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~The Poet~; My first story HERE.
Topic Started: Jun 18 2012, 11:10 AM (150 Views)
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Okay, this is a story I wrote on Deviantart out of boredom, some suggested I post it here...enjoy

My writing has always been elegant and smooth, cold and depressing, unnerving and freakish, I was born to write horror and macabre, it's all I'm good at, really.
Interestingly enough, my parents never let me read a scary story or watch a bloody movie, and I understand they were trying not to scare me, they thought I was a weakling, but the thing is, silly movies never compare to the real thing, when one really sees spirits of the dead.

As a child, I didn't have friends, I wasn't cruel or anything, but I can't say I lived up to the ridiculous expectations of human society.
I was brilliant in school at least, academically, and I excelled in history and writing.
But I didn't play with the other children at recess, only sketched the nature around me.
However, it was second grade where I really screwed up my life as a human.
Our teacher was playing another tedious game and asked each of us what we did in our spare time.
Mostly draw, play video games, make some innocent elder sibling suffer at the cost of your own amusement, but when they got to me, I said something far different.
"There is a forest near my home, it is immense and cold and...so dark, so dark, even in daylight, the trees blot out the sun, the brightest lights come from the spirits."
My teacher was astounded by what I just said.
"Spirits?"
"Yes, they do not talk to me, but they are spirits. Golden nine-tailed foxes, brightly hued balls of flames, ghosts, sometimes I spot a Forest Sprite!"
I expected kids to start asking me more, to wonder what a Forest Sprite was but...the strangest thing happened.
They laughed, they just couldn't stop, they'd point at me, call me stupid, I realized that in their eyes, I was mad, a lunatic...why would they not believe me?

The thing is, I hadn't lied, which is probably why they never relented, I wouldn't deny the truth.
I lived in a very old home near the edge of town, there was a forest, but nobody ever noticed it, really.
I have gone there every day, as long as I may remember...in there was another realm, spirits clustered everywhere, of all kinds, wispy serpents, balls of fire, foxes, Forest Sprites, some creatures resembled Reapers, Grim Reapers, to be a bit more exact.
But they always ignored me, they never spoke to me, even if I went there crying!
But at least they didn't make fun of me with every chance they got, children had begun to do that a lot...if somebody thinks you're insane, they should at least have you checked out, show some sympathy, but they tossed me aside, all I was known for was my writing skills, and they only looked at the grades, not the real work itself.
Then came that day...a day where everything changed.
I was in seventh grade and I'd just finished my homework with ease and I went into the forest...people hadn't been around me for days now, my parents were caught up in work, so I cannot blame them, but I just kept walking, deeper and deeper into woodland, I wouldn't stop, but then I saw it.
An immense manor of stone, jetting up into the forest trees, thick green vines flourished and defined every crack throughout the house, its ebony-opaque windows flashed coldly and a chilling breeze rustled the trees clustering around it.
Oh, who cares, it wouldn't belong to anyone, and I'd know!
I tapped and the green door swung open effortlessly with a loud creak and the floorboards groaned as I stepped onto them, in spite of my small stature.

I stepped up a spiral staircase, and looked around, very Victorian-era.
There was an immense black door leading into a large room with a crimson-and-gold bed and a large full-size mirror.
I sunk into the surface of the bed and curled into a ball.

Amber eyes stared into mine, large and curious, I pulled myself up and looked, and I could see a child with long gray-silver hair and a worn gown staring down at me.
"What are you doing?"
She asked, her voice sounded a bit English.
"My apologies, is this your room?"
I asked quietly, seemingly calm, although my heart was thumping inside, a Spirit had never spoken to ME.
"You are not frightened."
She said, but it was more of a statement than an exclamation.
"I've seen creatures like you all my life."
I said quietly.

Right on cue, the floorboards creaked, the room darkened, I heard little whispers and moans, and it happened.
Spirits, from every crack and some from doorknobs began to emerge and I shrunk back.
Never had I seen so many Spirits at once...
A Spirit asked, "Why are you here? This place is rightfully ours, our realm, you've no right."
Suddenly terror washed over me in slow, agonizing waves as I sputtered, "I-I did not know, truly, I was stupid not to think, I doubt you can forgive me for trespassing this room..."
Another said, "You're...Mortal....aren't you...?"
"Y-yes, I am..."
"Then how did you get in the realm?"
"Realm?"
"This forest is a realm, and this mansion is its core, nearby Spirits come here to reside with their own kind so they do not have to wander."
"Then I do not know how I got in! Honest!"
I cried out, panicking.
"We...have a theory."
"What is it?"
I pleaded.
"You know of Witch Hunts during the Middle Ages, where villagers tortured people who they suspected of being in covets or being sorcerers, correct?"
"Yes..."
"They had the ability to see Spirits, seek their advice, but the people feared them and banished them, some were hunted down, the rest hid in secrecy, but some had ancestors, you are one, you may see us and enter our realm."
"...It can't be."
The Spirits ignored this commence and went on.
"Modern day people with this gift cannot adjust to their lives as humans, so they do something else."
Now I was hooked.
"What do they do?"
"They are converted into Spirits, they choose a form and their soul is place in that form and they join us, we can do the same for you, it can be moderately painless.
I stared.
About time, I could actually talk to people, I could not believe it!
"...I must think about it."
"You can haunt those who you did not like, send messages and all."
Some Spirit added and I thought about it.
I could keep in contact with my parents...would they still be sad?
They were usually busy...didn't seem them much, but I knew they underestimated me...as for children in school...I greatly disliked them, they were sick little...things.
"I said I'll think of it, give me until tomorrow."
I said and the amber-eyed girl said, "I can make your form, just bring a design if you say yes."
As I walked away, back home, I considered the deal.
"I'll give those kids one chance."
The next day was a perfect snowy day, forming huge banks of snow and pale skies with a silver light.
I got up early and got dressed in a nice enough scarf.
At school, I smiled and acted polite, but there was no response to that, but I shrugged it aside.
I still had a whole day.

