5000m LONG DISTANCE

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Subject: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Mon Dec 15 2008, 14:01

5000m LONG DISTANCE

Welcome to the 5000m long distance event. Please read the instructions carefully

INSTRUCTIONS
The 3000m will be closing shortly so you can play it however you wish.

This race is done on word count alone.

You may interpret this any way you wish - submit in any form you wish (ie: one shots, drabbles, poems, chapters, stories, riddles etc etc)

Edit posts for all links to stories on HQ
Make new posts for all new writing posted in this thread such as poems and drabbles etc

REMEMBER: Put word count of each item posted. For example:

Post 1:
Link here to chapter 10 of purple hippos (2019 words)
Link here to one shot of pink hippos (506 words)

Post 2:
[drabble here]
(100 words)

REMEMBER: You will get more points the more you write though even if you only do 100 words, you can get some points!

IMPORTANT RULES

1. ONLY chapters/stories written after the date of this event opening will be accepted, this includes drabbles and poems which havent been used here before
2. All links to chapters and stories in same post, drabbles, poems and other numerous other posts (doouble posting allowed)
3. Post the link to actual chapter NOT to contents page
4. Write word count for every item in brackets though we will check

Please note: Scores are now much higher than originally planned!

Only those who signed up can participate

kathrineee_anne
Rigby Dumbledore
Raistlin The Wizard
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Elana
Stephy
ag167
polly
Snapes_girl
Pickles
Gemma_Cullen-Malfoy
KatieBellaTrix
Shausto-la
Herbaceoustraitorous
P h o e n i x
Ellemanae
weasleybrother08
ElladoraZeller
Etta
RhiannonMei
Snape_Luffer
Alice Cullen
Jamoki
jennifer williams
Samantha Granger
Agatha Black
Puppet_Master
Kris
streams of silver
Sashi

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Fri Dec 19 2008, 17:18

*hopes she's doping this right*

Okay Here we Gooooooo:

Chapter Nine of Forever Yours (983 words)
http://www.hogwarts-quill.com/viewstory.php?sid=260&chapter=9

Chapter Ten of Forever Yours (955 words)
http://www.hogwarts-quill.com/viewstory.php?sid=260&chapter=10

Chapter Eleven of Forever Yours (1606 words)
http://www.hogwarts-quill.com/viewstory.php?sid=260&chapter=11

Chapter Twelve of Forever Yours (1839)
http://www.hogwarts-quill.com/viewstory.php?sid=260&chapter=12

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Thu Jan 01 2009, 21:25

Okay, so I have this Prompts & Practices book for writers that gives a prompt for every day of the year, so I decided to go ahead and use that partially for this challenge, which I might also make a thread for, if anyone is interest.

So my word count for my first Prompt Writing (title not included) is:

811 words.

January First: Write About a Sunday Afternoon

Fiona stared at the computer screen, unsure of how to respond, or if she should respond at all, to the email from Derek. She had looked so long at the words that they had become a meaningless blur. As the good angel and bad devil argued inside her mind, she found herself thinking the short message over and over in her mind.

Fi,
I know I don’t deserve it, but meet me Sunday afternoon at Lazy Rabbits. I have big news that I need to share with you.
D.

That was it, no apology, no begging, not even a token Love, Derek or Yours, Der. Fiona sighed in frustration.

Of course, as usual, Fiona had neglected her email for almost three days, and it was Sunday, late morning. She wouldn’t have the luxury of really thinking this over, no time to discuss the invitation is endless conversations with Randi, Carla and Bruce. So, time to listen to good angel and bad devil.

Fiona’s Bad Devil Weighs In:

Absolutely not, Fiona! Derek “I Can’t Commit” Freyer, is not, I repeat, not worth the time! He is just going to start playing you again! The dude wouldn’t even commit to getting a one week vacation rental with you after four years of dating! He most certainly doesn’t deserve it. He’s probably just going to tell you something that’s going to send you back to your room, crying for days. Like that he’s getting married to that vapid blond bimbo you caught him with, or that he has some disease which you now should get tested for- you should probably go back for another blood test even if you just had one when the two of you broke up last month. Or he’s going to tell you that he finally realized how much of his perfect life and easy existence was really owed to you cleaning up after him, but you have opened your eyes! He sucks, you have moved on! That cute guy, in the sales department, I know you like him! You should ask him out right now, leave stupid Derek at that dumb dive bar Lazy Rabbits, a bar he’s too dumb to realize you have always hated, and go see Cute Sales Guy at the dog park. He totally told you he’d be there with his dog this afternoon. He likes dogs, he has actually committed to taking care of another being for at least the next fourteen years or so! Go to Cute Sales Guy, if it’s important Derek can email you, or call you like a normal human being. You are so over Derek and his man baby ways!

