I wrote all sorts of crap. From horror, erotica, dark fantasy, and a mix of all of those. I lost a lot of what I had already, and at some point I tried to rewrite my stories, but never had the motivation to re-do it all over again. It didn't feel right to me.
Today I found one of the old stories that I started to re-write. I was well into it, and wanted to go nuts with it, but after my computer was stolen I just said fuck it.
Someone broke into our home in Pennsylvania, went straight to my room and took my computer tower-- and NOTHING else. Left my keyboard and mouse, monitor, and cables. Fucking weirdos. I was in high school. They did it while my grandmother was downstairs watching tv. -__-
You'd think that having an internet stalker was bad... yeah... no.
Anyway, here's one of the ones I started re-writing and never finished. It's really dorky, and I was like 15 when I started it.
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Untitled…or
something
By:
Cynthia Guizado
Get out of
there! His voice, loud and scratchy, called over the grassy meadow and darted
into her sensitive ears, making her jump in surprise.
She kissed the
tiny creature, set it down and clumsily hurried out from behind the waterfall,
careful not to trip and get stuck between the slippery, jagged rocks. The
lake’s warm, moving waters delayed her, as she loved the water. Prancing around
idiotically and not realizing where she was headed, she stumbled over a rather
large rock embedded in the sand at the bottom of the lake, and scratched the
cartilage just above her hoof.
A shrieking
cry of pain traveled beyond the meadow’s lands and into the forest. She jerked
back and whimpered quietly as she struggled to reach down and free her foreleg.
In the
distance a, rhythmic beat of galloping hooves traveled the winds. I’m in
trouble.
Quickly, she
swam over to the bend, shook herself off, and reclined down against a mossy
boulder, stretching out her right foreleg to see the wound. It was nothing to
panic, a minor cut that was all. Relaxed she took a deep breath and turned to
see galloping hooves come to an immediate halt. Easily, she could tell it was a
male. Her eyes slowly shifted to the opposite direction, avoiding eye contact.
A quiet little sigh of nervousness escaped her. She could assume he was waiting
for her to look up, as there was a brief moment of silence until he pinched the
point of her ear and tugged until she finally stood on all fours.
Ow, hey watch
it! He finally let go. She rubbed the soreness to an ease and glanced at
him with an uneasy look.
He was one of
the warriors in training. Not much of a threat. But he let her know who was in
charge with a cold stare. His ember eyes were set on her, his arms crossed. He
stood there, so motionless, almost like a statue. He was huge, but that’s just
a male trait of their kind. For him, that was just luck.
She looked
down in embarrassment. He turned around and began to head back to their small
shire. She looked up and watched him, when he stopped in his tracks, looked
back at her and signaled with his a tap of his hoof to follow him.
She started
after him slow and limping, avoiding support on her foreleg. He didn’t wait for
her, and simply turned to say return to our shire, and he was off. At the pace
she was going, it would take a while to get home. The meadows are wide and
boundless, it seems like one could run forever through them. But at the other
side was the forest and in the forest, was their home.
But the
meadows were dangerous. It was, in a way, forbidden to go there alone, unless
they went out in groups. However that was only limited for gathering the
necessities the tribes needed to survive. Anyone caught out there alone would
be punished in some manner. Azuara however, sneaked out regularly. She had
grown accustomed to the meadows and its small treasures. Unfortunately for her,
so have her own, and her owns’ enemies. Because of the resources this boundless
meadow has to offer, a war is at rise. Not only for the meadow, but a treasure
told in legends, hidden within its vast earth. Azuara has no mind of it, but
her leaders do. She doesn’t have much mind of that either.
The Lamusi and
Cekaur have made pact to keep off the meadows within reasonable trade.
Sentinels from both sides made sure obedience and respect of the pact was
executed. Woe to the poor fool that was found alone and with little purpose. Cekaur
hid in the wide and rich forests, while the Lamusi kind kept to their dead
lands of rocks, brush and skeletons from their prey - a façade to their
shallow, underground city. If they were to run into one another, the pact demanded
peace until forces were ready and this land would be won to one or the other
once and for all. Although, it is not always as the rule commands. pride and
greed demanded from its host for victory. Many ignored the pact and its rules,
and died in attempts at nothing for a short lived battle. Others would sneak
out, hoping to find this legend, even said to be impossible to find unless summoned
with a certain artifact. So many rumors, but that only led to more fights and
punishments. After much loss in ranks and shame to their tribes. War seemed
like the only option. No one knows exactly what is being waited on, but the
Cekaur expect the Lamusi to strike any time soon- a more aggressive, and clever
race than the Cekaur. However the Cekaur had secrets of their own that aided
them in their search for this treasure that would bring their own a better
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DON'T LAUGH. I HATE YOU.
I have 2 others, but they're pretty PG13. I might post one of them that was popular among my high school peers.
THERE YA GO.