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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
I have this short story written down (and almost finished)already but still can't think of a título can you help me?


"There is a war still to come. One between us and them. Them and us. But it will end- I have seen it- there will come one savior, to fulfill one prophecy; it must be fulfilled. It will be. This is my last wish-find the savior, fulfill the prophecy." The woman's white hand fell still, the pen falling from it. Her eyes closed, never to be opened again, her last breath sounded rough and painful. A high-pitched, mournful cry was emitted from the woman sitting near her; she watched in horror as her friend left this world,never to return.

50 years later........

Likelings have now been discovered, hunted. But not many humans believe in them. The likelings hide, keeping a low profile, not wanting to upset the 'balance'. But there is a place which calls to them, a sanctuary. Those with a pure coração are led there, no one knows how they are, not yet.


The girl's eyes closed as they lost the never-ending battle with sleep. She sighed in defeat, a low uncomfortable sound. She didn't want to sleep, though her dreams weren't nightmares. However, they were....unsettling, for an odd reason.

Soon she was there, the land of her dreams. A large building was surrounded por tall, old, trees; huge bristley ferns and oaks. There wasn't a gate to the castle, there never had been, instead, the trees would part, creating an evergreen archway that prevented her from seeing anything except the building and lucious grama beneath her feet, which were bare. It was always that way.

The girl felt the cool grama under her feet, and suddenly knelt down, enjoying the slight tickling of the smooth surface. Not able to resist, she pulled up a little of the soft green blades. Then, she heard it:


"Alexis Baker?" An ominous voice boomed from high above the twisted boughs of the trees. Standing up, she nodded towards the voice.
"It is time for you to leave this place and wake, you will be arriving here in reality soon." The thunderous voice said.
"How?" was all that she could think to ask, and there was a long silence before the voice gave a reply.
"Your pure coração will lead you the right way...you are a likeling dear, this is your path."

Alexis woke up with a start, her head spinning. Likeling? She racked her brains, trying to remember what a "likeling" was-it sounded oddly familiar. Was it some kind of country? A job? After some thinking, Alexis decided it must be some kind of mythical creature. Wow, were her dreams weird! And repetetive too; she'd been in that odd world so many times before.
She yawned, bringing her hand close to her mouth. Suddenly, she noticed that she was clutching something in her pale, thin hand-a single blade of soft, wonderful grass.




Chapter 1-The beginning.

Alexis was in the flat, plain grassy park around the corner from her home, lying on her back in the grama watching the clumps of fluffy marshmallow clouds float across the azure sky. She pulled and pulled blades of grama out under her blue t-shirt, unsatisfied at the texture. She wished that she hadn't tossed the blade she owned in the garbage.
It was stupid, Alexis thought, just stupid. The grama must've been in her hand all night. She must've not washed up well enough and left it in her hand. But she hadn't been thinking in a rational way when she first touched the slippery, soft blade; Alexis had thought it might have come from her dream world! But that was impossible! That eerie world wasn't real and she wasn't a......what were they called?

Likeline. No, that wasn't it. Likeing, maybe?. No, she remembered, it was likeling. The term floated around her confused mind, like the clouds floated so high above......


One small week ago, Alexis googled Likeling. She didn't get anything except a few weird cult sites, which consited of vampires, demons, werewolfs and likelings. Alexis couldnt understand it,and was beginning to doubt her sanity. What if the
voice in her mind was real? Was it telling her the truth?Her eyes closed and she listened to the children laughing, the cachorros barking and the rustling of the trees. Trees?


There are no trees at the park, she remembered suddenly.....


Alexis took a deep, shaky breath and opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was that she could not hear the babble of children talking and the raucous barking of dogs. Then, she noticed she was no longer in the park. The children, fluffy dogs, women pushing strollers and men out jogging had all disappeared. She was in a grassy meadow, but the grama here was softer. The sky was an even deeper blue. The air was that just-right temperature. Alexis shuddered. She was in her dream.