Bad Devil had some good arguments, thought Fiona. However, Good Angel had to have her say as well.

Fiona’s Good Angel Offers Her Two Cents:

He’s just going to be sitting there alone if you don’t show! The way things ended between the two of you, can you blame him for sending such a short email? You were practically deranged when you confronted him and kicked him out. And maybe Derek has changed, maybe his big news is that he finally got a job! That he’s ready for marriage and babies and a house in the suburbs. Oh, Fiona, wouldn’t that be what you always wanted? And even if his news isn’t that, don’t you want to see him? Don’t you want him to see you? All this grief has done wonders for you figure, and the crying jags forced you to drink water, you were so dehydrated, but now your skin looks great! Where that new purple sundress and go show the boy what he’s been missing. Derek was your first great love, what if there’s a chance at a happy ending? If you don’t go, you will always regret it. Go to Derek, Fi, go to him!

Fiona switched off her computer. She wouldn’t reply to the email, it was too late. And she wouldn’t call him, no matter what her decision was. The arguments raged on as she showered and changed. She did put on her purple sundress, but either Derek or Cute Sales Guy would dig it on her. Fiona really did look fantastic in it. She twirled in the mirror, the large one with the crack in it from where Derek had fell into it last New Year’s Eve. Her mind twirled with indecision.

Okay, she told herself, time to make a decision. It was now after one, and although neither Derek or Cute Sales Guy had defined the “afternoon” portion of Sunday afternoon, she assumed that it was late enough to meet either one.

Derek!, cried Good Angel

Cute Sales Guy!, demanded Bad Angel.

Fiona spun around one final time, decision made in that brief second.

Smiling at her reflection, she blew herself a kiss goodbye, and headed to her Sunday afternoon destination.

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Thu Jan 08 2009, 23:04

Word count (all except titles): 2062 words

Short Story:
A Great Love From Mama(575)

Poems:

Untitled (113)

Spoiler:: Colors fade....
Life is meaningless
Promises were lift filth
When no one to be bothered
When a cluster of clouds....
Dim the sky.
Coldness pushes you
To feel numb and lifeless
Strings attached....
Has been cut
Chains were loosened
And freedom's gone
When you see things
That you hate to look at
When you hear things
But you hate to listen
When you want things
And you thirst too much
It seems they're not there....
Too distant to give fear
When things seems so far
And out of reach
When love exists,
But not really lives
When life performs the activity,
Activity you dread
That is when you remain
Too still for comfort

Myself (187)

Spoiler:

Living Casualties (100)

Spoiler:

The Positive In Negative Positive Things (257)

Spoiler:

Tranquility (58)

Spoiler:

Inner Plea (100)

Spoiler:

Immortal You (256)

Spoiler:

Unanswered (155)

Spoiler:

Our Land (161)

Spoiler:

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Mon Jan 12 2009, 03:07

Drabble: Tulips (100 words)

"Hi, honey," Barbara greeted Sandy. "How are you?"

"Not fine," Sandy weakly said. " Everybody knows I'm not. Sooner or later I'll be gone."

"No, honey! Don't say that. You'll be fine," obviously, Barbara was not ready to hear those.

Barbara hugged Sandy so tender, lovingly and careful; teary eyed.

Danny caught this dramatic scene, he brought a bouquet of tulips.

"You know mom? I've dreamt my death. There, before I died," word by word sandy stated with soaked eyes. "I've seen flowers," blurry she saw Danny and continued, "that exact bouquet...held by dad," and exhaled for the last time.

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Fri Jan 30 2009, 22:07

After reading your post, Kate, I looked up a site for prompts and found this great one: Creative Writing Prompts. Great resource for anyone struggling to come up with an idea!

Stuck [1095]

I’ve always considered myself a fairly lucky person. I’ve had luck in getting into classes with my friends, getting good parts in school plays, drawing straws, basically everything I’ve done has turned out well. But today…today’s just been off. And for Valentine’s Day, that’s especially not a good thing.

