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Just some old stories I wrote when I was 14 that I wanted to save after I deleted like 300 journal entries of emo bullshit. xD I've always wanted to be a writer.

Acid Trip Fish (renamed "Rainbow Fish" in the school edition)

Once upon the time, under the sea, there lived a little fish called Rainbowfish. He was orange on his "torso", as some may call it, and had a blue, yellow and pink tye-dyed tail. All his fins and things were different random colors.
Everyone considered the Rainbowfish an outcast, and oddball in the Fishopolis society. Most everyone shunned him, until the Rainbowfish became horribly depressed about his failing social life. At that very moment, it dawned on his small fish brain that he needed to dye his scales a normal color! He gasped melodramatically, and went out to buy some scale-dye to possibly help him with his predicament.

There he was. Rainbowfish, floating in the middle of the watery and blue scale-dye shop, glancing around, bewildered, at all the colors you could dye your scales. He had the most shocked look a fish could ever have.
Which one should I pick? the Rainbowfish wondered in awe to himself. One of the sales-fish looked at the odd-looking Rainbow fish, as if she had read his very thought.
"Do you need some help?" she asked in a sickly-sweet voice that could only come from someone selling something. The Rainbowfish saw her nametag. It read: "Ju-ju. HOW MAY I HELP YOU?"
"Uh... yes. I dunno which color would look best on me." he blubbed, and the Rainbowfish saw the brief flash of pity on her face.
"Well, hon, I think a shade of green would look rad on you!" Ju-ju said in an extremely perky voice, adding a wink.
"Er... o-okay, I guess I'll go with that one then! I really have no idea about colors... Heh." Rainbowfish replied, rather nervously. He had no idea why, but he felt rather uncomfortable talking to this femme-fish.
Ju-ju nodded her approval of his choice, and motioned for him to take the box to the check out. She swam behind it, ready to help him purchase it.
After the Rainbowfish was finished purchasing his scale-dye, he started walking out the door, bag in flipper. But he was stopped, by a shout from the fish that had helped him.
"Hey! Maybe I could help you dye your scales! What's your number?"
"Um..." Rainbow fish floated back in forth nervously. Reluctantly, "It's 1337-539."
"Thanks!" Ju-ju said, commiting it to memory as she swam back to her post.

Wow... A girl asked ME out. Rainbowfish contemplated upon his bed of seaweed. I wonder when she'll call.
At that very moment, the phone buzzed. Rainbowfish was up out of his bed and to the phone within 10 seconds, picking it up by the 11th.
"Hello?" he said, sounding a bit too excited.
"Hello, this is the department of fish studies. We were wondering..." a womans voice began.
"Oh." the Rainbowfish said, obviously very disappointed. He hung up, leaving the woman on the other line with a simple "click".
Discouraged, the Rainbowfish returned to his seaweed bed and layed down with a sigh. When was she going to call? Rainbowfish did not know why he felt this way about Ju-ju, but he did. Maybe it was because she was the only girl-fish to ever talk to him nicely. With that thought, he drifted off to sleep...

The next afternoon, Rainbowfish was awaken rudely by the phone ringing. Huh? Must have overslept...
"OH! Phone!" he suddenely realized, and a wave of exhilaration hit him as he swam quickly for the phone. He picked it up, "Helloooo?"
"Hi. It's Ju-ju. Have you dyed your scales yet? I'm still willing to help." Ju-ju said in her sugary-sweet voice, making Rainbowfish almost imagine her winking. There was something of a silence between the two,as he thought of this, but then he broke it.
"Oh! Uh, yeah, I haven't yet. I'm not really sure how, actually."
"So... when should I come over?" she asked sweetly, again. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice. Rainbowfish didn't feel so alone now.
"Anytime, I don't have anything else to do." he replied, feeling something rise up in his fish-stomach. Happiness?
"Okay, I'll be over in a half hour or so." Ju-ju said, the nervousness gone from her voice.
"Thanks." was the only word he could think of to say as she hung up.

There was a knock-knock on Rainbowfish's door of driftwood, which caused the fluttering feeling in his stomach to return. He swam swiftly towards the door, and hesitated at the doorknob, assuring himself that it would be okay before he swung the door open wide.
"Hey!" Ju-ju greeted as soon as she saw his face through the door. "Have the dye?"
"Yep. Just in my kitchen." he said, feeling awkward letting someone else into his house, but he floated aside and let Ju-ju into his house with the wave of his flipper.
"Hey... are you sure you want to do this? I think you look very pretty the way you are."
"Yeah, I don't like being ignored." Rainbowfish said in return, sounding very sad.
"Who cares what all those snobs think? You're fine the way you are." Ju-ju replied, sounding almost mad, as if she were sympathetic to his situation.
"But..." he tried to argue, but it just seemed too difficult given her obvious stubbourness. "Okay, I won't."
"Good."
There was a long pause, not awkward, but it was there. Ju-ju broke it. "You know... I used to have bright pink scales. I know that's not as worse as your's, but no one talked to me. Until I met the right kind of people that weren't jerks."
After he heard that, Rainbowfish grabbed the box of scale dye and tossed it in the trash shell. He smiled as well as a fish could smile, and Ju-ju smiled back.



Untitled (I apparently wrote this when bored with the power out.)

