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PostSubject: the.BLOSSOMING   Sun Jun 15, 2008 7:56 am






She wobbled towards the television set, running her smooth, delicate fingers along the rough, wooden surface. Her small digits slid over the dark screen and across the small buttons near the bottom. She closed her eyes and a smile graced her lips. Her body began to rock from side to side, as if she were dancing a slow waltz with the television set, and she unconsciously began to hum a familiar tune. Both hands were on either side of the television and she bit her lip and threw her head back.

Her tongue traced the contours of her mouth and a sigh parted from her lips.

The girl opened her eyes and blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

She stopped rocking and removed her fingers from the television.

Another smile and she skipped towards the couch.

Her hands grabbed the remote, she plopped down in the cushion, and pressed the power button.

There was a noise then the television came to life.

"...in other news, a young girl was found dead this evening in Nash County Park. The victim goes by the name of Sable Tyson and investigators have concluded that her cause of death was murder. Investigators say that Sable was dragged into Nash County Park, beaten, and then shot to death. The prime suspect is believed to be Anthony Tyson, the young girl’s father. The weapon used at the scene of the crime was a Beretta Tomcat 32. Tyson’s fingerprints have been found on the weapon and he has been sentenced to life imprisonment. All of those who knew Sable are giving their condolences to the family. She was only 19 when she died."Elysia frowned.

Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head and the remote slipped from her grasp, following down.

Down.

Down to the carpeted floor and next to her socked foot.

Her hand immediately clasped her forehead and she sunk lower into the couch.

Her breathing rate increased.

Her heartbeat increased.

Her temple pulsated.

Perspiration gathered.

Her eyes shut closed.

She couldn’t control her self.

She tried and always failed.

"Cold. Cold. So very cold..." her body jerked, writhed, twisted.

Her mouth moved and words sprang forth.

"So very cold," she moaned in agony and tears slid down her cheeks.

"Where am I? Please, where are you taking me?" She cried out loud and her eyes fluttered. Her hands gripped the cushion and balled the material in her fist.

Indent marks etched their way into the leather and punctured the surface.
"Please! Where are you taking me?!"

She screamed this time.

Louder.

She wanted to know. She needed to know.

"W-Who are you?" Elysia’s voice lowered.

"Y-You ..." She gasped for breath, gasped for air.

She couldn’t breathe.

She saw him. The black mask covering his face covered all except his eyes.

Those eyes.

She knew them.

Pain shot through her face as she felt the powerful blow. Her eyes squinted as she saw his hand meet her face. She felt the flesh inside of her mouth rip apart. She felt the material on his hands pound against her cheek. She saw his gloves and felt his fury.

She felt it.

Again.

Again.

Again.

More hot tears and an aching jaw that felt the pressure of fists to the face.

Elysia groaned in pain. Her body jerked once more before the final blow came.

"No! Please! Please don’t do it! Please..." Elysia cried as soon as the pain subsided.

Her body returned back to normal, but she could still see it.

"Please!" She stared the man in the eye once more.

"Please!" She cried again, louder, before his finger curled and pulled the trigger.

There was a quiet gasp and her body sprang upwards on the couch. Elysia opened her eyes once the image dissipated and screamed.

She screamed and screamed, towards the top of her lungs.

Her older brother ran from his room with his headphones around his neck and on top of his shoulders. He ran to her aid, clearing her fallen strands away from her sticky forehead and got down on one knee.

He gripped both of her shoulders and stared at her for a while.

She stared back and neither of them said a word.

Levon finally pulled her within his warm embrace and rubbed her back while she cried onto his shoulder.

Once she calmed down, she finally opened her mouth to speak.

"It..." she paused, gasping for breath and clenching him tightly, "Levon, it wasn’t her father. He didn’t do it."He listened with open ears. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he knew she was just having another one of those moments.

He was all so familiar with them.

"He didn’t do it," she whispered.

"It was..." She stopped, remembering the person’s eyes beneath the mask.

