette clothed in a pale pink dress, she was beautiful, strikingly so but the biggest feature of her body were the two large wings that rested on her back. “You can close your mouth Alexander; I assure you they are real”

“Is this a dream?” I asked suddenly, my mind catching up with me at last.

“You could say that” She answered quietly as she placed a small hand on my shoulder “One that will be short lived Alexander, we need you. You shall be our warrior of the people. You shall defend your kind. ”

“But- am I not dead, I know I am, I’m dead, I died” I spluttered not really taking anything in “I’m supposed to go to the afterlife, I can’t do anything dead!”

“Dead men tell no tales; this is true Alexander that is why...” she paused for a moment as she turned herself to me fully, her eyes meeting mine. “Alexander Autumn you will live. ”

My head raced, I didn’t understand, I was being told but I just couldn’t take it in. “But I thought it was the end.” I muttered to myself.

“No Alexander, for you it is just beginning.”
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4th September 2010 01:51 #13
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Wow O_O

I really liked the it!

(sorry I'm very impatient and read the first part of it, skimmed through

the the remainder) It was, as always, well written!
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its was fantastic, i love the way you write it with the pace of it and the suspense!
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Good job! I really liked how you put the word LIGHT in another paragraph. It was really effective!
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