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Ok, this is just something that I wrote in Social Studies today after the Geography final...it hasn't been edited or anything, but I wanted to see what you guys did with it. Here's the beginning:
Lilithe was the perfect villian, raise on a steady diet of pain and hatred. At age three, her parents had split up, leaving her to suffer in the never ending battle of possesion between the two. Finally, at a young age of 13, they compromised, and sent her to a boarding school in England. The long hours spent sitting in an itchy plaid skirt among pale-faced nobodies that she would never know the name of feasted on her soul. She grew pale and weak, hating herself and everyone around her, a fading girl that was losing her mental stability fast. Lilithe was the perfect villian, someone who had felt enough pain in her life that she wouldn't feel anything anymore. She was the ideal character to create a tormented deranged girl out of. But what if I told you she was the hero?
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Blaire was a picture of perfection, hidden behind glossy blond ringlets and endearing blue eyes. She was a normal girl, with a happy home, never being able to dream of the place that the pale and dying Lilithe now dwelled. She couldn't imagine the hurt and pain that she had endured, could not fathom being pulled that close to the brink of insanity. Blaire couldn't imagine hurt or pain, because the only thing she had ever felt was greed. So our perfect little "heroine" with her glossy ringlets and plastic smile, staggerd dangerously close to the edge of the abyss that could reveal what she was inside: a villian...
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You're turn! Sorry that it's not very good, I just wrote that much in about five minutes after the Geo final. Tell me what you think and then continue it! *working title is The Essence of Dreams* don't know where that came from, it just popped into my head...
Anyway, thoughts? continuations?
submitted by Koffee
(June 8, 2009 - 10:00 pm)
(June 8, 2009 - 10:00 pm)
Thoughts? Lilithe= incredibly awesome. Blaire= Mary Sue in a good way, because it was intentional. Description= lovely. Your writing overall= MAGNIFICENT.
:)
(June 9, 2009 - 4:38 pm)
TO THE TOP!!!!!! I JUST SAW THAT MEAODW DID SOMETHING ABOUT SOME SECONDS AGO ON THE FIRST PAGE!!!!!!!!! SAME TIME AS MEDOW!!!!!!!!!!!! FIRST TIME i'VE BEEN ON THE SAME TIME AS SOMEONE!!!!!!!!!!!
(June 10, 2009 - 11:32 am)
Uh...who is that?
(June 10, 2009 - 3:36 pm)
Uh, thanks, but since this is a round robin, you're supposed to continue it...I appreciate the support, though. I'm really curious to see where it goes. :D:D:D:D:D
PS: You guys overexaggerate my writing. It's not that great, though I appreciate the thought.
(June 10, 2009 - 3:35 pm)
Ever since the boarding school burned down, Lilithe had lived on the street. Mrs. Coppernickle had turned them out. "Begone! I don't have a house to keep ye in, food to feed ye, nor money to git no more. Git ye back to your parents!" And that was that. But her parents were not in England. They were... she didn't know. And now she sat by herself, in a carboard box filled with a few rags, tattered but at least dry. From under the overhang of the building, she saw the rain misting down. Then a sound came frm around a corner. A sniff? A sob? She pulled a dirty cloak over her head, and croawled out to investigate. And there Lilithe saw Patricia. Patricia had gone to the boarding school as well. Everyone had teased her for being younger, and as Lilithe remembered, her parents were on a luxury trip in Italy. She hadn't talked to Patricia very much, but if Lilithe had ever had a hobby it was listening in on others' converstions. Therefore, she remembered something. Patricia had a cousin in London, a rich cousin, name of Blaire...
(June 11, 2009 - 12:48 pm)
It was a moderately simple task to manipulate Patricia into "remembering" all of the times that Lilithe had been so nice to her at the boarding school. And to help her recall how, Patricia and Lilithe being such, ah, good friends, Patricia had mentioned Blaire numerous times. And to quietly suggest that Patricia give Lilithe her cousin's last name was the work of an instant.
I could make a career of this, Lilthe concluded.
"Domratchi," Patricia sniffled, still crying for some reason beyond Lilthe's comprehension. "Blaire Domratchi."
Lilithe extended a warm smile that was extremely insincere. "All right, then, Patricia dear, let's see if we can find your relatives."
Patricia smiled happily and trotted off behind Lilithe, as Lilithe's cunning mind was generating ideas of how she could use this encounter to her advantage.
(June 12, 2009 - 2:49 pm)
It was child's play finding Blaire's house. With a bit more manipulation towards Patricia, she found the name of the school that she went to and casually waited outside. When the bell rang and the flow of students poured out, Lilithe serenely fell in step with a boy that looked about her age with shaggy dark hair and hazel eyes. With a few cunning flicks of her raven hair and flirtatious flutters of her startling green eyes, the boy, Josh, agreed to help her and her "dear friend" Patricia find Blaire. As luck would have it, the two where neighbors, and lived right across the street from each other. While they walked, Josh talked about everything from school to food, and while Lilithe smiled blandly, Patricia walked along side him, hanging onto his every word. When Josh pointed to her house, looking towards Lilithe, expecting words of thanks, she merely flicked her hair again and casually suggested that he and Patricia go for a walk. When the two walked off, Patricia beaming, Josh looking over his shoulder in longing, Lilithe walked up to the imposing Victorian house and rang the doorbell. A tolling bell shuddered through the house, and a tall thin man with a moustache and a suit opened the door a crack and said, "Do you have an appointment with any of the Domratchi's, miss?" "Yes," she responed, "they just don't know it yet."....
