post here your old/new novels or short stories (not fan fictions)
share your talents!!!
ill start mine.. i used to be a writer in my previous college organization (publication), though i've only written few short stories due to other school activities(our organization was not only to publish school paper you know heheh, we were all around!) and our art director and Editor-in-chief kept me busy in graphics department heheh and i am his maid hahah
its kind an ironic to be promoted from cartoonist into feat/entetainment Ed (my position as a maid was also included ahahhah)
ow...nevermind the history...its just makes me more old hahah
heres one i wrote... enjoy... its a one sided love story i guess...and Raine was my penname
and the pic below was one of my old photomanip to my friends picture heheh (they are my favorite subjects hehe)
my other short story: “In my eyes” http://xisangelraine.deviantart.com/art/a-story-in-my-eyes-55511905
---------Other Side of the Bridge
“If I told you that I care, would you be the same? In my life you came, would you be mine to claim?”
“Nice poem! Although, I think you should change some words in this line to make it more striking.”
“Okay. Thanks Mr. Editor.”
“My pleasure Shakespeare.”
It had been like this whenever I write poems and stories. I compose, he improves; that was how it had been for the rest of our time being best of friends. Although embarrassing, I guess it is better that someone is guiding me through excellence in English. ? Anyway, this is my best friend; his name is Kyle, a walking encyclopedia. Though in spite of his gift, he has a hard time writing poetry. Maybe he’s just not really as romantic as I am.
It is kind a weird, not to mention awkward, that he is improving the poems that was actually dedicated to him. …Yup, you are right; I am in love with my best friend. Yet he has someone else in mind—definitely not me. He is in love with the most popular girl in our campus, Lorraine. Who wouldn’t be? She’s beautiful and smart and everything any guy would dream to have, and I am way below her level. What do you expect from a simple girl who counts on simple things in life to make her happy? Not like Lorraine, I don’t get to have everything I want—that of which includes the man I love. My only wish: “To be with the one that gave light to my dark world; an angel rushing down from the heavens above, offering his arms to hug me tight and fly with him to the skies where the two of us will live happily ever after forevermore…” –impossible, isn’t it? A mere dream for a geek like me.
Okay, enough melodrama (I hate it when I get carried away like this). It’s all just giving me a very rapid heart action resulting in increased pulse rate, with lateral pressure of the blood against the blood vessel walls, and with abnormal frequency of respiration (talk about being a complete nerd, huh?) …By the way did I already tell you that Kyle wants me to bridge him to Lorraine? Actually, Lorraine is my sister (just couldn’t gather enough guts to admit that earlier, sorry). Great, my situation is getting worse.
“Please Jen! Help me to be close with your sister! I really love her”
Those words… I just can’t help myself do all the things for him, even though I know that it will break my heart. This is the fact that I do not want to see; the harsh truth and the sadness enclosed with it, I do not want to feel or even know of. Even so, I could not help myself falling deeper in love with him in spite of him not being aware of my unconditional love. Whenever I look at him, I feel my soul giving in. What more when he looks into my eyes, I feel like melting down, and I tend to look away just to get hold of myself.
“Everyday, whenever Lorraine has her class, put a piece of pink rose and a poem in her locker.”
This was one of the most romantic scenes I was able to day dream about before, whenever I thought of him. Yet, all of this was sacrificed for the sake of my best friend’s love for my sister. Days went on and Kyle finally caught Lorraine’s attention. Sad to say, I was the one to blame for all of this. Now, my sister likes my best friend. How couldn’t she? He took my advices for his romantic dinner dates and great moments, and all of it was sure to make her yield.
I guess this is the route that I took; I am here at the other side looking at them, falling into pieces—a bridge that collapsed after being used and trampled on.
A bridge may be the sign of separation of two worlds that would not bind together. However, it is also a connection. And if I need to cross this bridge, I will do whatever the cost. Maybe it is not yet the time, or maybe there is someone else waiting for me.
But for now, I’ll hold on to this feeling.
“For me, if you really love someone, it does not matter if he gives back the love you gave. It is the times you have spent together and the moments you both had to know each other despite of this big world. You felt love and fulfilled whatever made him happy. Sounds like a martyr, but that is true love: kind and selfless.” -Jen