I am near my window with the laptop on my lap and wondering what to write. It is raining outside and it is cool and soothing outside. But my mind is a turmoil….a complete mess..like every writer’s. Wondering from where to begin, I think about the superficiality that has invaded our lives. Of all the … Continue reading What Are We Living For?
I glanced over back towards Fabrizio, as I mouthed the word, “Shit!” We hurried with all the speed we could manage, to carry on and get everything we needed. Then, we ran across the room and out the door in complete frenzy, through the crowds of people, passing by obstacles, and even horses, to finally get to the entrance, panting under our breaths, we slid through the white bridge like racing soaps sliding on water, I did not even care about how many people tumbled upon me, and fell onto the floor. I finally made it. “Wait, wait, wait! We’re passengers!” I cried aloud as I reached out my hand towards a man inside the entrance of the ship, hair pulled back with gel, dressed with formal clothing. The door was already closing, but we made it just before. I reached out my hands holding the tickets for the man to take. The man reached out his hand, and took them, then his eyes drifted back to ours coldly. “Have you been through the inspection crew?” He asked. Come on, come on, there is no time! “Of course!” I shouted. “Anyway, we don’t have any lice… we’re Americans, both of us!” I said. I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead from all the running, as my caramel hair fell over my face. “Right, come aboard.” The man motioned us into the ship, Fabrizio and I jumped in like jumping into heaven– and that was what we were doing, jumping into heaven. We ran across the room, all the rich and fancy people looking up at us, at the sudden movement. Oh, I didn’t care… I didn’t care what they might’ve been thinking, all I cared about was that I was actually here! We raced across the narrow corridor, tumbling over people. “We’re the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that!” I cried out with all the excitement in my voice could afford. Before I knew it, we raced across the ship until reaching the deck, there were so many people, I made a narrow space between the crowd to pull my feet onto the rail white bars and with all my might, I yelled to the crowds of people below us, “Goodbye!” No one was there, watching me, I wasn’t waving to anyone in particular, but heck, I was so god damn happy that, that wasn’t the point. We looked like two complete idiots, but it was pure happiness. The sun was setting, casting an orange lining to every single person here. And there were so many! I just could not believe the joy I was experiencing. I was scared that I might wake up to find myself in my bed as usual. No, but this was reality. It had to be. And you know what, I was waving at Southampton, giving out my dear farewells to England and a hello to United States. A great new start into a new life, there were so many ideas of what to do once I arrived. I was so excited I couldn’t even think! “You know somebody?” Yelled Fabrizio, but I could hardly hear him from all the noise. “Course not, but that not the point!” I yelled in return, casting my eyes on him, until moving them back towards all the people below. “Goodbye! I’ll miss you!” I screamed with all my might. “I will never forget you!” Followed Fabrizio. Our voices were just two more into the voices of 2,200 passengers aboard on the Titanic now. Laughing followed, as I held on tight, swaying my body closer towards the rail to look down. The rail worked well enough to help me avoid falling.
My eyes moved from the people below, to the sky, and back down to the sea beneath us. As I continued to yell nonsense into the air. I could feel the ship finally start moving, the loud horn of the Titanic soared throughout the air around us. And my heart sank into a pool of happiness. I was really here, my dreams had come true. A poor, unimportant boy in a luxurious ship of dreams. And it truly was, a ship of dreams. From a simple game of cards, I bet on the tickets… And god was by my side, we won! I am one lucky bastard! *** I clutched onto my heavy bag, as I paced across the narrow corridor, mumbling under my breath, “Three-sixteen, three-sixteen…” Where is that goddamn room? I kept my eyes on the shiny white walls as I kept on walking. Until finally, I stopped walking, and stood in front of the door with the numbers printed on it: 316. I placed my hand on the door knob, as I opened the door. I stepped in, into a room with already two people in it. Without thinking, I said, “Hey, how are you all doing, I’m Jack,” I let out my hand for the man to take, the one sitting on the bed, the man only stared at it. I walked on, towards the other man. “I’m Jack Dawson,” I told him. He shook my hand, as I mumbled the words, “How are you doing,” I dumped my bags onto the ground as I looked up at Fabrizio, already on the top bunk bed. “Hey… who says you get top bunk!” I laughed, he laughed in return as I playfully punched him. I ducked my head under the top bed, as I sat down on the lower one. “Where’s Sven?” Asked the man to his other friend. I laughed quietly to myself. So there I was, finally catching my dream. And this time, I wouldn’t let it slip out from my grasp.