So I wake up this morning, right, quarter to six. My alarm’s turned to the radio, since I just love this radio guy’s voice, so great, and usually at 5:45 it’s him commenting on the weather. I know, I know – doesn’t sound exciting, but the way he does it is fantastic. I honestly don’t think anyone’s listening to the show at the hour because he just goes on about the “voluptuous cloud formations starting around eleven” and such.

I don’t think his boss listens to the show, but those of us who wake up to it start out the day with a sleepy grin.

But anyways, today he was out sick, and they had this horridly squeaky voiced girl read the weather. She was either awfully congested or just naturally sounded like an eight-year-old with a bad cold, and so nervous that she could hardly get a word out. Yeah, I felt bad for her, but seriously – the greatest radio guy is out sick and you just take in someone from the street? Puh-lease.

But she got me out of bed fifteen minutes earlier than normal since I didn’t stay to hear her out and the terrible songs she would’ve played. So I groggily head out of my room and into the bathroom to shower. On the way, I stub my big toe on my doorframe. Now, let me tell you – hurting yourself so early in the morning is an odd experience. At the same time it’s excruciatingly painful and numbed, like your senses are still waking up, too. That was fun.

Besides that, the hot water was out, so I ended up half-wet, hopping around in a still-damp towel my brother must’ve used last night, my big toe dully throbbing, and then I look on the bathroom counter and see that my idiot brother took out all of my make-up and that the cat got into it, by the looks of it. Y’know, brushes mangled, lip gloss tubes bitten, colorful eye shadow paw prints dotting the counter. At this point, I’m getting royally ticked off.

I skip showering since once the water’s out it takes a couple hours for it to go back to normal, and open my closet to get my favorite red top. Valentine’s Day, remember? Of course, my cutest red striped Charlotte Russe top isn’t anywhere to be found. So I have to settle for this dark pink three-quarter length sweater. Still cute, but not as cute. My best fitting jeans are in the wash, so I have to dig out another pair, one of those that fit around the hips but are just a bit too short. So annoying.

And then the hair.

God, it just wasn’t my day.

Seeing as I couldn’t shower, I had to make due with what was left from yesterday. I’ve got some majorly curly hair, so yesterday’s curls would have to do, even though they were a bit lank. So I try pinning it up in different ways, but it’s just not cooperating so I just give up and pull it back into a ponytail with a hair band. Breakfast was just disgusting, so I won’t go into it. Let’s bypass my ride being late to pick me up, classes being a drag, and skip forward to the Peer Helper meeting after school.

Now, there’s something very important you have to know before I get into the bathroom fiasco.

All year, I’ve had my sights set on this one guy. Aaron Roberts. Super nice, super cute, super smart, super athletic. With the full package, he’s had a lot of girls all over him, but I’ve always been there – on the side, not right in with the horde. And it hadn’t really been looking like he’d noticed me at all, but my friend got a tip-off from another friend who’s dating one of his, and told me that he was going to ask me out today.

This is why it really sucked having all of that bad luck this morning.

So, anyway, we were all eating snacks at the meeting before it started, Aaron sitting right by me, and we’re just starting talking when this freshman, Lucy Stebbins – I still don’t know what she did, because I don’t think she kicked out the table leg, but she did something and the gallon of milk Mrs. Halverson brought for the cookies slipped and fell, dousing me with 2%.

So I guess, in a way, it was lucky that my CR top wasn’t in the closet.

I run off to the bathroom, my face matching the color of my shirt that wasn’t milk splattered. I’m totally embarrassed – first because Aaron and I were just starting to talk and so I’m sure he was going to say something about us since he hadn’t had a chance all day and second because the last sight he had of me was my stained jean and sweater combo.

I get into the bathroom and grab some paper towels from the dispenser and start dabbing the milk off of my clothes before it spreads any more, but when I’m finished it still looks like I’ve peed and spit all over myself. So I figure, hey, I’ll just wait in here for a while until the damp goes away. Someone had left a few celebrity gossip magazines on the little shelf and so I grabbed one, put the lid down on one of the toilets, and settled in to wait.

Basically…I lost track of time.

The meeting was supposed to be short, only like ten-fifteen minutes, and I’d left five in. So that gave me about ten minutes to get back. Since I don’t have my phone, iPod, or watch with me, I have to guess, and I’m thinking I’ve been in this bathroom for a good hour. You see, it was only after I’d gone through the entire magazine that I remembered about the meeting. I curse and get up, put the magazine back, and try the door handle.

It’s locked.

Just the perfect maraschino cherry on top of a great day.

