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PostPosted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 1:13 pm    Post subject: The Believer  Reply with quote

Well, I started. 545 words in about 30mins? Maybe? Wasn't really keeping track, and I think I'm already starting to hate this story. I see the middle, I just am unclear how to make a good story reach that point.

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November 1st
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We’re told that the actions of a single person could change the world, right? That each and every one of us could have the power. Make the world a better place, or bring it to its knees. But how many people truly Believe that they have that power? Or, a better question, how many people Believe that they have any powers whatsoever? Truly have them, not just sitting on the street, rambling on about how you can read people’s minds. I’m talking about actual powers. Fireballs, lightning, teleportation, things that we’ve been conditioned into believing as ‘make believe’. What if they did exist? And all it took was a little Belief? My name’s Kevin, and until just recently, I really didn’t Believe. I had no faith in myself, and it really showed in my life.

I remember one day, in gym, we were finished with class, and showering off and changing, when one of the bigger guys in my class walked past my locker, where I was almost done changing, and shoved me into the lockers.

“Out of the way, pipsqueak.”

I gave a kind of growl in response. I wasn’t that small or anything, but muscle wise, I was pretty tiny. He, Nick, looked at me with a smirk, as if inviting me to try something. Having no Belief in myself, I backed down and stayed out of his way. He laughed as he walked away, most likely to go pester some other person that happened to be smaller than him. As long as he was out of my hair, no problem for me.

I left the locker room, and headed towards the lunch room. Thankfully I had gym before lunch, so I didn’t have to worry about puking up my lunch in class. The cafeteria was already packed full of students by the time I got there, and I quietly found a spot off on my own to set my stuff down. Making my way through the crowds, I managed to get into a line and wait. After what seemed like an eternity of its own, I made my way back towards my secluded table, trying to weave around people to the best of my abilities, which I didn’t Believe were much. Sure enough, I just happened to pick the path that would cross with Nick’s, and the next thing I knew, I’d fallen, and my tray and food went everywhere.

I looked up from the floor to see Nick and some of his other athletic friends, meaning hugely muscular bouncers that I’d stand no chance against in even a fair fight, laughing. Nick stuck his leg back under the table, and knowing that he’d just tripped me angered me beyond what little Belief I had at the time. I watched as his girlfriend, Lauren, looked at me with concern. I still couldn’t figure out for the life of me how such a beautiful girl as her, light brown hair, shoulder length, beautiful blue eyes, how could she end up with such a jerk like Nick? She mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to me, as I picked myself up. Nick sat there, still laughing his head off at me.

I’m still not even sure what it was that set me off like it did.
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 2:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Continuing directly from where I left it.

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November 1st
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But I was set off. I took my tray and swung it around at the back of Nick’s head. There was a loud crack, almost like a whip or gunshot, yes, like both, and the entire cafeteria went dead silent. After a moment, I noticed Nick’s friends cracking their knuckles, getting ready to help kill me. I tried to swallow my fears, I’d already gone this far, wasn’t like I could just turn back. Lauren gasped as Nick stood up and grabbed me by the shirt collar.

“What…the hell…was that for?”

I tried to glare back at him, but the truth was I was beginning to get scared.

“You tripped me.”

Nick threw me down to the ground, and I had to fight against passing out as my head hit the floor. I could hear people beginning to yell ‘fight’ and other things, but the words sounded fuzzy to me. About as fuzzy as the world was beginning to look. I faintly saw Nick’s fist come at my face, before everything went black.

I awoke later in the health center. Starting to sit up, my head pounded viciously and I laid back down. I slowly looked around the room I was in. There wasn’t much, just a couple of motivational posters. After my pounding head slowed down a bit, I sat up, slowly this time.

“About time you woke up.”

I looked over to the door, seeing Lauren standing there, arms crossed. Not looking too happy. But still looking oh so beautiful. She was just one of those girls, that even when they are the angriest, they were still the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on.

“How long was I out?”

“Only about an hour. Missed Chemistry though. I had to do the whole lab by myself, thank you.”

“Sorry, next time I’ll try not to be on the receiving end of your psycho boyfriend’s fist.”

She couldn’t help but laugh a little at my comment. Stepping over towards the bed, she looked down at me, those beautiful blue eyes seeming to search my soul.

“Stop letting him provoke you so much.”

With a sigh I just looked at her, “Why do you stay with him?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because he’s a jerk. And you’re a nice person. It just seems weird.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Do you? Really?”

Lauren never answered that. I let it drop as I slowly got up.

“Careful, Kevin.”

I just nodded and slowly made my way to the nurse’s desk. Signing out, I looked at the clock. Three. School was over. I sighed.

“Hope the cafeteria isn’t locked up yet. Would kind of like to get my stuff out of there.”

“Oh, I grabbed your stuff already.”

I looked back at Lauren, “You did? Thanks.”

Following her, I got my stuff and we went our separate ways home. As I was walking, I thought about Lauren, trying to figure out what it was that would keep such a sweet woman as her with a jerk like Nick. It just didn’t make any sense. Oh well, it really wasn’t any of my business. She was just a friend, not like I had to protect her from everything or something.

Getting home, I went straight upstairs and logged onto my computer. I wanted to check on a few things before starting my homework. Several were role playing forums. I couldn’t really help it with those, it was hard to describe how it felt to become a character that wasn’t me. Someone with decent strength, with the ability to do things I couldn’t. Things that weren’t real. There were times I wished I could do some of the things my characters could. Maybe then I could save Lauren from Nick.

The door opened and my father stepped in. I didn’t hear him in time and wasn’t able to close the pages before he could see them. He hated when I got into role playing, and I knew I’d get a small lecture here shortly about it.

