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He got that ambitioin baby, look in his eyes...

So creative writing is like my favorite class in the world. And amidst our short story unit, we wrote a lovely thing called a personal narrative. Quite entertaining. I had a lot of fun, but it was a bit difficult to write because of the emotions attached to it. BUT anywayz, I'm posting it here, and I would absolutely love to have some feedback on it - whether it be good or bad. I hold this piece very close to my heart, and nothing would make me happier than receiving some solid concrit or even a bit of praise . . . or even just an overall opinion of the subject matter. Whatev.

Title: Bruised

Author: Ashley Robinson

Rating: MA [mentions of drug abuse]

Word count:  1,897

Summary: ‘We were friends; some of the best you might find, and all it took was one summer to knit us together, ever so tightly. It takes more than a broken promise to sacrifice love.

A/N – I swear to god I’m sane. This story might make you think otherwise, though.

 

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So, things with Jon have gotten so much better. For the first time since very young childhood, I've been generally feeling happy, and like things are improving. And as 'bah humbug' as I am about Christmas, I've reached the reasonable conclusion that the holiday spirit has gotten to me.

This weekend, Jon and I had a little adventure in the woods. We were searching for a tree for my front yard - he brought a saw, and we drove out towards Jewel Basin into pure wilderness. It was twilight by the time we got there, so we didn't have a lot of time, but we found a fairly good looking tree within the first half hour and eventually came back to that one after the sun began to set.

It probably took us a good forty-five minutes to cut the damn thing down; it was so cold that he couldn't hold onto the saw. Meanwhile I nearly poked both my eyes out whilst trying to push the tree over. Yeah, I'm a bit primitive. Don't laugh. =P

So we finally floored the damn thing, and drug it at least a mile to his truck. My hands were frozen so he had to open the door for me. And then he did the sweetest thing ever. Jon pulled a thermas from under his seat and a couple mugs. He proceeded to make us each a glass of hot chocolate, and I nearly cried because it was so fucking sweet. I can't handle sappiness. I started to laugh so I wouldn't cry. It was the strangest kind of happiness I've ever felt. It was so intense, I was so happy that I was sad.

It was intense. I can't even handle it. Every time I think about it, I get butterflies in my stomach. Aw wow. He's so romantic. He always does cute little things like that that make me want to cry. Le sigh. Sorry about my sappy entry. Hope you didn't barf too much. ^_^

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I'll wait for the ambulence to come, pick us up off the floor...

Just when I think things are getting better...

I will never learn to assume that things will always get better, or my favorite, 'it can't get worse'. Because in my life, luck will never bless me. Jon and I were doing great until today at lunch. I don't even know how to describe what happened. He just sorted of snapped...like, I've never known him to do before. I don't remember what it was that I said (I was in too much of a daze afterwords to even have a clue) but whatever it was made him unhappy and he totally lashed out at me, verbally. It doesn't sound so bad, but I felt really strange because he's never said anything even close to harsh to me at all, and it royally shocked me. Shocked me enough that I had another sob-fest in the hallway after lunch. I think my peers are going to start thinking I'm flaky and babyish if I keep crying all the time, but hey. I'm past the point of caring. -.-

I don't really know what to do, once again. He's under a lot of stress right now, so I'm perhaps a little bit more understanding than I should be. Certainly I'm not saying that he should get away for taking things out on me, but I know he's having trouble right now so I'm going to be passive and let it slide. Yet, I'm unsure of what I should do now. He hasn't called me yet tonight, and I'm not sure if he should just have his space, or if I should call him. I hate these stupid issues about giving people space or not. I'm too stupid to realize the right time to do what.

Hey! Give me space so I can breathe, give me space so I can sleep. Give me just one inch I swear that's all I need...

Anywhat, that's my incoherent ramble for the day. My meme is gay. I'm bad at memes.

 This particular specimen was stolen from decadentdreams  <3333

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OMG. Does it ever end? I certainly wasn't expecting so much emotional baggage when Jon and I got together. I've always known that his home life isn't the greatest. In fact, it's horrible. His father, whom obviously has a countless number of screws loose, is never home. Thus, Jon's brother and all his addict friend use the house as a shelter where they can smoke safely without getting caught. What's worse is Jon's mom lives in their backyard, in a camper. She's an alcoholic, but her poison of choice has now changed to pot, which she smokes constantly to aleviate the pain from an excessive amount of alcohol consumption.

Jon's father used to beat on him, and he's fucked him up pretty bad a couple times. This I didn't know until a couple weeks ago when Jon and I were having a really deep conversation. Once again, I felt like bursting into tears. Another peculiar thing about Jon's father: he knows that Brian smokes, and drinks, and he doesn't do a god damn thing about it. He simply informs Brian, "I know you smoke, and it disappoints me. I'd prefer that you didn't do that." Like fuck that'll stop the bastard from doing it. It's not going to.

