Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 19, 2008 14:59:09 GMT -8
Prologues to stories that I started writing. I never end up finishing them, so... Yeah. Here we go...
“May, shut down.”
“Would you like to save changes.”
“No.”
“Program terminated, shutting down.”
He sighed.
“Watch it,” a boy hissed, serpent like eyes glaring deeply at the girl who ran into him accidentally. She returned his piercing stare, jabbing at his chest with two fingers when a light scoff just happened to escape her thin lips.
“Why don’t you, asshole?”
His group of friends stared at each other in disbelief, stifling laughs of mockery to avoid making the boy angrier than he already was.
“What did you say?” He cocked his head to the right, stepping up extremely close to the girl, invading her personal bubble space.
“Don’t tell me to watch myself when you’re not attentive to your surroundings. If you were paying attention, then you wouldn’t have bumped into me,” she continued, “Unless you’re a pervert, but I’d rather you be a hypocritical fag-face than that!”
His lips twitched into a smirk.
“Calling people names, are we? Don’t you think that’s a bit childish?” He pushed her off to the side, making way for himself and his group of friends pass by.
“I hope you fucking die.“
As a group, they laughed, though only one heard her last phrase.
Guess who.
I left the note on his drawer, his name neatly printed on an envelope. With one last good look of his room - of his apartment - I walked out, refusing to look back. Of course, until this very day, I wonder how he reacted to my letter, if he still has it and if he’s married or not. I still wonder how he’s doing, if he has children of his own, if he still thinks about me. I tell myself constantly, though, that I never existed in his life, and that I still don’t exist, and never will. I am but thin air, invisible to everyone.
In fact…
You don’t know me.
Because I‘m not real.
But thanks for believing me.
Thanks for loving me.
In My Point of View
Original Fiction by KiHyun Kim
© Copyright 2008
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without written consent from KiHyun Kim.
Original Fiction by KiHyun Kim
© Copyright 2008
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without written consent from KiHyun Kim.
Prologue
This is a story of my experience with love…
…and how I turned into the bad guy…
…in their love story.
And after years of bittersweet feelings…
…and cascading tears…
I think I can finally say that I,
Kim SeungHee,
This is a story of my experience with love…
…and how I turned into the bad guy…
…in their love story.
And after years of bittersweet feelings…
…and cascading tears…
I think I can finally say that I,
Kim SeungHee,
[Page is abruptly ripped.
Rest of notebook missing.]
Rest of notebook missing.]
“May, shut down.”
“Would you like to save changes.”
“No.”
“Program terminated, shutting down.”
He sighed.
The Unhealthy Addiction
Original Fiction by KiHyun Kim
© Copyright 2008
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without written consent from KiHyun Kim.
Original Fiction by KiHyun Kim
© Copyright 2008
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without written consent from KiHyun Kim.
Prologue
“Watch it,” a boy hissed, serpent like eyes glaring deeply at the girl who ran into him accidentally. She returned his piercing stare, jabbing at his chest with two fingers when a light scoff just happened to escape her thin lips.
“Why don’t you, asshole?”
His group of friends stared at each other in disbelief, stifling laughs of mockery to avoid making the boy angrier than he already was.
“What did you say?” He cocked his head to the right, stepping up extremely close to the girl, invading her personal bubble space.
“Don’t tell me to watch myself when you’re not attentive to your surroundings. If you were paying attention, then you wouldn’t have bumped into me,” she continued, “Unless you’re a pervert, but I’d rather you be a hypocritical fag-face than that!”
His lips twitched into a smirk.
“Calling people names, are we? Don’t you think that’s a bit childish?” He pushed her off to the side, making way for himself and his group of friends pass by.
“I hope you fucking die.“
As a group, they laughed, though only one heard her last phrase.
Guess who.
Because I'm Not Real
Original Fiction by KiHyun Kim
© Copyright 2008
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without written consent from KiHyun Kim.
Original Fiction by KiHyun Kim
© Copyright 2008
Distribution of any kind is prohibited without written consent from KiHyun Kim.
Prologue
You don’t know who I am.
What I do.
Where I go.
You don’t know how I feel.
What I want.
What I need.
You don’t know when I dream.
What I say.
How I act.
In fact…
You don’t know who I am.
What I do.
Where I go.
You don’t know how I feel.
What I want.
What I need.
You don’t know when I dream.
What I say.
How I act.
In fact…
July 14th, 2003 - 3:06 am.
Yes, I realize this is your journal.
No, I did not read your previous entries.
Where I am now, there are paintings of autumn trees and photographs of the sun set sky. There are notebooks stacked neatly on the oak-wood table, the pages slowly decaying of one’s memories. There are books planted neatly on a giant shelf, going in alphabetical order; everything neat, everything perfect.
Yes. I am in your room.
I am writing in this journal of yours because I feel that you would be the only one who would understand how I feel, though only to an extent. No one would truly, completely understand me.
I left the note on his drawer, his name neatly printed on an envelope. With one last good look of his room - of his apartment - I walked out, refusing to look back. Of course, until this very day, I wonder how he reacted to my letter, if he still has it and if he’s married or not. I still wonder how he’s doing, if he has children of his own, if he still thinks about me. I tell myself constantly, though, that I never existed in his life, and that I still don’t exist, and never will. I am but thin air, invisible to everyone.
In fact…
You don’t know me.
Because I‘m not real.
But thanks for believing me.
Thanks for loving me.
With much love,
Jenesis
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