So yep, I’m still in this lurid pink linoleum’d high school bathroom, it’s making noises, and I’m stuck until morning when the janitors come in to clean up.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Fri Jan 30 2009, 22:41

Poems

I should really not write poems this late XD Ah well, easy points, heh.

Sunshine Meal [17]

They stand
Empty handed,
A plate of sunshine for
The day’s meal, but happier than
The rich.

(Cinquain about poverty bringing about the best in some and wealth the worst in others.)

Laughter String [63]

A string of laughter,
A laughter string,
We weave it faster, faster
Through the days we bring
This laughter string which we tie
A chaotic, colorful creation,
For with it the time flies by
As we form a happier nation.

A string of laughter,
A laughter string,
We pull it after,
We all sing.
This tangled web,
This sacred maze,
Sorrow ebbs
And joy blaze.

The Ribbon [224]

Yes, I still tie the ribbon in a foolish way,
I’ve yet to be asked to dance.
Yes, I still hover and sway,
I’ve yet to try to prance.
But I’ve no where to go
And no where to be,
And you’ve no one to know
And I’d like it better if you stayed with me
We’ll revel in the delicious fragility of this travesty.

Where we still laugh
And we still wish
You plead on my behalf
And I give a coy swish,
We’re as much children now as
We were then,
The only difference it has
Is I a woman, you a man.
Come, the party must we scan.

Yes, I believe the Duchess has married,
I’ve seen the two together.
Yes, I believe a child is carried,
I’ve seen it – but I never!
But I’m no one to judge
And no one to blame,
And he’ll hold a grudge
And she’ll be the same
And she’d like it better if there was no shame.

Oh, you have to be going?
I’ve had a wonderful time.
Yes, I’ll keep you knowing
Of the years as they pass by.
I’ll tie the ribbon, dance and prance,
I’ll remember our time, this and before,
I’ll give that Duke a second chance,
For I’ll see you nevermore.
So this is goodbye, adieu, whom I adore.

Knowing [188]

If only I had known
That I was not on the throne,
That there was more in the world than me,
More in the world to see.
I may not have been so gleeful,
I would have been more fearful,
But lessons learned as a child
Through life are compiled
Into who we are, what we become,
And to ignorance I may have not succumb.

If only I had known
That my idols who were grown
Were not perfection,
Although they deserved my affection.
They were human, faulted,
Not used to being exalted.
But having them as a child
To look up to, to smile,
Shaped me into what I became,
And without I would not be the same.

I know now that meaning
Isn’t destined, but found, seeming
To follow us along our way
And make sure we don’t go too far astray.
But until it slips up and it we spy,
We live life as passerby.
Don’t look too hard
Or it will be marred.
Simply live
And give,
And when you find your fate
It is still yours to create.

If only I had known.

(For a school assignment, but it'll fit in here too :D)

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Wed Feb 11 2009, 16:25

POEMS

Closure (86)

From far I walk...
Distant lands I meet…
Deep seas I cross…

A new world…
A new life…
A new challenge…

Hard I battle…
Life I dare...
Destiny I defy…

Dreams, visions…
Roots, ties, bonds…
Past, present, future…

Walking I keep…
Forward I look…
Never returning…

Lost, forgotten…
Another life…
Another time…

Hope, happiness…
A new-born, a new finding…
A new purpose…

Forgiveness, sorrow…
Understanding, caring…
Sins washed…

A new man…
A new way…
A new future…
A new past…
A new vision…

Closure at last…

Autumn (66)

Silent golden leaves fall
Can you hear them sing?
Can you hear their cry?

On the ground they mourn
Their young days
Their lost Hopes and Dreams

Then the rain comes
To wash them all away
To clean the Earth

Old proud trees observe
Dwelling with their own memories
Of a long forgotten past

Quietly they bleed
In pain for the loss
And the sudden solitude

DRABBLE

Rainy Moments (90)

The rain falls outside while the Thought rises inside. Drop, drop, drop… Slowly but steadily evil thoughts rise through the tunnel that the everyday life affairs locks it into and that only in the moments of rest finds the strength to come out. And the rain keeps its a thousand sounds melody with as many sounds as the surfaces it caresses. Mother Nature cleans her world from the filth that Mankind creates, outside these four walls, walls in which within Thought is king and master tainting the peace of mind.

MONOLOGUES

(482)

What happens when after 10 years a marriage is over? A divorce is the most logical answer, you hire your lawyers and divide your assets. So far so go but what about when there’s small children involved?