There she was, drowning in the sheer simplicity of the moment: Nine Inch Nails blaring through her headphones, consuming pringles and an energy drink, all by candle light.
The power had been out for hours now, or it felt that way to Leslie.
She had already walked around the black a few times, even stopping to purchase her Monster and pringles at the local party store. Their power was on, along with the rest of the street. But of course, the only houses without power were the ones on Quincy and Pine street and around that area.
Luckily, Leslie had her CD player, a few bucks, and her imagination.
She was bored out of her mind and wondering when the power would be back and what flaming (couldn't resist) idiot had caused it.
Half of Leslie's night had been occupied by watching "The Devil's Rejects" with her close friend Brittney.
And now this! She was to spend the rest of her evening sitting there, drinking and energy drink, eating some chips and listening to her few CDs.
Of course, she didn't have anything actually important to do online... but still! This was an outrage to the technology addicted 14 year old.
Leslie had already gone down to the corner where the idiotic excuses for electricians were examining a power line by flashlight. They were only firemen of course, so no power came back on.
That was when she decided to take a walk and wait for the professionals to come in and make things right. It was probably going to be a lone wait, she thought , but there was nothing to be done about it. All she could do was wait things out.
Leslie took a short walk around the seemingly desserted neighborhood, examining her surroundings as best she could in the darkness.
As she walked by Brittney's house, she glanced over to see that there was a dim light coming from the kitchen. She really would have enjoyed having someone to converse (zomg, CONVERSE) with, but it was dark and Leslie knew Brittney's parents would never go for it.
She continued on walking throughout the shadows, all the way around the block, seeing who had power and who did not. JBs (party store) had power, the barber shop did, and same with Mike's Restaurant and the hardware store.
Leslie shortly made it back to her lightless-windowed home. She cut across the dead front lawn, it's grass murdered by the recent snowfall, and opened the door, slamming it behind her with an over zealous sigh. Repeat for the inside door.
Walking swiftly through the first room, she stopped upon spotting three dollars laying innocently on the table. She grabbed the bills nonchalantly, pocketting them before announcing to the whole house that she was borrowing three dollars from whoever.
She then walked back out the door without watinging for an answer and walked the short way back to JBs, gloomily.
Beaing without the computer for very long was a rare and unentertaining process. But, being without electricity was even rarer, and only happened less than once every year, and hardly ever more than 10 minutes.
It was like torture!
Walking down the dark street reminded Leslie o the end of the world, and apocalypse themed things.
As though aliens were invading the Earth and turned off the power so they could lurk around every corner unnoticed, slinking from shadow to shadow, using the night and infrasion to their advantage.
Or, perhaps, the lack of computer was eating at her brains. Either way, it amused her on her short quest to buy a Monster and some pringles.
Faster than it seemed, Leslie arrived at the party store and purchased her snack, opening the energy drink immediatly while her walk home.
Once home, she sat in her normal computer chair as though it was perfectly acceptable to stare at a computer monitor obsessively while the power was out.
The computer, however, refused to succumb to the young half-elven woman's mind powers. (Boredom sinkingin, story needed a twist.)
The screen did not turn on at the will of Lyaera.
She sighed heavily once again and rose from her chair, unsatisfied. The young half-elf took a few steps (or stomps) away from the desk, and a blue light radiated around her, getting brighter and brighter until it had completley engulfed her lithe form.
And as suddenely as it was there, it was gonem Lyaera along with it.
She was traveling through a monochrome tunnel, floating at a great speed down the toque-like tube. She finally could see a light at the end, and she was instantly through it.
The half-elf landed hard on a cold, stone floor, sprawled out at an ebony-skinned womans feet. Lyaera's arms were tucked oddly underneath her. She looked up, halfway expecting what she saw: a drow woman, dressed in all-white robes.
A click was heard to the right of her, and the last thing the half-elven woman could remember was a sting, and a bolt sticking out of her torso.
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"Seeress!" shouted a red-haired male with fair skin. He was obviously trying to reason with the drow woman, who calmly walked a few paces ahead of him. Upon further examination, it could be seen that this man had odd, goat-like horns protruding from his head, and a devil-like tail swaying back and forth behind him, rhythmically.
"Valen, my friend, you must believe me when I say that this woman will save us and Lith My'athar." she said with an understanding smile, gesturing with her slender hands at the semi-open door, which they had halted in front of. A yawn and the rustling of sheets could be heard from within.
And then, a woman's shreik. At this, Valen flinched, not expecting the sound, but the woman remained calm and walked into the room insouciantly. Obediantly, Valen followed, closely in step behind her.
Upon the bed lay Lyaera, the half elven rogue, squirming violently against the firm holds of two drow soldiers. A drow priestess was tending to her small bolt wound, but she obviously didn't want to cooperate, or was simply too disoriented to know where she was. Lyaera looked down, to see that she was only wearing her skivvies. This caused her to struggle even more against the two strong soldiers.
"Let-- go-- of-- ME!" she struggled to yell, sounding very strained.
Lyaera began flailing her legs and arms violently, furhter exposing her barely-clad body by kicking off the sheets.



Emo Bullshit (the good kind)

Another wave of sorrow engulfed me, and I grasped at the clay cross strung around my neck. I ran my fingers over the surface, caressing it many times over. The smooth surface and slightly rough back comforted me, if only for a few seconds. But it was enough. Enough for me; if anything could bring me back to happiness for even a split second, it was enough.