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fine, okay this is a little segment of a book i'm writing, They broke up before and then they got back together. Melenie is talking right now.



I was awoken by the sound of rocks on my window.

"What the frick?" I said sleepily. I stumbled to my window and looked out.

"Mel!" Hunter stage-whispered.

"Why the hell are you waking me at..." I glanced at my clock. "One in the morning?"

"I wanna take you somewhere." he replied beaming.

"At one?"

"It's only suitable at night."

"Fine." I replied ruefuly. "Just let me get my jacket on and I'll run out the door."

"Why the door? Just jump to the tree. If you don't make it I'll catch you."

I stared at him for a moment before I realized he was serious. I threw my jacket on and looked out the window. I cursed under my breath and jumped. Knowing I wasn't going to make it I squeaked.

"I hate you!" I whispered only to land in his arms.

"I told you so." Hunter said as he set me down. "I'm glad you didn't scream. You would've woke your parents."

I laughed and said. "Now what do you want to show me.

"I can't tell you, I have to show you." Hunter grasped my hand and and ushered me forward. "I've been planning this even before we broke up. It just hasn't been nice enough out."


"There has to be stars." he smiled.

"Okay?" I said confusedly.

"Look down. I'll tell you when to look up."


In a matter of minutes Hunter tapped on my arm and I looked up. We were at my old Junior high.

"What? How did you know I went here?"

"Well, I searched it up." he smiled.

"Why here?"

"I thought it would be a good stage."

"What?" I asked. Hunter pulled me into the field, which now had picnic tables.

"Woah." I gasped. "Alot has changed." I stared at the new paint, the new furniture, the new... everything.

"Yah, but that isn't what I wanted to show you."

Hunter jumped on the picnic table and laughed. "I have never done this before." He started singing Yellow by Coldplay.

"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you." He sung. It was odd, yes, because his voice seemed only suitable for rock songs but, strangely, I loved it.

"And everything you do, yeah, they were all yellow." he stood on the table and clenched his hand like he was holding a microphone.

I sat down on the grass listening.

"I came along, I wrote a song for you. And all the things you do, and it was called yellow."

I just sat there smiling, watching and thinking how sweet this is.

"So then I took my turn, oh what a thing to have done. And it was all yellow."

Hunter jumped off the picnic table and pulled me up. He took my waist like we were dancing and smiled at me. Unconciously I put my hand on his shoulder. We just swayed side to side in the middle of the field while he sung the chorus.

"Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful." Hunter twirled me around and I giggled. Then I snorted thinking how stupid that sounded. Hunter laughed.

"You know, you know I love you so, you know I love you so." he sung highly enunciating this part. I blushed and looked down at my feet realizing that I was wearing my duck slippers. I turned beet red and pulled my hands away. He picked me up and placed me on the table. Then, he jumped up on the table too and resumed the postion we were before.

"I swam across, I jumped across for you, oh what a thing to do. 'Cause you were all yellow." Hunter sang. We danced on the table in the middle of the feild, and I didn't care that I was wearing old, torn pjs, or duck slippers, or that my hair was a mess. All that mattered right now was, well... us.

"I drew a line, I drew a line for you. Oh what a thing to do, and it was all yellow."

I put both my hands on his shoulders and he started singing the chorus again.

"Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful." he twirled me again like it was a ruteine.



"And you know, for you I'd bleed myself dry, for you I'd bleed myself dry."

I smirked and linked my hands which were around the back of his neck.

"Its true, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for. Look how they shine for you, look how they shine for you, look how they shine." Hunter wrapped his arms around me and I looked up at him.

"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and all the things that you do." he sung softly. I looked up into his bright, green eyes and pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around me tighter.

Hunter pulled away and asked smiling "What did you think?"

"I loved it." I replied.

"Was it... wierd?"

"Kinda, but only because I never heard you sing a ballad."

He chuckled and said "Come on, I'll take you home."

I didn't want to go home, I wanted the night to last forever. I couldn't sleep if I tried, I was too giddy too sleep.

Hunter jumped off the table. I forgot that we were on the table and stepped foreward. I screamed and was caught, again, by Hunter.