She breathed again before revealing the terrible truth.

"He...there was a mask. His eyes...they were just like hers, except darker. Too young!" She cried and shook uncontrollably.

"His hands," she paused, "they were covered up. No fingerprints. His hands. Covered. Gloves. There were gloves. He killed her. He shot her. She cried and cried. No fingerprints. Not his. Not his fingerprints. Gloves. He shot her."

"Elysia, calm down."
Her brother released himself from their embrace and looked her squarely in the eyes.

"Now tell me, what happened?"

Her eyes held no life. It was as if she didn’t have a soul. She blankly looked at him and minutes felt like hours before she finally responded.

"It was her brother."
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PostSubject: Original Entry to Represent Challenge   Sun Jun 15, 2008 7:57 am

[img]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a267/MarkellsRideR-dieChick/007-4.png?t=1213498990[/img]




The objective: To write the first chapter to an original story idea & come up with a title.

Rules: Each writer came up with their own story idea, and wrote one chpter to see whose skills were the best.

Judgement: when the stories are posted, readers must read and review, and comment on each story, the idea they like the most is the one that wins the challenge.

Originality: 100% straight from the top of the dome.

Copyright: Each story idea is and original of both Brit, And Ra.Ra's own.
That means no stealing of what so ever of the story idea or the finished written product.

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PostSubject: Re: the.BLOSSOMING   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:05 am

From: ShaSinkaShaySent: 6/14/2008 11:11 PM

Question! Is this only for the two of you? and are there any prizes?




From: ₪Chris_Brown_Wifey₪2Sent: 6/14/2008 11:17 PM

yes it's just for us. the loser has to make the winner a congrats banner.



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Aww shucks!








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PostSubject: RaRa's WRITING CHALLENGE entry   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:07 am

From: ₪Chris_Brown_Wifey₪2Sent: 6/14/2008 11:59 PM

[center][size=7]A Teen Mother's Struggle


Chapter 001.

I laid there in my bed, as my newborn child continued to cry leaving me the notion of getting lack of sleep " C'mon Triston, please go to sleep for mommie please " he ignored my constant plea and continued to well out his lungs " c'mon please i have to get up early baby please go to sleep " he continued to cry on and on and on so i finally decided to get up and fix him a bottle, i scooped him up and held him tightly in my arms as i proceeded down the stairs. I went into the refridgerator and grabbed one of the bottles i had prepared before i got in the bed and sat it in the microwave to warm up " shh, shh, im fxin it just dont cry " i said bouncing him gentley " beep beep " the sound of the microwave going off woke me out of my sleepy daze, it was now 4am in the morning and i had to be up in 3 hours to get ready for school " here you go triston " i placed the nipple of the bottle in his mouth and he began to suck on it. I headed back up the stairs to my room and continued to feed him. Sooner or later i burped him and laid him down because he was now sleep. I looked over to my clock to see it was now 4:30ami sighed " i'll try going to sleep " i said to my self slowly drifting off. Soon as i drifted off fully my alarm clock was going off " oh god why " i said cutting of the alarm. I laid back down and drifted off to sleep " get your ass up " my mother yelled in my ear " momma please just 30 more minutes " she sucked her teeth " if you wouldna been so damn fast and laid on your damn back and get pregnant you wouldnt be in this damn perdicument now get your ass up " i rolled my syes and got up " dont roll your eyes at me "

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower water to wake me up completely. I washed for 10 minutes then got out and brushed my teeth and washed my face, i went back into my room and lotioned up and put on my bra and panties and headed for my closet. I grabbed my apple bottoms jeans and t-shirt and my all white air force ones and put them on. I walked in the bathroom and brushed my hair up into a high ponytail. Soon as i was done i went and grabbed a polo outfit for triston to wear, since i was in the teen mother program i could take him with me. i washed him off and put on his clothes and socks and began to feed him, i had 20 minutes before i left to walk down the street. I Grabbed my superman backpack and my wrap around couch purse and brabbed triston and head down stairs " you gon eat child " my mother said walking in the kitchen " no ma'am i have to get going " she eyeballed me and handed me a pop tart " eat that, hear, now go " i grabbed some bottles for tris and put them in my backpack, and grabbed some extra things for him and put them in there also. I grabbed my red Atlanta hat and walked out the door dragging the stoller behind me i opened it with one hand and placed tris in the seat and strapped him in as he slept. I covered him to sheild him from any bugs and placed my cell in the cup holder on it just in case it vibrated.