(June 13, 2009 - 7:51 pm)
He ushered her into a grand parlour upholstered in velvety green colours. A burnished fireplace was built into the wall directly opposite a huge window overlooking the wealthy street, affording a perfect view of the manicured lawns and gorgeous flowerbeds around paved stone walks leading up to the majestic doors of the formidable manors.
"How shall I announce you?" the butler asked, gesturing for her to take a seat in one of the stiff apple-green plaid armchairs.
"Tell them that their niece Patricia is here and in need of their assistance," Lilithe said with a charming smile and a toss of her hair. "I'll need an immediate appointment with them."
"But of course, madam," he replied submissively, and left the room.
Lilithe looked around her, trying not to be awestruck by the sheer beauty of the place- awe led to timidness, which led to fear, and fear was the last thing she needed while masquerading as the niece of one of the most affluent families in the region.
(June 14, 2009 - 11:05 am)
Blaire was finishing her lemon tarts in her room when she heard her mother go down the grand staircase in the front room. She quickly rose and followed her mother. She had heard the bell and wanted to see the visitors. But when she reached the door, the only person her mother was speaking to was a damp girl in what looked like an orphanage dress. Nevertheless, she seemed to have a defiant look. "...to Patricia," the girl was saying, "we were friends at the school, and she wanted me to talk to you and request that you take us in until her parents came back from Italy." Blaire remembered Patricia. She hadn't liked her very much, but at least with her rich parents Patricia had been tolerable. But if she was anything like the girl at their door now... Blaire tugged at her mother's sleeve. "But Mother Dear, you mustn't! They're so... dirty!" The girl shot her an icy glance. But it was too late. Her mother was already accepting, and the girl, whose name was Lilithe, was offering to fetch Patricia.
(June 14, 2009 - 6:47 pm)
This can't be happening to me, thought Blaire as she rolled out two sleeping bags next to her bed. She'd pleaded with her mom, in a backhand sort of fashion, saying that the guests would be much more comfortable in the guest room where they could each have their own bed. Mrs. Domratchi hadn't budged, over-enthusiastic with the idea that her daughter could make some friends that were kind, and could see past the fashion magazine at the end of their nose. So it was settled, and those two dirty girls wound up sleeping on the floor of Blaire's lovely cream and gold room. She found that she rather liked the Lilithe girl, but not in a friendly sort of way. Lilithe was like her, only with dirtier clothes and raven hair. Both of them were misunderstood. But Lilithe was too bold for Blaire's style, in fact, everything right now was cramping her style. These two had to go.
(June 15, 2009 - 7:10 pm)
((Anyone, anyone at all? Will no one continue this?))
(June 17, 2009 - 3:57 pm)
Fine, then. I'll continue it:
The crickets chirping in the cold night air outside was the only sound. The silence was so suffocating that Blaire could scarcely breathe. Patricia, of course, blind to the obvious tension and challenge that arose between the two said, "Oh, this will be just like old times, Blaire! Like when we were younger, and we had all those sleepovers! And our parents would talk for hourse downstairs, while we stayed awake all night sharing secrets! Speaking of which, I've something to tell you: I met this boy today, the one that helped us find your house, remember him, Lilithe? His name was Josh. I really think that he liked me, don't you Lilithe? I hope you don't mind me saying that I don't think he liked you much. Anyway, when we were on our walk together..."
Her ramblings were cut short when both Blaire and Lilithe snapped, "Shut up, Patricia. Just because we happen to be sleeping in the same room doesn't mean we're to be best friends." Startled, they looked at each other for a moment, then began to laugh. Quite abruptly, however, they both remembered that they were supposed to be enemies, and rolled away from each other, leaving Patricia staring forlornly at the ceiling between them. The last thing Lilithe heard before she drifted off to sleep was Blaire muttering in Patricia's ear, "You musn't trust that dirty, ragged girl. Just trust me on this. By tomorrow afternoon she shall be gone."
"But I don't want her gone," Patricia defended.
"Oh," Blaire intoned lightly, "you will."
Someone else continue!!!
(June 18, 2009 - 6:27 pm)
((I tried, but I can't do evil right now. I'm too happy that school's out!!!))
(June 19, 2009 - 1:15 pm)
I'm on a school computer right now, but I'll continue it soon!
(June 19, 2009 - 4:03 pm)
In the middle of the night, Lilithe opened her eyes. Patricia was snoring like she'd lived here her whole life. She thought about Blaire. It was possible that they were cut out of the same cloth, considering the episode earlier that evening. On the other hand was that a reason to like her? It was not, she decided. Blaire was rich, spoiled, vain, and fluttery, all characteristics she could not abide. Still the tradeoff must be taken when a roof and a bed were involved. She looked up to find that Blaire's eyes were also open.
(June 19, 2009 - 8:35 pm)