Jon told me the other day that he hates going home every day, and he hates all his brother's friends and that they are always trying to make him smoke again. Unfortunately, the other day, Jon caved to peer pressure and showed up at youth group higher than a kite. I hadn't gone that night, and I was informed via several of my close friends who heard him ask Paul for eyedrops. I went home from school the day I found out, simply because I couldn't stop crying and I couldn't sit and class and bawl my eyes out. I thought I was mad at Jon, but I really wasn't; I was heart-broken that after so long, it was so easy for him to cave into it again, just because some stupid girl that he used to hang out with kept asking him if he was 'scared to do it'. I nearly passed out in three of my classes the next day, I couldn't stand how sad I felt. I cried again at lunch that day, and he finally approached me to apologize for breaking his promise. I couldn't stop crying while he talked to me, and I could barely walk into my 5th period class without falling over.

We had a really long talk after school on Friday and then another on the phone that night. I cried so hard, and I felt bad, because he was spilling his heart to me, and I couldn't handle it. It made me so sad that he can't escape everything that he hates so much. I told him that he's always welcome at my house, and I wanted to bury myself alive because that's all I could physically offer him. My heart feels like it's going to collapse any second.

I took him home last night right after we went to see Saw II, which is really good by the way, because he said he was feeling sick, and when we were about five minutes from his house, he told me to pull over and he threw up on the side of the road. All I can say is that I can't even begin to fathom the amount of stress he is facing right now, and I feel more helpless than I've ever felt before in my life. I'm so lost right now. If you can't tell, I'm asking for advice. Anything at all I can do. I feel like I'm in a bottomless pit and I can't get out. Please help me. I'm throwing myself on the mercy of all of my LJ friends. Please.

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With friends like these, who the fuck needs enemies?

1) If you're gonna talk shit about me, don't tell it to someone who's just gonna turn around and tell me everything you said. Shit-talking involves intelligence, fucker.

2) Don't fucking act like I'm the one causing the problems. It's not MY fucking time of the month, bitch.

3) If you got something to say to me, say to my face k thanks.

4) Don't try and comfort me by adding to the list of all the things I've done wrong in the past week, dumbshit. That WON'T help.

5) MOTHER, don't blame all the world's problems on me plz. That's what we have George Bush for, got it? I am not capable of causing an apocolypse.

6) I don't care if your joking, when I'm having a bad day (AND IT'S ALWAYS OBVIOUS WHEN I AM) you can be kind enough not to pick me apart as far as my wardrobe, personality, hair style, etc. Thank you.

On a much lighter note, my poetry muse has returned after a two and a half year hiatus. Not that my poetry is any good, but I still like to play with it. Here is a rough draft of something I wrote yesterday. I have yet to revise, but if anyone would like, I would love for some opinions on it. Currently, it's untitled. Oh, and btw, I'm not a psychopath. =)

 

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Here's a meme for anyone who gives a flip. I forgot where it came from so I'm sorry if I stole it from you and I didn't give the proper cred. *passes out*

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Oh my fecking god.

I have so much to say about my little adventure to my first concert yesterday. It was Hoobastank, for those of you who didn't know that, and it was a fucking blast. I took some pictures, but they aren't that great. But boy, oh boy, do I have a story for you kids.

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Title: Silhouettes

Genre: Horror

Rating: R                  

Fandom: Linkin Park

Characters: Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Linkin Park

Summary: After the passing of Mike’s wife, he moved in with Chester for a month. A month vague of emotions. Upon moving back to his own house, he discovers that there are some buried secrets, and struggles to come to terms with the terrors that have been unleashed there.

 

Chapter 1

 

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A/N -- Feedback is absolutely splendid.

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Title: Silhouettes

Genre: Horror

Rating: R                  

Fandom: Linkin Park

Characters: Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Linkin Park

Summary: After the passing of Mike’s wife, he moved in with Chester for a month. A month vague of emotions. Upon moving back to his own house, he discovers that there are some buried secrets, and struggles to come to terms with the terrors that have been unleashed there.

 

a/n -- I'm not posting this at LPF until I get feedback. Constructive crit is deeply appreciated if you have it. I've worked hard on this, so hopefully it will work out alright. Oh, and someone has already told me not to make it too angsty. Is that what we really want, folks? Or will I just have to stop posting it on Fiction Fortress? Lol.

 

 

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www.livejournal.com/community/lpfic_listing/

A Linkin Park Fiction Fanlisting.

I'd really appreciate it if a couple people at least, from my friends list would perhaps join. That would make Ashley very happy in her heart. Teh rules are very simple - at least, I thought they were -  and I'd love to have a co-mod since I'm also co-moderating graffitidec_fic, so if your interested, get in touch. ^_^

Please and thank you.

Also, for those SoCo fans out there, I was over at Jack's Mannequin today, and I discovered a hidden link. First, go to the three girls (the venice beach mafia) then look in between the first two. It's an orangish building right there, and you click it. It will take you to a room with a TV set. Click it, it's "Jack's TV"!  You get a clip of Mr. Andrew in the hospital, but don't worry, he's all chipper as usual. He's doing fine. Although, seeing the whole thing kind of made me a bit upset. So, if this really tugs at your heart strings, I wouldn't click it.

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