Custody is probably the most problematical and dramatic aspect of the divorce. Stability they say. Stability is what you need to assure the kids in these times. But what’s stability? Staying full time with one parent (primary custody) and see the other one only on the weekends? Or joint custody so the kids change every week between one parent or the other? What works best?
This gets even worst when both parents don’t agree with custody schedule and a messy, dirty and ugly fights starts on the courts. No stability comes from here even when a final decision is made.

Usually it’s the mum who gets primary custody no matter if the mum works or not. Now if the mother is a stay-home mum custody almost automatically goes to the mum having the ex-husband to pay a pension. This is standard and people don’t seem to fight this.

Now if the other case happens a stay-home-dad asks for full custody people still have reservations about giving a father full custody over the children. Why is that? Don’t fathers have the same right? Aren’t women fighting for equal rights for decades? What makes the fact of being a ‘mom’ so much more important than being a father? So if in fact there are differences between being a mother and a father can women really fight for equal rights in this matter? Do women want it all? Do they want to subvert man like they were once subverted? So should mothers always be preferred to fathers when it comes to children? Is this fair?

Another delicate subject is should working parents be passed over by staying-home parents? Is it wrong to try being a working parent? Is it wrong to conciliate parent with a career?

Yes it’s truth working parents do not have as much time as staying-home parents, but is this a bad thing? Do children really suffer with this? I mean if the working parent is a loving and caring one, wouldn’t the children be better with him as much time as they are with the other parent?

Isn’t the different environment benefic for the children development? Again they bring stability as a defense. Although we must wonder, is stability that good? Doesn’t stability falls within the parameters of the old ways of teaching which were by memorizing things instead of actually learning them. Isn’t he environment differences a good life teacher? Won’t children come stronger out of it instead of being pampered all the time by one parent without knowing any other reality?

Of course when it involves one parent moving to another town it’s a whole different situation which I’ll not discuss today.

Poker Face (155)

Everybody’s got a poker Face, everybody has things to hide. Even if we wish we could be more open we still end up hiding things. Our secrets to some extent are what make our personalities individual. Aren’t secrets what make us interesting? The thrill of the discovery, of getting to know the other person, to feel special when they share their secrets with us.

But what happens when you’re not able to share your secrets? To never let anyone in? What happens when your secretness is no longer appealing but annoying? When people start to gaie up on you? This post is getting way more dramatic than I expected but music makes me happy I love my poker face I just hope one day I can let someone truly in, have no secrets at all, be so honest and know the person will understand, no criticism just love.
For now youth plays by my side…

The Chase (412)

We always want something. We’re always pursuing something. It could be a dream or something we want to buy or someone we want to conquer.
We spend big part of our lives chasing. But what happens when we achieve what we longed for?We enjoy it for a few frugal moments which when compared to the time we spent chasing it looks like nothing more than seconds.
Almost immediately after we achieve that something that we could die trying to get it a new chase appears on the horizon. And the previous achievement fades in the deep of our memories or affection like something meaningless which no longer matters.

They always say the things that are most worth it are the ones that require hard work and perseverance to achieve.

But what happens when we invest so much of us trying to achieve something, that we care about nothing else so when we achieve it we’re left with nothing? We finally have the thing that took us so long and looking back we see how empty we are now that we have nothing else to long for, no other goal. The aim is to find ourselves another goal but what happens when that is not possible anymore?

Also for the thing or person conquered what it’s left of them? They made themselves so hard to get so in the end they’ll be nothing more than a past achievement. Because what we achieve gets dependable of us once we got it, we have a responsibility towards it but all we do is not care anymore and destroying that thing.

Why can’t we be happy with what we achieved? Why do we have to go wanting something else? Why can’t we rest and enjoy what we just got? Why has Man to be in a constant quest and never be fully fulfilled? Why do we have to always want more? There’s no possibility of true happiness if there’s always something we’re missing

Many people die without achieving their dreams but is it really a bad thing? Wouldn’t be worst to achieve it and then be left to wander around directionless?
Although there are some lucky people, a few lucky people, who get to achieve their dreams, goals and be happy about it enjoying it for the rest of their lives. How many of us will be that lucky?

Time is our master and destiny our owner. Will they chose us to be the lucky ones?

JORNAL ENTRIES

In sync (437)

Amazing how different we can feel from one day to another. Yesterday I was disconnected; today I am in total sync with the world. Maybe the good night sleep had something to do with it.