"That's two times in one night." he laughed. Are you tired?"

"I was before, but not anymore." I sighed. "I can't sleep now."

"Don't worry, you'll fall asleep." he said with his eyes glistening like diamonds in the moonlight.

He walked me home in silence and hand-in-hand.

When we got home he hoisted me onto the tree and stood under me if I fell as I crawled through my window.

I looked down at him and blew him a kiss. Hunter smiled at me and blew one back. Then, he proceded home.

I tore off my jacket and jumped into bed. I couldn't sleep, I was as giddy as, well, a school girl. I laughed at the thought and slowly drifted off to sleep.


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lol, fine, but the second part is morbid and sorta sad, i should've posted that one after this one



Hunter is talking



I decided to take a walk down by the park, for old times sake. I guess I wasn't over her yet. Yes, I missed Mel, I just hoped that Alex was taking care of her. I looked up to the stars and thought about what happened.

"It was my fault, or was it? I was framed, wasn't I? It does take awhile to earn her trust. I guess that If I ever accidently took advantage of it she should be mad, shouldn't she?" I shook my head and sighed. I glanced over at the swingset and turned away.

"Weird, in the moonlight it looks like there's a corpse under the swing." I chuckled. "Holy crap! What the frick?" I sprinted there in anxiety. "Mel! Mel!"

It had to be Melanie, who else my age would come here? I got there and looked down at her. She was slightly curled up, like she fell off the swing. I turned her face up. Her face was whiter, but she wasn't cold. Gently, I put my fingers to her neck and checked to see her heart was still beating, there was a faint pulse. She was still breathing, her chest rose up and down. What was wrong?

"Hunter you idiot!" I shouted. I checked her wrist, there was a heavy trickle of blood running from her vein onto the grass.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap." I said as I tore off my jacket and wrapped it around her arm. I held her in my arms and started sprinting to my house.

"Don't be too late. Keiran, I hope you're home." I whispered. I held her closer to me and burst through the door.

"Keiran!" I shouted.

"What is it?" she called sharply from upstairs. Thank God. She's home.

"Get down here and call the ambulance!"

"Why?" she asked when she got downstairs. I gestured to the limp Melanie in my arms.

"What? But, I thought she was done. What happened to Alex? He seemed to be doing a good job."

"That's what I thought, now go!" I ordered. Keiran ran to the phone.

"Hello? 911? We have someone severly bleeding at 6725 Railborrow st. Okay, thank you." she said as she hung up. "They'll be here ASAP." she said walking over to me. How much is she bleeding? I gently unwrapped my jacket from around her arm. There was still a steady trickle of blood.

"Get some bandages, My jacket isn't working so well." I said. Keiran ran to the bathroom and came back with her arms full of bandages. I tore them away and started wrapping the bandages around her bleeding wrist. I held her head to my chest.

"Don't die, don't die." I whispered. Keiran put her hand on my shoulder.

Suddenly, the bell rang and I ran to the door with Mel in my arms. It was a paramedic, I gave him Mel and he and several others strapped her down to a stretcher.

"Do you want to ride with her?" he asked.

"Sure." I said and climbed into the back of the ambulance.

I just sat there for fifteen minutes beside her muttering "Don't die, please, don't die."

A medic stood beside me and said "Don't worry kid, we deal with this stuff all the time." How could I not worry, Her blood was still seeping through the fresh banages they wrapped around her.

We got the hospital and he told me to stay in the waiting room while they wheeled her upstairs. I sat down in one of the chairs and buried my face in my hands.

"I can't believe this is happening." I groaned.

"Hey, you." someone beside me said.

"What?" I said sharply.

"Whats wrong with you?" he asked.

"Nothing." I answered.

"Then why are you here?"

"My girfri-, my ex-girlfriend is dying, thank you very much."

He gave me a look and finally said "What's wrong with her?

"She's bleeding." I said as I stared at my lap.

"Oh," he said. "That's too bad. Did you say your ex-girlfriend?"

"Yes." I replied bitterly.

"What happened?"

"I prefer not to talk about it."

"Ah." he said and looked the other way.

