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    dots Submission Name: Irony of Fantasydots

    Author: akaietowa-ru_18
    ASL Info:    20/F/Belly of the Beast
    Elite Ratio:    3.68 - 101/125/64
    Words: 1082
    Class/Type: Story/
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       This just shows what some people have to go through just to keep a fantasy of friendship. Even if it means destruction. This I have experienced more then once. This is from detail of my life of what I have to go through with some of my friends.

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    dotsIrony of Fantasydots

    The whole world seemed to be in a daze at the moment. Nothing could be worser now. Nothing could get better. A neutral situation. The grip heavy grip of fear got into her chest. It tightened when she tried to breath. A little ball of pressure kept building in her throat.

    Her black hair still in the twin buns she had put them in just a bit earlier. They were perfectly intact, her whole image still looked perfect to the eye. The firmness of her blue gown around her body still looked like an image fit for a prideful queen, jewels still dripped off of her like water at the moment, her natural beauty even still in place.

    Though if closer to the look of her 'actual' appearance; you could see the trembling all over her arms. Her eyes hooded over with a slight linger, a quiver of her about to go emotionally broke. Her shoulder slumped with every minute. Her skin getting paler and paler with every word, phrase, look, glance that the people around her kept throwing at each other. 'What can I do,' was all that was racing through her mind. 'What can I do?!' She desperately tried to voice out the question, yet she reeled back from the idea. It would do more devastation then salvation.

    Her eyes had gotten glazed over with the pressure she felt. Warm tears were trying to leak away from the protection her control had. Yet she heard skin hit skin painfully and she was jerked out of her thoughts, and the control broke as the tears rolled down her face. “No! Stop!” She had acted on impulse and grabbed onto an older man's arm. Her skinny fingers barely able to clamp on a stable grip at all.

    Her gaze left the man's and she looked down to an older woman who was on the floor shaking. She only shook her head as if seeing a reflection of what she was feeling. The fear she wished to show, but couldn't by any means. Her jaw set into a tight grip lock as she put on a mask of anger hiding the fact her tears were the result of fear, and putting into others mind's that it was from spiteful surge of frustration.

    Feeling her leg lift up without any restraint since her dress was of a short caliber. It connected with the older man's upper side almost reaching his shoulder. It made the man hit a wall, but he dodged some of the impact with his hands stopping most of it. Her eyes slitted, as her arms went into a defensive position, a gloating smirk on her face as she taunted out towards the man at how weak he had become.

    The older man was about to get up, but he saw some of the faces of the other's surrounding him, and he only huffed. Grunting as he got from the floor he didn't cast her one single glance only towards the woman who had watched the whole scene with a bit of amazement, though she cowered as the man's gaze fell to the woman's form.

    Her dress had ripped some from the side from where her leg lifted up to make that offensive move. She only sighed looking more irritated at the fact that her dress was ripped; only just another thing to hide her terror. She kept smirking and went to held the woman older than her up. The woman only thanked her, she only shook her head saying it was worth it, and that no thanks was needed for friendship.

    Few hours passed and the girl was on her bed changed into clothes that would make any appropriate father frown in disprovable. Her hair up in a messy bun with some ends still out of place. Her eyes held no emotion yet her chest still held the constricting ball of pressure she felt. She turned to her side and looked over everything to the left. Mostly the items were of that of a eleven year old girl with dreams of making it in the world of singing. Most would laugh if they saw these items, it would ruin the reputation she had built up since so small of an age.

    A hiccup penetrated the silence she had been coddled in and then the streams upon streams of tears came as did her whimpering and muffled talking. She got up and huddled over into a dark corner of her room. Her bed covered the image of her broken demeanor. The visage of a strong, pride filled, smart mouthed, girl was gone. Only left of what a girl her age should be.

    Her cries went out for hours on end muffled from the loud metal music she had on. The sobbing stopped though, after awhile. Long into the night to be more detailed. Her eyes black, as usual when she was gravely upset..

    Silence stayed with her though. She stood up straight and walked to a small table containing multiple photos in frames. She picked one up and shattered the glass getting her blood all over the photo as well as her self. Her tiny fingers gripped it tightly her eyes staring at it critically.

    She let it out of her hands, letting it drift to the floor slowly. “I'm an Autumn leaf....” The words drifted out softly. “Any more pressure, and I shall surly break. Any more false strength....” She filled her lungs with air, and closed her eyes. “And I shall shatter.” She looked back down at the photo with tears brimming her eyes again. “So why?” The question was whispered. “Why am I acting so strong, so bravely?!” It got louder with each syllable. “And all for you! When I'm the one needing the strength and defense!” She closed with strength as she fell to the floor sobbing next to the picture.

    Unintentionally though, the tip of the photo had caught on with a small candle she usually kept unlit. Though for some reason it was on. The picture with at least five faces, one being hers, all happy and smiling with laughter of a good day erupted in flames. The girl could only gasp forgetting her pain and went to grasp it, to save it from being ruined. She was burned, some of her skin called useless. Soon her whole hand called useless.

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    ||| Comments |||
      You have used some nice descriptions here, it has potential. Although for me ( though maybe I'm just a little thick (!) I got lost in a few places as I wasn't sure what was going on in the story, and unaware of where the three people were?.. You didn't mention there was anyone else around to start with.
    Youre' only fourteen yrs old?... amazing, keep writing!
    | Posted on 2006-04-10 00:00:00 | by cerberus74 | [ Reply to This ]

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