In the morning I had decided to skip one class because I had not had too much sleep the previous night so I wanted to rest. To my happy disbelief I received a text message warning me that the class had been cancelled because the teacher was ill. My best wishes to the teacher I hope she gets better soon but that cold couldn’t have come in a better time.

My only class of the day went extremely well I finish the task the teacher had given us 15 minutes before the end of the class so she let me leave the class earlier. After that I headed to my polish course.

It was during the walk there that I felt in perfect sync with the world. I should tell you the winter is slowly making its entrance in Poland by now, some would say not that slow. Anyway I love the cold weather and everything it brings. I was walking, wind gusting in my face and it felt great, also the wind was carrying with it brown and yellow leaves which are starting to abandon their safe home in the top of the trees announcing the end of the Fall. It was an image of grace, all of that, the old town vibe the leaves twirling on the ground and in the air. A sense of peace filled me and I was genuinely happy. Lame, some would say, well it works for me so it’s all that really matters.

The polish course went really well, I learned some more new words, particularly the names of the things I had shopped in the way between college and the polish course which are in different places. We focused once more in the phonetics of the polish alphabet.

You know this is very weird because there’s a lot of sounds which are the same in Portuguese and when I listen to them I think to myself “Oh that’s like Portuguese” but then when I go and pronounce them I do it with an English accent! It leaves me fuming! Because I know I’m doing it wrong but I can’t help myself but I think it will be better with time. A good thing about the polish language is that what is written is what actually what you say (except some minor/huge exceptions)! Still I don’t think I’ll ever be able to follow a polish conversation to me it always sounds like they talking uninterruptedly and I can’t distinguish a single word of what they’re saying!

After that I rushed to play volleyball! It’s good to practice a sport after two years of doing no sports at all! With all the walking and adding the volley maybe I’ll finally be able to gain some weight!

All in all it was a ‘perfect’ day let’s hope the dead of the night doesn’t’ brings my usual clumsiness tomorrow. To all of you who read this I wish you a perfect day at least once in a while.

Disconnected (379)

That’s how I feel today. You know those days where you just feel like… well like you’re not on the top of your game and you almost feel like you’re watching life going outside your body and you see yourself saying and doing things and know they’re not good but can’t help yourself to stop them?
Maybe it was from the lack of sleep. Going to bed at 2.00 am and waking up at 7.00 is not good for one’s health.

And of course I had to have a small German test in one of these ‘Disconnected’ days. Needless to say it did not go very well. Oh well as a friend told me it will be better next time. I’m sorry for the ranting but I’ve warned you that would happen from times to times. I just wasn’t expected to be that soon.

After college I went with my friend Diana to a sort of a restaurant where it’s catering students who serve you and food is made by cooking students. It was actually very good I ate first a soup with potatoes, carrot and several other ingredients I cannot remember. Then the main course was ‘ribs’ (okay I do not know the word in English for that but you get an idea which i did not ate as I'm not that big fan of red meat) with smashed potatoes and white cabbage. Very delicious indeed. Oh and the juice was a reddish thingy which I think it’s like several fruits boiled in sugar or something like that.

When I got back to the dorm the internet was with some problems which forced me to clean the floor and do the dishes! Well, I guess it was a good thing in the end.

I’ve just watched the 4th episode of the second season of Brothers & Sisters my current favor tv show! It’s really good, if you can do it give it a try you’ll fall in love with it! It’s funny and witty and also sad and dramatic a perfect ‘Dramady’. In due time I shall dedicate a whole post to Brothers & Sisters.
Now I’ll wait for the 4th episode of Grey’s Anatomy to finished downloading to watch it. I know I’m a tv shows freak!

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Fri Feb 13 2009, 12:37

I did a prompt and it kinda got away from me lol

Happily Ever After - One Shot (1,864)

“It fits.”

Strange how those two little words could destroy a person’s life. The words were like trinkles of icicles trailing down the back of his back, making goosebumps raise on his arms as he stared in shock at the sight before him. It was as though time had frozen the exact moment the shoe was placed on the Ugly Stepsister #2’s foot. Sure, this wasn’t exactly a nice thing to call her but seeing as his entire future and happiness was at stake, there wasn’t really any time for pleasantries.

But the question was, how? How could it have fit her? It just didn’t make any sense. This wasn’t how this was supposed to turn out. Granted, he didn’t really know what to expect when he set out with the glass slipper, but this was certainly not it.

