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At 12/22/13 07:36 PM, jjtninja wrote:

Not bad man

Thank you! <3

Unkown reasons from a heart broken for love.
Blood flees from the shatter pieces unto the cloth.
Stains appear from a shirt no more clear,
than crimson regret brought by the past.
Stories it told have all ended well.
But this story was where his last breath fell.
From within the beating core it told.
How the sheets of life itself fold.
But this story is coming to it's end, you see?
Because nobody ever tried to love me.

My first story uploaded onto here!
Be gentle with my poor writing :3

Now there is only touch.

Me and my brother always go on our annual trip to the cabin. We used to take the train, since the woodlands are quite far from the suburbs. But last month he got his license and we could drive there using our dad's car. So we packed up our gear, got into the car and drove off after our ever so worried mother said her goodbyes. “You excited?” my brother asked while starting the engine and backing of the driveway. I had just turned 16 and sitting in a wooden hut for 3 days with my 19 year old brother didn't seem like the most exciting thing in the world, but I decided I'd better be polite, since he looked forward to it. “Hell yea!” I replied, doing my best not to sound sarcastic. Some time passed and slowly the car filled itself with the delightful odor of trees and leaves. A smell so memorable memories came rushing in. The rustling of leaves beneath my feet, the sound of the birds in the morning, the smell of a campfire in the middle of a cold night. Suddenly rejoiced be these memories I became excited to arrive. “Are we there yet?” I asked, almost sounding like a kid, waiting to go to Disneyland. “No, it's a bit farther out.” He replied.

After not much longer we stopped. “There, I'll unpack our crap and you can go make our beds, okay?”. I nodded and walked towards the cabin. I can almost dream the path towards it. Gravel and bark made that familiar noise, that almost generic “forrest-walk-sound” beneath my shoes. The path was accompanied by a log fence. I could feel, as I slid my hand across the log, how slick and soft it had become over the years, worn down by everyone that walked this path before us.

Dusk fell and we sat around the campfire behind the cabin for hours, talking about the most random crap, like brothers usually do. We don't get much time to spend together, when we do, our mom is there to set us straight. But now, we were alone. All alone in a big, dark, forest. That thought sent shivers down my spine. “Well what do you say? Call it a night?” My brother said after trowing his can to the side. I simply nodded still a bit taken by the thought.

A loud thump awakened me, follow by a short grunt. If I wasn't mistaken that was my brother. I quickly got up and faced the darkness that was ahead. “Kevin? Are you there?” I yelled. No answer, just a thick cold silence, eating away on my fear of the worst. I yelled again, no answer. I stumbled towards the door, suddenly the silence was broken an unfamiliar sound. The sound of something dragging on the old wooden floor. I panicked, what if that is Kevin, murdered and dragged through the hallway? What if I'm next?
If only I wasn't blind.

Hello! I'm a 16 year old male, dutch is native to me but my english sounds rather British. I'm able to accomplish the highest of ridiculous voices yet my lower pitches work as well. I control French or German accents and I'm very eager to get to work with someone. Please Pm me if you have something!
Thanks already!

PLEASE HELP ME
i need some help...
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