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Mada438

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Storytime with Mada438!
« on: December 13, 2017, 10:44:00 pm »
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Hey guys so this is a thread where i will post stories that i write, hope you enjoy!
Here's the first:
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How did it come to this? I stare at the blank concrete wall in front of me, the rusty springs of the bed squeak as I shift my weight. I look up. A guard has slid a tray of food beneath the bars. I stare at it for a second, then go back to staring at the wall. To think that after the events of the past 4 months, this would become a home to me for the next decade. No, not a home. A cage. Of the mind, of the body and the spirit.

I look down at my shaking hands. I want to cry, I want to spill tears after all the blood that has been spilt. But nothing will come out, no tears run down my cheeks. The only water around here is the rythmatic drip drip of the basin in the corner. All I do is stare, maybe if I stare long enough at my shaking hands, tears will begin to fall. I want to remember how this happened, but I’m afraid to, because then I won’t be able to stop the memories.

I take the Polaroid out of the pocket. It was the one thing that they allowed me to keep. I can’t tell whether it was an act of kindness, or whether it’s torture, to remind of my terrible deed. It. My hands quiver as I look at the tiny polaroid picture. She was beautiful, small for her age but with the biggest heart and soul. Her face never ceased to make me happy. That smile was the cutest thing. She was rugged up against the cold winds of the Boston winter, but she couldn’t have looked happier with that multicolored beanie with an orange pom pom on top I’d brought her.

I close my eyes and grip the photo tightly and the memories cascade through the dam wall and swirl around my head.

*Time Jump*

I run my hand through my long brown hair and look at myself in the mirror. I slipped my shirt on and walk out of the bathroom. As I stride back towards my bedroom, I catch sight of the photo on the mantle. The one that shows me with Max, standing in front of the public garden. I haven’t seen him in about 20 years, so I’m looking forward to catching up tonight at the bar. I grab my keys, wallet and phone. My hand on the door knob and I am about to walk out the door when I hear “Dad, can you please stay in tonight? I haven’t been able to spend time with you for a while because of my exams.”

“Sorry Dani, but I’m going to catch up with Max tonight, I haven’t seen him in 20 years.” I reply

Dani takes another step towards me “please dad? Max is going to be in town for a few more days, why don’t you just see him tomorrow?”

“Because he’s busy right up until when he leaves, this is my only chance to catch up with him, I’ll spend time with you tomorrow, I promise.”

“But that’s what you said last night! And every time before that! But every time you just end up going out and drinking!”

I open the door and step outside. “I know, but this time I really mean it. I won’t be out too late, I love you” and I close the door.


*Time Jump*

I’m so glad that the last thing that I ever said to her was I love you. I hadn’t known at the time how important it had been to say those words, but now I understand.

Here they come, those tears. I can’t stop them flowing down my face. I let out a small scream like a caged animal. I’ll never hear her voice again; and this Polaroid, my only reminder of my beautiful daughter.

There’s a banging at the door on the bars. It’s the same guard from before. “Oi! Keep it down in there! You’re disturbing everyone else!”

I look away and back down to the picture in my trembling fingers.

*Time Jump*

The music is so loud that I can barely hear the sound of the engine roaring in my ears like it usually does. I can’t stop laughing, I’m laughing at nothing in particular but I’m so intoxicated that it doesn’t matter. I swerve to avoid a car and renew my laughing fit. I turn into my street, how I remembered where to go, I don’t know.

The next thing I see is the face of a scared girl fully illuminated in my headlights. There is a sickening crunch.

I slam on the brakes and pull over, temporarily awoken from my drunken rampage, my heart threatening to break free of my chest with its rapid, thundering beats.

I get out of the car and see a young girl, motionless, with a pool of blood forming around her head. Then I see it. The beanie. That multicolored beanie, with its stupid orange pom pom on the top.

 My hands start quivering uncontrollably, as it dawns on me, what I have done. I’m hit with a sudden wave of nausea and feel as if I am about to pass out. The last thing I see before I collapse is my daughters blank empty eyes staring back at me.


*Time Jump*

I put the picture back into my pocket. I can’t bear to look at it anymore, it just brings all the memories back. I look down at my trembling hands.

I am filled with what ifs! What if I’d never gone out to get drunk with my friend? Then none of this would’ve happened, I would be sitting by the fire with my Dani, my daughter.

The tears run down my face. I hide my trembling hands in my armpits. I cannot bear to look at them anymore. They are the hands of a man who has murdered his own daughter. They are the hands of a monster. A killer. The shaking will never stop.