He frantically shook his head. “It…it can’t be.”

The Grand Duke bowed to the Prince in sadness. “It fits your Majesty. Should…should I alert the trumpets that you’ve found her?”

The Prince shook his head again. “But it’s impossible. Nobody else is supposed to fit the shoe but her.” He said, referring to the beautiful girl he met the night before at the ball.

The Ugly Stepsister #1 put her hands on her hips as she watched the prince back away from her little sister. Resembling a large bull in size, she snorted at the expression on his face as she glared down at her unwilling future brother in law. “Why is it so impossible? What I find impossible is that you think only one person can fit that shoe. It’s a size 7 shoe for crying out loud! An inch longer and I could even fit the shoe!” At her words, the Prince shuttered at the thought.

Ugly Stepsister #2 leaned over and whispered to her sister, “We’re just lucky he came to our house first or not a thousand other girls could fit this shoe.” Straightening up, she brushed her frizzy brown hair behind her ear and beamed up at the prince. “So shall we go home now my love? There’s much to plan for the wedding.”

Speechless, the Prince grabbed the Grand Duke’s sleeve and pulled him to the side. “What do we do now? I can’t marry her! Tell me I don’t have to marry her.”

“Well, your Majesty, I…” He frantically skimmed through the royal proclamation the Prince had decreed just earlier that morning. “I don’t see any way out of this.”

“What?!”

“You stated that the girl that fits the slipper will immediately be married to you by this afternoon. NO exceptions to who she is.”

“Why did you let me write that for?” The Prince complained. “I was up half the night before dancing and drinking. I didn’t know what I was saying.”

“Yes, but…” The Grand Duke leaned toward the Prince to whisper in his ear. “You’ve already read the proclamation throughout the kingdom. If you change your word now, I think people will protest and say you only care about outer beauty.”

The Prince motioned toward the two ugly stepsisters jumping up and down in joy. “But look at them. Can you blame me?”

“Definitely not, but it would be best if the kingdom thought highly of you Your Majesty.”

“There must be something we can do.”

“Excuse me! Your Grace! May I try it on?”

Everyone looked up as a voice rang out from upstairs. A beautiful young lady quickly came down the stairs, her blond curls bouncing on her shoulder as her feet lightly skimmed the floor. As she bowed to them at the bottom of the stairs, the Prince felt a smile cross his face as he gazed upon Cinderella.

“Your Majesty?”

The Prince grabbed the Grand Duke’s arm in excitement. “Yes, of course. I have found her! She’s the one!” He clasped both of her hands in his own. “You are the person I fell in love with at the ball.”

“You are too kind Your Majesty.” Cinderella shyly looked down before continuing. “I fear if there was anyone falling in love that night it was me for you.”

The Prince grinned down at her beautiful face. “Come, we’ll leave for the castle at once.”

Just as they took a step toward the door, the Stepmother threw out her arms in front of the door. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The Prince held out their clasped hands. “Move. We are to leave to the castle and get married.”

“Oh?” The Stepmother raised her eyebrow at the Prince’s demand. “And what of my daughter?”

“I’m sorry for the mistake, but I cannot marry your daughter. This is who I was looking for that night at the ball. Not your daughter.”

The Stepmother rolled her eyes. “Oh, you are mistaken alright but you are still going to marry my daughter.” As the Prince gaped at her, she looked over at the Grand Duke. “Doesn’t the royal proclamation state that you will marry the person who fits the glass slipper?”

“Why yes, but-”

“And that means that even if she isn’t the little tramp that you spent the night with,” she continued with a glare at Cinderella’s astonished face. “You must still marry her because she is the one that fits the slipper. Or would you want to break the proclamation just because you’re a prince?”

“Now look here, I-” The Prince angrily started to say when the Grand Duke lightly touched his arm to interrupt him.

“Your Majesty, I believe this could be cleared up easily. If you are sure she is the one you’re searching for.”

“Of course she is.”

“Then you can just have her try on the slipper too. Since it is hers, she will obviously fit the slipper.” The Grand Duke pointed out. He looked outside at the gathering crowd in the streets. “And therefore you can overrule that you cannot marry two and so you must choose the wife you want. In fact, you can have her try on the slipper in front of everyone to prove your point.”

The Prince paused for a moment and grinned. “You are brilliant.” He turned toward the waiting women and nodded. “It is true, but I would like to also give this young lady the chance to try the slipper on. Just to be fair.”