Soon as i got up to the school i saw the no good for nothing father of my child Maurice, talking to some hood rat " there go your baby momma " i heard on of his home boys say " man i don told you that aint my damn baby, shit the baby dont even look like me " i rolled my eyes as i walked past, he must of caught me doing so because he ran up behind me " well well well, so this the lil nigga here huh " i looked at him " dont speak of my child like that ok " i rolled my eye and headed towards my locker " you know i mean i would help if he was mine " i looked at him as if he was stupid " i don told you time after time Maurice Neverson this is your got damn baby " i said now shouting, getting everyone's attention " who the fuck you think you yelling at bitch " i rolled my eyes, grabbed the things out my locker, and proceeded to class " im fucking talking to you hoe " i continued to walk, i just couldn't believe after 4 years when i get pregnant with his kid, he wanna back down say it's not his, and say i fucked some other nigga, he trippin fahreal he know i been with him and only fucked him those whole 4 years, i loved him and he knew that, and he knew i wouldn't cheat, but for him to call me a hoe because i got pregnant dont mean shit. I walked in the classroom as the other girls eyed me.

" The fuck yall looking at, yea i gotta baby so what, and if you wondering whose baby it is it's Maurice's his bitch ass dont wanna claim my damn son, so if you got shit to say now gon head and say what the fuck you feel " that clearly put them on hush mode and we bagn to do our work, within 2 hours it was time for our break so that way we could feed our babies and to grab a snack until lunch " yo mama's wus up " i turned around to see my best friend carla " carla my dear i missed you girl " i said hugging her " girl i seen you 2 days ago lol " i laughed too " i know i missed you " she peeked in the stroller at tris " oo he look just like maurice ........ he still not claiming his son " i shook my head yes " can you believe he had the nerve to call me a hoe " she frowned " where that nigga at so i can beat the shit out of him " i pulled her back " there's no need in fighting my baby's father, ok, shit im making it out just find, i dont get much sleep though and my momma always lecturing me, but im making it " we stopped at the snack and soda machines "glad to hear that " she said watching tris as i got something " yea ..... it's just me and my little man, aint that right momma's boy " i said placing my finger in his tiny hand " i cant believe that nigga say that aint his kidd, the boy look exactly like him " i laughed " who you telling " i said scooping him up to feed him " oooo can i feed him " i laughed " girl go head just be careful with my baby, shoot i may get tired of him crying all times of night, but he still my baby and my responsibility, i would die if something ever happened to him " we both laughed and i handed her a bottle out the stroller i placed in there before i left the classroom " he's so tiny, and cute, with those pretty eyes, he got a mixture of both of yall eye colors " i smiled " yea "

I opened the bag of chips i had gotten and began to eat them when maurice came down the hall. I rolled my eyes as he began to approach " well look who it is, the hoe of all hoes lol " i rolled my eyes and put my chips down and wiped my hands with a baby wipe and took tris from carla, because i knew that had pissed her off " listen here with yo ol light bright ass, that there is your kidd he looks just fucking like you, i can believe you gon step down from your responsibility when you told her you would always be there for her, and look at your bitch ass, walking round here like you aint help her make that damn baby calling her a hoe and shit, that's the fucking mother of your got damn son, your son bitch now get gone " she walked back to where i was and sat down " whatever he aint mine " i gave tris back to carla and got up in his face " nigga that's your damn son, and i will be taking you to get a fucking paternity damn test so you would know he's yours, cus im fed up with your bullshit " he sucked his teeth " man whatever i'll go just to prove to you he aint mine iight, now let me get back to my girl, and leave your hoeing ass alone " he walked off and i walked back to carla and tris with tear filled eyes " girl dont even fucking shed a tear over his sorry ass, all i know his karma will pounce back on his ass you watch, it's gon hit his light bright ass ten times worst " i smiled at her " thank you " i mouthed and continued to eat my snack. Lord how could i have been so damn blind.