Jack’s Point of View I had just won third class tickets to the now sailing ship of Titanic. That was all that was running through my head as I stared at the wooden table, unbelievably. Was I dreaming? Was this truly reality? It took a moment for the comprehension of what had just happened to flow in. “I’m sorry, Fabrizio.” I had said to my friend. Decided to pull a good joke on him, let us see how he reacted. I turned my eyes towards him, meeting his confused eyes still on the poker cards in his hands. He shot me a confused, angry face and began babbling nonsense in Italian. I smiled, “I’m sorry, but you aren’t going to see your mother in a long time.” His expression suddenly switched from being an angry Italian, to a grinning Italian. “‘Cause we’re going to America!” My voice drifted into a loud excited shout, as I slammed my hand onto the wooden table, and watched as our faces illuminated with happiness. I must admit, we went a bit too far at how crazy we went that moment. We stood on our feet and began yelling like mindless people. Rubbing our tickets on the losing team’s faces. “Whoohoho!” I yelled as Fabrizio and I began to jump and hop around the table. But suddenly, the joy was all over, as fast as a blink’s eye, Olaf grabbed my collar and pulled my face close, and he mumbled words. Words I did not even understand. His face was up so close, I could see his wrinkles, his disgusting yellow teeth, I could smell his breath– disgusting. I ducked my face as I watched his fist coming towards me, but then Olaf threw his fist towards Sven instead. I could see how disappointed they were at losing, I kind of even felt bad for them. They lost their tickets to the Titanic, the biggest ship ever built. Now, instead Fabrizio and I won their tickets. We were the lucky bastards now. I turned around to look at Fabrizio, and the laughing crowd. We began to laugh all together. “Figlio di puttana!” Fabrizio laughed, as he cursed in Italian. He raised his thick brown eyebrows, deep emotion on his face, along with a shrug of shoulders and a raise of hands. He always used gestures only Italians used. He was my closest friend, I had met him when I moved from Austria to Italy. You see, I always made my way through country after country. It was how people were meant to live, appreciating the world around them. Not staying in one place forever. That was called not living at all. I grabbed the two yellow tickets from his hand, and kissed the sweet smelling piece of paper. It smelt of victory. “I’m going home!” I shouted, then grabbed Fabrizio into a great big hug. We let go, but the fuss continued. “I’m going to America!” Fabrizio shouted, in a deep Italian accent. People starred, actually stopped what they were doing to look at us. I did not care, though. I knew I was calling a lot of attention with all the shouting, and jumping. But this second, just once in my life, I felt like I could do whatever I wanted and not even care. I could even walk around naked and not care– I was that happy. Then, out of the blue, an old looking man from across the room began to speak. “No, mate. Titanic sets off in five minutes!” He pointed at the clock on the wooden wall, the bright sunshine casted a shimmering reflection upon the glass of the clock. I squinted my eyes as I tried to read the numbers. The sun was too bright, but I could the black narrow hand of the clock point to eleven, the other on fifty five. It was enough to see that we’d be late, if we don’t run now. My heart began to sink.
The story is divided into two parts. part one being mostly what came out in the movie, then part two what happened after the sinking. and everyone has seen the movie. but, the ending in my story is completely different. i don’t want to give off too much, but I changed the ending and it … Continue reading Titanic — Prologue
Destiny’s eyes went wide and tears streamed down her face. Her face had gone bright red the minute Lucy’s hands went to her breasts, and her body started to tremble at Lucy’s harsh words. This was the worst kind of abuse she had ever taken in her life. But surely, she wasn’t going down without a fight this time. She had had enough with these guys talking down to her and belittling her just because of her opinions. This time, she was going to fight back with some words of her own. Destiny slammed the oil lamp down on the table and glared at Lucy coldly. “You know what? I have had enough with you guys making fun of me just because I’m a virgin and I don’t happen to drink any alcohol! Just because I don’t do the same things you do doesn’t give you the right to make fun of me! And you know I could belittle you guys too, if you like to play that kind of mind game! I can start with you right now!” Destiny’s body was shaking with anger. She knew better than to make fun of somebody, but her rage was clouding over her better judgment. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten any STD’s, you-you…y-you WHORE!” The next thing she knew, she was slammed against the table, her arm throbbing. She looked up to see Lucy standing over her, her manicured hand balled into a fist. She was shaking and she kicked Destiny with her high heel, making Destiny yelp in pain. “I DARE you to say that shit again, you fucking bitch,” she whispered bitterly, sending chills down Destiny’s spine. With that, Lucy snatched her other heel and stomped out the door, still stumbling around. Destiny was left there, curled on the floor, crying and shaking uncontrollably, her right arm and leg tensing in pain. Just when she thought her life couldn’t get any worse, a kick, punch and bitter words woke her up from the world of Matilda Wormwood. But fortunately for Destiny, Jason Voorhees had been watching the whole thing, and he was NOT pleased. Am I on a roll or what? Goodness gracious, I just can’t stop writing this. I know I’m gonna have less time to work on it though, because I don’t have that many open periods anymore and I’m not coming home at one anymore. Tch, ah well, I’ll try to write some whenever I can! It’s funny because while I was writing the homesick scene, I could only picture myself when I was younger. Our school gave us the opportunity to go to a huge campsite for a week. It was tons of fun until that night when I realized I wasn’t in my own bedroom. Even though I was with my best friends, I was scared beyond belief. The only thing I really had for comfort was my stuffed dog, which didn’t leave my side all night. I just rememver feeling like I had no control over anything and I didn’t know what to do. So I cried. My friends were there for me, though, and within half an hour, I was okay. But I know that if I was in the situation Destiny is in now, I don’t think I would be able to handle it.