“Why do you always waste your time with that crap?”

I looked at him and waited patiently for him to continue. It was generally easier this way.

“None of that stuff is real, you should stop wasting your time. Maybe you should spend your time wisely and finish cleaning this room, like I asked you to months ago.”

“Yes, dad…”

He left, leaving the door open. With a scowl, I got up and closed the door. Sitting back down at my computer, I made a few posts before logging off for a little bit.
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 11:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

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November 2nd
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I pulled out several of my school books and set down to finish up some homework.

Later that night, I was back on the forums. Well, not so much on the forums as I was talking to my friends online. Just telling them about my day and all. As the hours passed, more and more of my friends signed off for the night. Feeling kind of tired myself, I went to bed.

The next day at school, I was feeling kind of tired. That, and scared of what punishment I might be facing, what with yesterdays fight. I was hoping and wishing that nothing would happen. When I made it through my first class without any apparent problems, I began to believe that I was in the clear. Little did I know at the time how much I Believed it.

I dreaded going to gym. I was still really certain that Nick would try something. No way he was done giving me hell from yesterday. Sure enough, as I sat down in front of my gym locker, Nick walked over.

“Think we’re through, pipsqueak?”

I turned to face him, and was pushed back into my locker. I stood, back against the cool metal, watching Nick. Believing, that I could find a way out of this. Nick swung his fist at my face, but I managed to duck under it. There was a loud bang as his fist hit the locker, denting it slightly. Thankfully, it also hurt him. He cried out and pulled his hand back in to him. My self-confidence was bolstered by my dodge and I watched Nick, waiting for his next move. All the while still delusional and Believing that I wouldn’t get into trouble.

Nick charged at me, and for the brief moment before he crashed into me, I thought about what one of my forum’s characters would do. He’d probably engulf his arm in flames and swing. I silently laughed, thinking how cool that’d be, to do something like that. As Nick tackled me, I swung both arms, and yelped as I saw my right arm covered in flames. Nick cried out as he suffered some minor burns and released his hold on me, allowing me to crawl away and get up. By this time my arm was no longer on fire, but the strangest thing was there were no burns. My shirt suffered no fire damage.

I tended to stay away from everyone for the rest of the day. Which was no real problem, I always ate on my own during lunch. The only problem was in Chemistry, when I had to see Lauren.

“What did you do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Kevin, I know he can be a jerk to you, but you didn’t need to burn him,” She glared at me.

“Lauren, I swear to you, I don’t know what happened. If I told you what I thought it was, you wouldn’t believe me.”

She put her hands on her hips, just continuing her glare. I shook my head and looked at my feet, not even sure what it was to explain. Did my thoughts on my character allow me to do that? What was it that had happened in there?
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PostPosted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 6:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

“Lauren, I don’t know what to tell you. I just can’t explain.”

“Fine,” she sat down and became quiet.

I sighed and turned back to our work. Wishing that time would move faster. I didn’t like Lauren being angry with me, but I seriously didn’t have any explanation as to what had happened. Thankfully, the class ended quickly. I looked at my watch though, thinking that only a few minutes had passed. I mean, Lauren and I barely got any work done. In fact, none of the groups seemed to have gotten much work done. I gathered my stuff and left, no longer wanting to deal with Lauren at the moment.

I got home and turned the computer on. Sitting down, and starting up my instant messaging program, I thought. I still couldn’t figure out what it was that had happened. I believe I dozed off, because I opened my eyes later and looked at the computer monitor, seeing that several friends had sent me several messages. I started to answer them, not telling anyone the truth of what happened. What would they say if I told them that due to my own thoughts, I was able to set my own arm on fire without hurting myself? They’d think I was mad, crazy, insane. Probably find a way to get me committed.  I said my goodnights to my friends, and shut down the computer. I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, allowing sleep to take me.

That night, I kept seeing the fight replayed over and over in my dreams. Only, I was watching it from outside of my body. And at times, it was played in slow motion. I could literally see the tiny flickers of flame that seemed to start my fiery arm. It amused me really, the more and more I saw it happen. Until finally, it dawned on me. I Believed. Was that truly all it was? Belief?  It amused me, finding out that something as simple as Believing it made my power work.

The dream suddenly changed. I was standing in the middle of a city that was in ruins. Fires raged all over the place, from wrecked cars to destroyed buildings. I stood, shocked, looking at the ruins around me. I recognized this place. This was MY city. I walked past the remains of the downtown library, as winds picked up and blew loose pages from destroyed books all around me. From further away, past several ruined buildings, I could hear the sounds of fighting. I broke into a run, but the dream changed once more.

I stood in a clearing. Looking around me, all I could see were trees, except for to my left, where there was a cliff, and I could overlook an unknown mountain range.

“What’s going on?” I voiced aloud, not actually expecting a reply.

Turning back to the clearing, I closed my eyes, Believing that a campfire set in the middle. Opening my eyes, I saw now that there was a campfire, in the middle of the clearing. I walked over and sat down in front of it, thinking. Was that last portion a vision? Or was it just a dream? Biting my lip, I came to a decision. I had to Believe it to be a vision. Something I had to stop. Which means I needed to know the limits to my gift. Limits to my Belief. Standing up, I set to work, testing my limits.

What felt almost like days later, I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking over the mountain range around me. I looked different, mostly because of my Belief, but also due to physically training I’d put myself through, as I began Believing that I could know things I’d never known before. I stood there, on the cliff’s edge, watching as the sun rose in the sky, signaling the dawn of the day, and then everything began fading away.

Sitting up, I’d found myself back in my bed. I checked my watch, seeing that it was only the next day, even though I felt like I’d trained for several days.


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