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PostSubject: My WRITING CHALLENGE entry   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:10 am






She wobbled towards the television set, running her smooth, delicate fingers along the rough, wooden surface. Her small digits slid over the dark screen and across the small buttons near the bottom. She closed her eyes and a smile graced her lips. Her body began to rock from side to side, as if she were dancing a slow waltz with the television set, and she unconsciously began to hum a familiar tune. Both hands were on either side of the television and she bit her lip and threw her head back.
Her tongue traced the contours of her mouth and a sigh parted from her lips.
The girl opened her eyes and blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
She stopped rocking and removed her fingers from the television.
Another smile and she skipped towards the couch.
Her hands grabbed the remote, she plopped down in the cushion, and pressed the power button.
There was a noise then the television came to life.
"...in other news, a young girl was found dead this evening in Nash County Park. The victim goes by the name of Sable Tyson and investigators have concluded that her cause of death was murder. Investigators say that Sable was dragged into Nash County Park, beaten, and then shot to death. The prime suspect is believed to be Anthony Tyson, the young girl’s father. The weapon used at the scene of the crime was a Beretta Tomcat 32. Tyson’s fingerprints have been found on the weapon and he has been sentenced to life imprisonment. All of those who knew Sable are giving their condolences to the family. She was only 19 when she died."
Elysia frowned.
Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head and the remote slipped from her grasp, following down.
Down.
Down to the carpeted floor and next to her socked foot.
Her hand immediately clasped her forehead and she sunk lower into the couch.
Her breathing rate increased.
Her heartbeat increased.
Her temple pulsated.
Perspiration gathered.
Her eyes shut closed.
She couldn’t control her self.
She tried and always failed.
"Cold. Cold. So very cold..." her body jerked, writhed, twisted.
Her mouth moved and words sprang forth.
"So very cold," she moaned in agony and tears slid down her cheeks.
"Where am I? Please, where are you taking me?" She cried out loud and her eyes fluttered. Her hands gripped the cushion and balled the material in her fist.
Indent marks etched their way into the leather and punctured the surface.
"Please! Where are you taking me?!"
She screamed this time.
Louder.
She wanted to know. She needed to know.
"W-Who are you?" Elysia’s voice lowered.
"Y-You ..." She gasped for breath, gasped for air.
She couldn’t breathe.
She saw him. The black mask covering his face covered all except his eyes.
Those eyes.
She knew them.
Pain shot through her face as she felt the powerful blow. Her eyes squinted as she saw his hand meet her face. She felt the flesh inside of her mouth rip apart. She felt the material on his hands pound against her cheek. She saw his gloves and felt his fury.
She felt it.
Again.
Again.
Again.
More hot tears and an aching jaw that felt the pressure of fists to the face.
Elysia groaned in pain. Her body jerked once more before the final blow came.
"No! Please! Please don’t do it! Please..." Elysia cried as soon as the pain subsided.
Her body returned back to normal, but she could still see it.
"Please!" She stared the man in the eye once more.
"Please!" She cried again, louder, before his finger curled and pulled the trigger.
There was a quiet gasp and her body sprang upwards on the couch. Elysia opened her eyes once the image dissipated and screamed.
She screamed and screamed, towards the top of her lungs.
Her older brother ran from his room with his headphones around his neck and on top of his shoulders. He ran to her aid, clearing her fallen strands away from her sticky forehead and got down on one knee.
He gripped both of her shoulders and stared at her for a while.
She stared back and neither of them said a word.
Levon finally pulled her within his warm embrace and rubbed her back while she cried onto his shoulder.
Once she calmed down, she finally opened her mouth to speak.
"It..." she paused, gasping for breath and clenching him tightly, "Levon, it wasn’t her father. He didn’t do it."
He listened with open ears. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he knew she was just having another one of those moments.
He was all so familiar with them.
"He didn’t do it," she whispered.
"It was..." She stopped, remembering the person’s eyes beneath the mask.
She breathed again before revealing the terrible truth.
"He...there was a mask. His eyes...they were just like hers, except darker. Too young!" She cried and shook uncontrollably.
"His hands," she paused, "they were covered up. No fingerprints. His hands. Covered. Gloves. There were gloves. He killed her. He shot her. She cried and cried. No fingerprints. Not his. Not his fingerprints. Gloves. He shot her."
"Elysia, calm down."
Her brother released himself from their embrace and looked her squarely in the eyes.
"Now tell me, what happened?"
Her eyes held no life. It was as if she didn’t have a soul. She blankly looked at him and minutes felt like hours before she finally responded.
"It was her brother."