"Live life like a pineapple. Stand tall, wear a crown and be sweet on the inside"

"May you grow up to be righteous; may you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong"

"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire"

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Re: Storytime with Mada438!
« Reply #1 on: December 24, 2017, 04:29:08 pm »
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Another story-this is the one i wrote for AOS discovery this year!
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Gone
Long blonde hair, piercing green eyes, dimples on her cheeks and a nice smile. I beamed at the vivid image. I had to show mum right away!! I scurried down the hall screaming “Mum! Mum! Look what I made!” I thrust the piece of paper in her face. “Oh my, this looks beautiful” she said with a smile as she slowly pried it from my jittery hands. But after a few seconds, her smile faded. “What’s wrong?” I asked, noticing the tears in her eyes.
*****TIME JUMP******
Laughter. Shouting. The tiny reverberations through the earth as hundreds of feet pounded the grass. All around me, people were running, jumping and having fun. I looked around in envy. Everyone had friends to play with. Everyone was having so much fun. I sighed as I sat underneath a large, ancient pine tree on the edge of the playground. I didn’t want to look at everyone else having fun, so I turned to the tree and felt its surface. I traced my fingers along a spiral pattern etched into the bark of the tree. It looked beautiful, like a mosaic. The pattern stood out from the rest of the tree, its rough surface felt weathered, from hundreds of years withstanding the elements. It stood alone, on the edge of the field. A lone pine.
I was pulled from my thoughts by a shrill, high pitched voice. “Why are you stroking that tree?” it asked in a mocking tone.  I turned and there was Betty Baker; the tallest, strongest and meanest girl in my year. “Why are you stroking that tree?” she repeated “Is it your new friend?”
Moving back I felt tears welling. “What’s the matter, upset that your only friend is a tree?” she jeered. I wanted to hit her so badly, but she was bigger and stronger.
“Where’s Jane? She was your only frie….” Betty didn’t have time to finish the next word. I charged at her, screaming with tears streaking down my cheeks. I hit her square in the face and she fell hitting the ground face first.
The next half an hour was a blur. I zoned out. Where’s Jane? Where’s Jane? Where’s Jane? The question repeated in my head like a broken record. I was vaguely aware of a man sitting across from me, half shouting in an angry voice, and half trying not to make me, little 10 year old, break down in tears. When my mum came I ran to her and let out even more tears. When I finally calmed down, I asked sobbing “Mum, where is Jane?” She just looked at me. “Where is Jane?” I repeated raising my voice. She continued to look at me with an anguished expression “Jane is…” her voice trailed off
“MUMMY WHERE IS SHE?!” this time I screamed at the top of my lungs. I started kicking and punching the air. I hated mum for not telling me. All she did was sit with me, waiting for me to calm down with sorrow etched across her face.
*****TIME JUMP******
Mum’s hand quivered as she let the piece of paper drop slowly to the floor. I picked it up picturing Jane’s face in my mind. Again the question, “Mummy, where is Jane?” hesitation filled the room until she got up and said “Come on Alice, we’re going for a drive”. After driving for 10 minutes in complete silence, I queried “Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out” mum replied with a blank expression and eyes that never looked away from the road. We finally came to a stop. Mum murmured “close your eyes, I’m going to show you something”. Obediently, I shut my eyes and clasped her hand.
Jane Foster, it read. Born 21st January 2000, Died 14th April 2010. I sank to my knees in front of the grave. It was covered with white roses and daises. Mum gave me a bunch of lilies and I placed them at the head of the stone.  “You told me she had gone away” I knew nothing about death. Only that when people went to this place, they never came back. Mum knelt next to me, wrapping me in her embrace.. I sank into her whimpering “why? why? why?”
Finally, I looked up. There, behind the gravestone, stood a large pine tree. Identical to the one at school, with the same spiral mosaic pattern. It stood over Jane like a guardian, watching out for her.  I placed one of the lilies next to its trunk.
This pine was different. This one had friends. It watched over the spirits of the people lying beneath the earth. At the base of Jane’s patch of earth, I saw pinecones. I dug some holes and planted them around the tree. From death there is life. I looked up “So you can have more friends” I uttered in a hushed tone. So Jane would never be alone. 

"Live life like a pineapple. Stand tall, wear a crown and be sweet on the inside"

"May you grow up to be righteous; may you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong"

"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire"

Advice for starting year 12
An open letter to my School Friends
Would 10 year old you be proud of who you are?

2020: Bachelor of Arts @ANU

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Re: Storytime with Mada438!
« Reply #2 on: December 24, 2017, 08:38:49 pm »
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Good job, @Mada438! You seem to love
*****TIME JUMP******
Does time jump around that much in your universe? ;P
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