Destiny shivered as she wrapped the blanket from the bed around her body. She wasn’t tired yet, but it was definitely a cold night. She watched the oil lamp burn gently in the middle of the room. That was the first thing she did. The last thing she wanted to be in right now was the dark. Running to her cabin ensconced in it was enough. Destiny slowly hugged her stuffed dog and felt her eyes burn again. She was starting to get a bit homesick. She wasn’t used to be half in the dark, cold and left to be taunted. Part of her wanted to drive back home and leave the others to fend for themselves, but she knew better than that. She may have hated them, but she could never do something that harsh. But she felt weak. She felt like she had no power over what was happening right now. She couldn’t make it brighter. She couldn’t make it warmer. She couldn’t make it friendlier. She could just sit there, curled in a blanket on her bed, hugging the only thing she actually called family and feeling her stomach clench in nerves. Destiny looked around her room for inspiration to stay positive. She suddenly spotted her favorite children’s book, Matilda by Roald Dahl. Destiny slowly picked it up and brought the oil lamp to her side. She curled back up on the bed and, opening to the first page, started to read. The warmth from the oil lamp rid the goose bumps from her skin and gave her the impression that the room was lighter. Destiny’s stomach started to relax as she read through the story of Matilda Wormwood for what felt like the hundredth time. But apparently good times can’t last in Camp Crystal Lake, because the minute Destiny felt relaxed and content, Lucy stumbled into her cabin, drunk as a skunk and her shirt almost torn in two. “H-hey, chiiiickaaa!” She hiccupped and almost fell over, gripping onto the wall for some kind of support. Destiny looked up at Lucy, shocked, and quickly hid her stuffed dog behind her pillow. “L-lucy? What in the hell are you doing here?” Destiny got to her feet, holding the oil lamp to see Lucy more clearly. Lucy pointed at her and almost fell over. “Y…y-you know what, chicka-boom? Y-yo’all gotta relax sumtime! Y-you should coma back wid me and let one of dem boys fuck ya!” Lucy grinned and tore off her high heel before it caused her to break her ankle. Destiny’s face went red and she backed away from Lucy, trembling lightly. She knew she shouldn’t have yelled at her, since that wouldn’t get her to leave any faster. She thought that if she was nicer to Lucy, she would leave her alone. “I-I’m sorry, Lucy, but I can’t,” she spoke softly. “I-I want to wait until I’m married to have sex. I-I don’t feel like I would be ready yet. I-I hope you understand… now,” Destiny gently took Lucy’s hand. “L-let me bring you back to the other cabin, okay? I-I wanna make sure you get back safely.” Destiny thought that Lucy had calmed down from her drunkenness enough to actually let her take her back to the other cabin, but boy was she wrong. Lucy ripped her hand out of Destiny’s and shoved her back with a strength that Destny didn’t know she could possess. “You know what, you fuckin’ loser? If you keep thinking shit like that, you’re NEVER gonna get laid! If you get some implants like these-” Lucy pressed her hands against her two large, fake breasts. “-and if you show off more of your body, then you’ll get all the attention you’ll ever need! Hell, you’ll get fucked without even knowing it! But I doubt you’ll ever be as hot as me. Hell, a SNOWMAN is hotter than you! You couldn’t look hot even if you tried!” This caused Lucy to laugh loudly, leaning to the side of the wall.
