http://stormette.blogdrive.com/ .|StOrMeTtE|. Tue, 12 Oct 2004 08:15:06 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2004. Writing http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/16.html Tue, 12 Oct 2004 16:14:35 GMT I had this in the works for a while. Since January, but I never finished writing it. I started it, but I couldn't finish it. For some reason though, yesterday I acutally had the heart to write it. I hope yo like it. It actually took more emotion effort then I had hoped. To Be Continued... They passed on a crowded staircase. He was going up, she was going down. Despite the fact that they passed side by side, and the stairway was over crowded, they didn’t brush up against each other. They both avoided each other’s touch. They were both afraid of what might happen if... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=16 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/15.html Mon, 23 Aug 2004 23:22:04 GMT EDIT: There is now two endings on this story. The first one, the bad icky ending(with full explaination), and the second ending, the true good and happy wonderful ending. Enjoy both. : ) Forbidden Hearts. This is a story about a girl. A girl I know, and the one she loves. And the only barrier of love… Being in a play, especially community theatre as a teenager is an easy part of life. It’s almost an expected part of life to someone who wants a future on the stage. But everyone always makes the same mistake. They don’t count on the feelings and relationships that develop in the... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=15 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html Fri, 20 Aug 2004 03:50:50 GMT I wrote this on my sister's birthday, when we went to Port. It's short enough. Hope you enjoy. Secrets. What’s a secret’s worth if it’s written on paper? Just as much as if it was spoken I assume. Even if it’s written in a journal, that no eyes but the writer’s will see. But nothing could stop me from writing secrets. Who could get their hands on my journal? I don’t think I’ve written an entry so early in the morning before. We’re headed to the next town over today. For breakfast, dad said, I think. Can’t remember much, my head is still pretty groggy. But I do know that James... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Wed, 28 Jul 2004 03:22:39 GMT Another little story, this one is quite short. I wrote half of it in Quebec, half of it here, at home, or well, at rehearsals. It's set on an overnight school trip. Enjoy! Just A Close Call "This is by far the best part of the trip!" Tricia yelled to her friend from the side of the pool. "It might be the best, but you better watch out!" Marissa yelled back to her, as Matt came up behind her. She turned, but Matt had already begun to grab her by her ankles, and proceeded to hang her upside down, dangling above the pool. "Matt!" she cried just before he let her go. As she... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html Mon, 19 Jul 2004 17:14:46 GMT When I don’t walk with my hands in my pockets, I feel him, his hand in mine, as I walk, though he is never there nor will be again. I always dread walking to work. It’s always nice in the morning, the sky so light and pretty, barely anyone or any cars in sight. You can almost smell the brewing coffee in the houses you pass; hear the gentle breathing of those still sleeping. Mornings are amazing when you’re walking the path I walk to work. Unless you’re me of course. I have a memory of a similar walk, one taken at night rather then the morning, one that will probably haunt me every time... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=12 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html Tue, 13 Jul 2004 04:13:25 GMT I just finished writing this story, and as I promised Laura, here is is, ready for her to read. Hope everyone enjoys! Summer Deja Vu. It was summer again. Delia couldn’t wait to get to her cousin’s cottage again. She just wished the drive was shorter then an hour. But as time wore down, and familiar landmarks proved they were getting nearer, Delia couldn’t help but remember last year, the summer she was sixteen. ~*~ "Delia! We’re playing man hunt now!" Tom called down to where she was standing on the beach. Delia raced up the stairs to where Tom, Teddy, Jacob and Carla were... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=11 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html Tue, 06 Jul 2004 18:48:31 GMT I wrote this a year an a half ago, March of 2oo3. Many people said I wrote it about Ryan in referance to the Valentine's dance, others said I wrote it about Mark, others said it was inspired not by my own story, but another's. No one acutally guessed who I really wrote this about. Endless Waltz I want to dance to an endless song For when I dance there is no wrong The feeling, joy, happiness and love Spread through the room like a fluttering dove Just me and him together alone The starts above setting the tone But as the song comes to it's final chord I feel it tear... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=10 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Tue, 29 Jun 2004 22:41:41 GMT I wrote this a few days ago. It's just a little poem that I wrote, the night of our school prom. I didn't go of course. I'm not a senior, silly people. Make a wish to last forever, Take a breath and pull the lever, This kind of chance comes only once, Not to take it, you'd be a dunce. I made a wish, made it full, I took a breath but didn't pull, Now the chance isn't there, And though it's hard, I musn't care. Told you it was a little poem. http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Wed, 31 Mar 2004 23:07:23 GMT This is probably the most recent piece of writing I'll ever post here, as I wrote it last night. I meant to post it last night, but my computer was giving me problems and I couldn't. Here now, is Fireworks, somehow inspired by Rob's wonderful picture alteration. Don't ask me where this story came from. Blame the picture on my horrid writing ;-) Fireworks "Fourth of July only comes once a year mom!" Tara yelled to her mother as she pulled her sandals on. "You’re birthday only comes once a year as well!" Her mother called back, coming into the kitchen. Tara finished putting her... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://stormette.blogdrive.com/archive/7.html Wed, 31 Mar 2004 23:02:58 GMT This story is a touchy one with me. It's not very good(in my opinion) and needs a lot of work and editing, but the basic story does get across. I wrote this last June. Hope I remember the day she told us like it was yesterday. There was a group of us standing around, Mattie, Karlee, Abby and I, before school, just talking. It was a bright June day, and there were only a few days left of school, so everyone was happy. That morning, for once we weren’t bitching about our school uniforms, but were happy to have them, since it was going to be a pain to have to go out and buy all new... (more) http://stormette.blogdrive.com/comments?id=7