During class, my neighbor, Sarah hissed in frustration.
We were doing rhyming couplets on winter, ten couplets to be exact, a big portion of our oral grade and writing grade.
"What's wrong?"
"This poem...I can't come up with anything!"
Sarah said, infuriated with the innocent sheet of paper.
"Well, you wrote 'The snow is white, the stars are bright', just add that winter is a beautiful sight."
We worked on her poem for a bit, and eventually she turned away, she didn't really thank me, but I shrugged it aside.

Later that day, I saw her talking with her friends.
"...And she did my poem for me, good thing she can at least write!"
She laughed.
Suddenly, one saw me and they turned and stared.
I looked up at them with a sad smile and just waved.

When I got home, I hurled my backpack into the wall with a CRASH and I sat down at my desk and pulled out my pencil and paper.
Grinning wickedly, I hissed, "Good thing my only talent lies in pencil and paper!"
I sat down and drew and wrote madly.
That night, I arrived at the mansion.
A Will-O'-Wisp was waiting for me and led me to a small room with a desk covered in sewing material.
The girl with amber eyes looked over my design and nodded in approval and began sewing.
After hours, she brandished the final work, a small ashen-pale ragdoll with big green button eyes and yarn-black hair, along with a deep red cape.
"Are you ready?"
She asked, and I nodded.
She smacked me in the chest and my body slumped over...from it, she withdrew a blazing ball of silver light...my soul.
My eyes dulled and my body fell lifeless...and all went black.

I was very soft, quite small, still on the desk.
The child looked at me.
"Welcome, welcome...I am the Weaver, pleasure to meet you."
I smiled.
"Thank you."
"Are you going to do anything now, such as haunt."
"I don't want to hurt anyone, but I will give them what they had coming...it's kind of ironic, considering my last act!"
I grinned.
"I'm going to school!"

I walked to the abandoned school and entered the classroom via slipping THROUGH the door (I was now a spirit).
I withdrew a piece of paper and NAILED it into the white board, leaving a crack.
Then, I hid and waited.
The next day, kids filed into the room and immediately clustered around the paper and read.

You taunted me, called me a fright,
well, now you shall see the light.

You pointed and laughed, ignored me,
but now I'm gone, as you can see.

You thought I was a fool,
just a nobody, only a writing tool.

You called me mad,
you made me sad.

Because of your ridicule, you cackling hags.
I have been reduced to rags!

I hope you are regretful, you must be,
seeing the monster you've made me.

Do not deny, because you know it,
I am the one and only, the Poet.

Did you think it was creepy? I am sorry...I don't really care. It was meant to be creepy. Feedback would be very much appreciated!
^_^

Edited by JirachitheGreat, Jun 18 2012, 11:10 AM.
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo.
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syd52
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Lol, I think it's cool.
Hia XD
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JirachitheGreat
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Thanks, any advice?
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo.
http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/
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Nine tails fox is from Naruto if you don't know XD
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JirachitheGreat
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...I know.
But it also has a far deeper history, dating back hundreds of years.
See, she was referring the the Kitsune, a fox spirit from Japanese mythology which gains a tail every hundred years it lives.
Nine-tailed foxes are said the be the wisest and most powerful of them all, Naruto did not come up with the concept, they simply took the Kitsune and turned it into a Demon.
Any advice for the story itself?
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo.
http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/
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chichi87
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
Well, you should have the character go into each person's dreams and turn a good dream into a horrible nightmare...
Then, after many years, have a new character come in like the current one and have the same problem, except this person has a rush and can't choose whether to leave mortal life or not.
HOLY CRAP IM DREAMING! IM DREAMING! IM-... DANGIT! I WOKE UP!
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Lucid dream goals:
★Fly
★Summon things
★sing and dance in front of a buttload of zombies and slap them afterwards.
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JirachitheGreat
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Well, she isn't so enraged she'll curse them, she just wants them to know how they made her feel and not to make the same mistake with people again.
It sounds a bit...too similar I was not planning on any sequels.
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo.
http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/
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I think that you could make a sequel, it would widen the story and make readers happy.
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You don't break the rules on the forum, you don't get in trouble... SO DON'T MESS WITH ME, and you will love me!
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JirachitheGreat
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I don't know how I should go at that, however.
I don't want it to be too much of the same thing, but I don't want it being too detached. I'll need to think on it.
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo.
http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/
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chichi87
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
Here.
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HOLY CRAP IM DREAMING! IM DREAMING! IM-... DANGIT! I WOKE UP!
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Lucid dream goals:
★Fly
★Summon things
★sing and dance in front of a buttload of zombies and slap them afterwards.
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JirachitheGreat
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Did you give me a picture of a furry animal?
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
Jirachi+Litwick=Birthday Duo.
http://jirachithegreat.deviantart.com/
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