Jason watched as the foursome almost literally crawled toward the strong scent of cooking meat floating through the air. Jason caught the scent as well, making his own stomach grumble. When was the last time he had something that smelled so good? Perhaps if he took good care of the good girl, she would cook things like that for him all the time! When the good girl noticed that they had arrived, Jason saw her roll her eyes at the fact they were drunk. She didn’t seem to approve of drinking either, which made Jason’s mother only squeal with delight. He then saw her shake off her annoyance and asked them if they were hungry. “Hell yeah, I am!” one of the boys screamed, his hand still groping one of the girls’ breast. This alone made the good girl’s face go red. Jason watched her, slightly interested. So she would blush whenever she saw anything in reference to sex? He never saw anything so… innocent before. He watched as she squirmed slightly; her hand slightly trembled as she held out a hotdog to him. The boy snatched it from her, without thanking her, and shoved it in his mouth. This caused the others to howl, pointing at him. “H-he’s giving the hotdog a blowjob!” one of the girls hollered, gaining support from the other boy, who took the chance to stare down her shirt. If you could call it that. While this was all happening, Jason was trembling with rage. How could they treat the good girl so badly? She wasn’t doing anything wrong! Jason felt his nails pierce his calloused skin as the foursome snatched the rest of the cooked hotdogs, and the package of the uncooked ones and almost pushing the good girl into the fire in the process before leaving. He watched the good girl tremble out of fear and wrap her arms around her small body, and catching a few clear tears streak over her fair complexion pissed him off to the very edge. He HAD to kill them. NOW. “Jason, no, not yet!” Jason froze as he heard his Mother hold him back. ‘Why? They deserve to get ripped apart!” “Patience, Sweetheart…patience. You don’t want to scare the good girl away, now do you? “Jason glanced at the good girl again. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, but wasn’t sitting as close to the fire as she was before. She must still be scared after almost falling in. ‘She will be scared of me no matter how I approach her…’ “Not if you are gentle with her, Darling. If you show that she is a good girl and you promise to protect her, she won’t be scared of you. Be patient with her.”Jason watched the girl start to clean up and put out the fire, and for a second, she froze. It had gotten considerably darker while she was out there. Jason was confused as to why she was so still. Why wasn’t she moving? The girl suddenly sprinted toward the farthest cabin. The one closest to his home. Jason frowned and tilted his head to the side. This girl was so confusing, but he knew he didn’t like seeing this side of her. He preferred to see her soft, little smile and hear her light laugh. Good girls shouldn’t be scared or treated badly. They should be happy. Those thoughts were blown out of his mind when he saw one of the girls dragging herself toward the good girl’s cabin. It looked like she managed to tear herself away from one of the buys, since her shirt was torn. Jason followed the bad girl silently until he was watching her enter the good girl’s cabin through the window. Destiny slowly changed into her pajamas as she wiped the last tear from her eye. So much for getting any brownie points… she almost burned in a fire because of those drunken jerks! And they stole her dinner! Destiny growled to herself as she pulled her large T-shirt over her head. That was the last straw. If they wanted to waste their mini-vacation by destroying their brain cells and getting pregnant, she wasn’t going to stop them. Let them ruin their lives. It meant nothing to her and apparently not to themselves either.
Jason saw a young girl, possibly a little younger than the ones he saw before, who wasn’t drinking, doing drugs, or having sex. She simply eating a marshmallow, cooking hotdogs on the fire she had made. Jason was shocked. ‘Why isn’t she drinking? Why isn’t she doing drugs? Why isn’t she having sex?’ “She’s a … Continue reading Friday The 13th (4)
“I couldn’t do that!” Destiny said to herself as she unpacked more of her belongings. “That would dirty the water…then all of the fish and animals drinking from it would get sick… no, I couldn’t live with that!” Destiny grinned to herself as she gazed out at the lake. Destiny always found it silly when … Continue reading Friday The 13th (3)
When the car finally pulled up to the entrance to Camp Crystal Lake, Destiny instantly jumped up. Finally she would be away from these jerks! She would find a nice, faraway cabin for herself so that she could relax and read her way into a more peaceful world. Of course, she could do that anywhere. … Continue reading Friday The 13th (2)
Frankly speaking ,very few people believe in life after death, even many of the religions don’t do and why should we.. What can be possible implication of having a lie after death. Recently i saw a very heart wrenching serial episode of the same.. life after death indication which was really very hard to bear. … Continue reading Life After Death?
A 13 year old girl named Lucy had just hit puberty. It wasn’t that she wasn’t aware of the changes she would notice from now on but yet she hated being on her ‘period’ for the first few months in the beginning. Playing football and riding bicycles had suddenly become difficult during those 5 days. … Continue reading Being Samantha
Destiny stared out the window, holding onto the duffel bag that was packed to the brim with everything she would ever need for a week alone. Of course, she wasn’t exactly alone, but she kind of wished to be in this situation instead of being stuck with these four people. The other four teenagers were … Continue reading Friday The 13th (1)
As a young girl, I was very stereotypical I knew I wanted to find that someone that I was going to get married. I knew the exact way I was going to get married. Like every girl I had every plan of my love life planned out. When we were around people and I could … Continue reading Finding That Missing Part