Brit [Brit]

PROPER SPACING IS IN MY ORIGINAL ENTRY.
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PostSubject: Re: the.BLOSSOMING   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:11 am

From: ShaSinkaShaySent: 6/15/2008 12:32 AM





Okay I want to be a real judge so here it goes.

RaRa


It seems to me in your writing challenge you babbled entirely too much. I love a great description, but to me some of your descriptions were unnecessary. The title reads "A teen mother's struggle" but to me you did not show a struggle. That story was a typical thing most baby mamas go through anyway. Your mother hollering at you, and your baby father not claiming the baby, you know the same old ish. Nothing different. I was really expecting to read about a struggle and how she over triumphs it but instead it was the same thing. There was no orginality, it was like you didn't even try to think outside the box. There could have been so many other obstacles you could have wrote about. However, you did pull off a classic, so I must give you your props. On a 1-10 scale I rate your challenge a 6.

Brit


Your a wonderful writer and before I actually read your challenge, I thought highly of it. However, I think yours also fell short of what I was expecting. The diction and syntax were awesome. Your descriptions were awesome. But as a whole the challenge could not hold my attention. When I was done reading, I was like okay? Is that it? You kno? Overall I rate it a 7.




From: ShaSinkaShaySent: 6/15/2008 12:37 AM

Oh yea Brit beautiful banner. But I didn't understand its connection with the story.



From: S0υtherηGuттaPrincezz▪™Sent: 6/15/2008 12:38 AM

Ra-Ra : I Liked This Story A Lot Because I Could Easily Flow With The Chapter Word After Word. It's Not A Typical "Got Knocked Up && The Baby Daddy Wont Take Care Of It" You Can Tell That The Background Of The Story Is Serious && Interestin.

Brit [Brit] : I Love This Chapter. At First The Background Was Hard For Me To Flow With The Story But As I Kept Readin It Kept Getting Interestin To Me. I Aint Neva Read A Story Like That Before. It Makes You Wanna Be Anxious To Knoe Whatz Gonna Happen Later. It Also Seems Like A Story That Will Last A Long Time.

Ummm Question ?? Did I Do Dat Righ Or Was I Only Supposed To Review One Story?? Lol. && Yu Guyz Will Keep Updatin Righ ?? Kinda Like Makin Two Different Storiez In Da Same Board ?? Cuz I Like Both Storiez =] Lol.


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PostSubject: Re: the.BLOSSOMING   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:15 am

From: alias_JAYLEN--neneSent: 6/15/2008 1:05 AM

reading ...



From: S0υtherηGuттaPrincezz▪™Sent: 6/15/2008 1:12 AM

Hmmm Hard Decision I'd Give Ra-Ra A 7 && Brit Brit A 0...Naw Im Playin 9.