As the stepsisters started to protest, the Stepmother held up her hand to silence them and smiled. “Of course, that would be the only fair thing to do.”

As they followed the Prince with Cinderella on his arm out the door, Ugly Stepsister #2 tugged on her mother’s sleeve. “Mother! You can’t let Cinderella try the slipper on! My chance to marry the prince will be gone!”

“Hush, my dear. I already have it planned out.”

As Cinderella sat on the picnic table, the Prince took out the shining glass slipper and slipped it on her foot. Everyone held their breath as he slowly pulled the shoe over her foot. Everything seemed to be going on perfectly until she let out a grimace before he finished.

The Prince immediately stopped. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s just…a bit tighter than I remembered.” Cinderella admitted as she took a deep breath. “I’m fine. You may continue.”

The Prince barely pulled the slipper further before Cinderella sucked in her breath. “Wait…I can’t. I don’t understand…”

Crossing her arms, the Stepmother called out. “Having a little trouble there? Don’t force it if it doesn’t fit.”

The Prince glared at the Stepmother and pointed an accused finger at her. “You must have done something to the slipper!”

The Stepmother looked shocked. “How can I when the slipper never left your sight? I think you’re just reaching for excuses Your Highness.”

Cinderella reached into her pocket. “It doesn’t matter, I have the other slipper right here.” She said as she proceed to hand it to the Prince. He gave her a huge smile and tried the slipper on her other foot. His smile started to fade as they found this slipper was also hard to put on. “But how…”

Chuckling under her breath at everyone’s stunned stares, the Stepmother leaned toward her daughters and whispered, “Every woman knows that after a whole night of dancing, anyone’s feet would swell up just a bit. But since this was Cinderella’s first night out, she doesn’t know that.”

A smile too crossed the stepsisters’ face. At her mother’s nudge, Ugly Stepsister #2 suddenly reached out and grabbed both shoes. “So this is where the other one went.” She then sat down and put both shoes easily on her feet in front of everyone. Standing up, she smiled at the prince. “Shall we go get married now?”

“But…Cinderella was the one who had the other slipper. It belongs to her.”

“That just proves that she’s nothing but a little thief.” Ugly Stepsister #1 said with a sneer. “But since we’re family, we won’t punish you for your crime.”

As a last attempt to save the Prince, the Grand Duke took a step toward the crowd. “Unless there is someone else here who also fits a size 7 shoe and would like to try the shoe on.”

Ugly Stepsister #1 cracked her knuckles and took a threatening step forward as she glared into the crowd. “Yeah, who out there dares to go against my sister?”

The crowd glanced at each other uneasily and unanimously shook their heads. The Stepsister turned toward her beaming little sister and shrugged. “Seems like there’s nobody else who can fit that shoe.”

“Yes, and since my daughter is the only one, the royal proclamation states that you must marry her today.” The Stepmother said as she too stepped forward, succeeding in pushing Cinderella off to the side.

“But…but…” The Prince looked at the Grand Duke for an escape but he too was at lost for ideas. He stared at Cinderella in despair as Ugly Stepsister #2 immediately took his arm.

“Now that you’ve seen what you needed to see, shall we go now?” She said with a smirk in Cinderella’s direction. “It’s fate that we’re to be wed.”

Ugly Stepsister #1 took his other arm and started to pull him toward the road. “I think we should have another huge ball. After all, now that I’m the Prince’s sister in law, there should be men lining up to marry me now.”

“Of course,” her sister cheerfully agreed.

As Cinderella ran into the house with a loud sob, a loud flutter of birds and mice followed her footsteps.

The Grand Duke watched his beloved Prince get dragged away to the royal carriage by the two Ugly Stepsisters and let out a sad sigh. “What will we do now?”

The Stepmother pulled him to walk with her as she grinned to the watching crowd around them. “What’s done is done. Now just smile about it as though this is what should have happened after all.”

A half hearted fake smile spread across his face. “Now the Prince will never get the happily ever after that he wanted.”

“So what? Nobody needs that anymore.” The Stepmother said with a bright smile. “Happily ever afters are overrated.”

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Tue Feb 17 2009, 12:09

Happy Birthday from HE! a short story xD

http://www.hogwarts-quill.com/viewstory.php?sid=304

Chapter 1 (1,372 words)

Chapter 2 (1,224 words)

Chapter 3 (1,124 words)

Chapter 4 (644 words) a short one

Subject: Re: 5000m LONG DISTANCE Thu Feb 19 2009, 20:50

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