"I'm dreaming...." Alexis muttered. "I-I'm dreaming. I just have to get to t-the tunnel, and I'll wake up, like I always do."
. Alexis stood up on her shaky legs, running her fingers through her long dark hair. At first, she stood rooted to the spot, teetering slightly forward, rocking back and forth like the trees nearby. "Keep going," she muttered through gritted teeth, "get to the archway."
Again, the trees formed the tunnel, and Alexis was relieved. She dashed madly forward, her bare feet thudding against the ground. She knew the land well enough to know that there were no sticks or rocks or shards of glass to hurt her, so she didn't watch her feet as they thudded against the ground. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the tunnels edge. Soon, she thought, her coração thudding like a drum, soon the voice would ring out and she would wake up.



Alexis kept running. And running. And running. Suddenly, her eyes squinted closed and she felt herself running across a paved brick pathway, meadows of the soft grama on either side. Suddenly, her curiosity drowned out her fear. This was her dream. She was going to get inside that castle. Nothing could hurt her while she was asleep.....

She passed under a tan brick archway. As she passed under, Alexis noticed strange markings on it- undecipherable symbols that reminded her of hieroglyphs. For a second, she stopped, and leaned against the archway, tracing her fingernail across a design in the shape of an eye. It was so quiet here, so mysterious, so....creepy.

Alexis tore her eyes away from the symbols and kept running.


She stopped when she noticed a boy who was much taller than Alexis his hair much darker than hers that stuck up in places, he must have been around her age leaning up against a crumbling stone mural in a shadowy niche seguinte to the large wooden door. Alexis jumped back at the sight of his silent, untrusting face. He seemed nervous, too; his eyes were wide like jantar plates when he barked:


"Don't come any closer!" The boy held up his scratched, injured hands, as if he was trying to knock her over with his mind. Alexis jumped at the sound of his voice, fear engulfing her, but calmed herself down with some deep, shaky breaths. This had to be a dream, she thought. But why did it feel so real? The shock of fear seemed much mais real than in her dreams, and her chest was paining from her long run. But what if this wasn't a dream? What if it was.....real? The shockingly bright sun beat down on Alexis as she stared at the boy in front of her. Suddenly, she blushed. She had to show manners, even if this was a dream!
"What're you staring at?" The boy asked, trying to appear brave. He took a step forward.
"Oh-nothing." Alexis closed her eyes tight. She'd wake up, and maybe meet the boy again tomorrow. She just wasn't prepared at the moment. She closed her eyes as hard as she could, but remained on the path, barefooted and tired.
"This ain't a dream." The boy said suddenly. Alexis peered through her eyelids to see the boy walking toward her, his face frowning slightly. She didn't answer, so the boy asked again:
"What are you doing here?"
"A-a voice-in my dream-it told me to come-said I'd find the way-"
The boy stared deep into her eyes, as if he was wondering whether or not she was lying. He heaved a sigh. "Well, then, I guess you'll have to take the test." Ignoring Alexis's confused and worried face, he stepped up towards what looked like empty air. He pushed his finger outward, and the air rippled at his touch.
"A force field," he explained, nervously scraping his foot against the ground, as if wondering whether or not he should have told her.
Alexis stuttered as she saw this, wondering what to say. The boy didn't seem to notice this.
"It will let you pass if you are one of us." He told her in a cool voice. "So come on. See if you can pass the test or not."

Alexis nodded and walked over, stopping inches from the invisible wall.

Did she want to pass this test or not?


I hope you liked the first chapter, if I get enough feedback I may continue...x

P.S Most of this is down to woofbark.
posted by DietCokeGirl
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd amor some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
You are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as you lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are coração at name.



You may notice that only the segundo verse rhymes, this is an attempt to show the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
I have no idea where im going to go with this one yet again. So suggestions would be good...thanks!



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