Upz



From: alias_JAYLEN--neneSent: 6/15/2008 1:58 AM

SNOOP!

since I'm supposed to comment and review based on the idea,

I'm gonna leave other comments out and stick to the script. I'm also

commenting on the title, idea and originality. this is for my own personal

distinguishing so, I can decide better. but yeah.


message six. ra.

'A Teen Mother's Struggle'


oh, hell, nah, mama a beast. but I feel extremely sorry for 'ol girl.

( smh ) wow, but her mom really didn't have to say that. sounds

like she harboring some frustrations about her daughter having a child.

well, I mean ... any parent would, but her thoughts run deep.


SUPERMAN, YULE!
SUPERMAN, YULE!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

YULE!


... now, you know you too damn grown to be walkin'

around with superman backpacks. ( smh ) I can't talk because

everybody got either dora, diego, ninja turtles or batman over

on these parts. ( smh ) crazyy.


okay, here comes my criticism.

alright, I don't really see too much originality. a father denying a baby.

I mean, maurice is a little bitch for acting the way he acted. lmao. had

to say that because he dirty. but yeah, it doesn't really stand out to me like

'DAMN!' get me? other than that, if you turned this into an actual story.

I'd probably read it.


[ 1 - 10 ]

IDEA: 5

TITLE: 4

ORIGINALITY: 5



message 8. brit.

'The Blossoming'


first off, I like the banner.


okay, what the fuck? lmao. this right here already pulls me in. got me

wondering, what the fuck is wrong with this girl? I like stories like this. the type

that have you sittin' there looking at the computer for ten years.


now, I enjoyed that. I was kind of anxious to know what the hell she

was screaming about but something that turned me off was the fact that it

reminded me too much of 'The Eye' with Jessica Alba. = / that's just my

opinion. so, that's a deduction for me.


you title was pretty interesting, too. it's one of those things you have to

read and read until you figure out WHY the author CHOSE that title.

you know ? that was nicee.


[ 1 - 10 ]

IDEA: 8.5

TITLE: 10

ORIGINALITY: 8, only because it reminded me of a movie.




my choice:

brit [ brit ]


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PostSubject: Re: the.BLOSSOMING   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:16 am

From: --PURPLExKiSSES--Sent: 6/15/2008 2:13 AM

ATTENTiON PEOPLE; ANGELYNA iS HERE

hmph britsquared && rubsters in a S H O W D O W N

mmkay I must say I expected this to be a knockout...

but there wasn`t one

so I`m gonna be hard on both of you guys

because I expected somethin` yet I went
unfullfilled

hmph...

[[thinks,and scratches imaginary mustache]]

well...Its kinda hard to compare because you two wrote about TWO different things like
as in a story I would most likely read
RUBY`S

but a more of a novel would be BRiT`S

you get it?

I agree with Sheena on ruby's story about how it doesn`t really
show a struggle like I expected it too,I mean I feel like ruby could have
done more,I KNOW you could have but chose not to

and BRIT
interesting...is a word that comes to mind
I mean...it seems like youre workin on a book
and you just gave us a synopsis of one of the chapters
FROM WHAT I READ i think that this
girl,your main character has the ability to uhm...
see what really happens in crimes and who did it...etc
you get what I mean?
she has some special power
...correct?

however i still expected more from both of you
its still very vague who is just OFF the CHAINS in writing
because I think RUBY`S topic was more
RELATEABLE
but BRiT`S was more
uhm...professional....more thought and ....more uhm somethin`
a word I can`t think of....
I can see ruby's story on the board
a story I would constantly Up and review
and rush her to write because its THAT good and im into it
but I can see brit`s story in a book
a book I cant stop reading,It would be a page turner

okay now for a winner...

I can`t say because the writings were both good but
for DIFFERENT reasons
and they were like good on TWO different levels...

so I think for a TIE breaker...
a SUBJECT or TOPIC should be assigned and
you two both write on it,and the better writer would be shown


but hey...thats just me
now let me go read what everyone else says..



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PostSubject: Ra.Ra & Brit [Brit]'s Writing Challenge [ link ]   Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:17 am

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