After a couple moments I said "I was framed."

"How so?" he asked.

"Some girl kissed me just as she was rounding the corner."

"Oh, that's terrible, did you explain?"

"I tried but she didn't believe me."

"Oh, how long were you dating for?"

"Eight months." I replied.

For ten minutes I explained my story to a complete stranger, who seemed strangely interested in what I had to say. Later, I finally realized that I haven't asked him what his problem was.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm a reporter, I'm searching for a human intrest story."

My mouth gaped and I finally uttered "What?"

"And I found one."


"I'm showing this to the editor."

"So, this is going to be in the paper?"


"Even the part where I found her and I nearly had a heart attack?"


"Oi." I gasped. "Are you going to wait until I found out if she's okay?"

"Of course, I want the full story."

"Oi." I said again. That's the only word that worked. We were going to be in the paper for the worst reason ever. Not because our band was a hit, not because we did something memorable, not because our school did something for charity, but because Melanie was dying. "This is the worst day ever." I muttered under my breathe. Well night, but this just ruined my day.

"Mr. Jacobson?" I heard a nurse call my name.

"Yes?" I stood up noticing I was a full foot taller than the nurse.

"You can go see her now." she answered.

I followed the nurse to her room. She was lying in bed, with an IV in her wrist connected to a bag of blood.

"How is she doing?"

"Better, she should be waking up soon."

"Great." I smiled. I walked over and kneeled beside her. "Mel, how are you doing?" I said stroking her cheek. Her face was regaining colour. I brushed her hair out of her face and took her good hand.

"I hope you don't die." I muttered.




Melanie is talking now.


Am I dead? This isn't dying i think, death is warm, this is cool, i see light but it isn't white like it should be. It's red, like I haven't opened my eyes yet. I don't think I'm dead. Am I? My eyes fluttered and I woke up to see a lamp right above, this place is clean, Am I in the... hospital?

"Wha'?" I mumbled.

"Mel! You're awake, and alive!" said a familiar voice from beside me. I'm alive? But I don't want to be alive. I turned my head to see. It was... Hunter? I frowned. He was holding my hand, I pulled it away.

"Why am I here?"

"I found you by the swingset, I thought you were dead!"

I frowned. That wasn't care in his eyes, that was guilt. He doesn't care about me.

"Why didn't you leave me?" I asked.

"I couldn't let you die!" he said his brow furrowing. "I lo.."

"I want to die." I said stubbornly. Hunters face fell.

"I couldn't leave you. I care about you."

"No, you don't, you couldn't live with the guilt."

"Mel, I.. I."

I turned away and pursed my lips stubbornly. Why did he bring me here? I went to tear the IV out but when I saw Hunters concerned face I let my hand drop. Why... and how? How does he still have that power over me, it's not fair, I'll just sleep. I squirmed to get comfortable and gently drifted off to sleep.

My dreams were haunted by him, him and me singing in the band, him laughing that stupidly sexy laugh of his, him and me at the swingset while I cried. I don't miss him, I don't trust him. Well, I don't want to trust him... or miss him, I will not, he is a jerk, an ass, he cheated on me... or did he? Was everyone telling the truth? That she kissed him just as I was walking by? I don't know... all I know right now is that my wrist is hurting like hell.

I opened my eyes and looked beside me. I was hit with a pang of guilt, where is he? Why did I send him away? I sat up and started sobbing, I do miss him.

"Honey? How are you?" said a females voice. Was that my mom? She, of all people, wouldn't care.



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Loch Ness Monster Funny Short Story


I am about to write a short story about something incredible from my experiences. Try to keep an open mind when reading it. It’s all true.

I was walking down a street in New York City one day when some bum came up to me. He offered me plane tickets to Scotland. I asked why he didn’t want them, and he told me he had other plans. So I took them, and I went to Scotland.

While there, I visited Loch Ness, the home of the infamous Loch Ness monster. I saw it, and it ate me.

Now I am in the stomach of the Loch Ness monster, writing this with a book I had in my pocket. So if you’re reading this, you’re in the Loch Ness monster’s stomach too. Hello.

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