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    always.

     kopierat från X3M

    I never really understood your words, even though they were the most beautiful words I had ever heard. For me it wasn’t words, it was something more, more beautiful. More important. A promise after another. More words. I believed every whispear every sound that your mouth gave me.

    And again a new thing started. Damn.

    But I think it’s beautiful.

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    feedback on my writing

     kopierat från X3M

    (I don’t really know why I am putting this here. I just have lost my mind and don’t really have anything else to say.)
    (I love that person and she is a sweetheart. ♥)

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    thank you *nod* X3

    I’m going to read it in a moment, just going to write a forum post. x3;;

    Emzi – Chibi || Piknik den 1.7 Be there or you’re just plain stupido (or smart whatever)! sanoo:
    you’re so welcome.

    Take your time. I’m not going anywhere
    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    “they’re” is short for “they are”. You used “they’re” two times at places where the word you’re lookin for is, “their”.

    “Toshiyas” should be, “Toshiya’s”, because “Toshiyas” indicates on many Toshiyas, while “Toshiya’s” means something that is Toshiya’s, like “toshiya’s smile”, “toshiya’s cup of coffee”, etc., if you understand what I mean. In turn, Toshiyas’, with the mark -after- the ‘s’, means

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    something that many Toshiyas do or have.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    but then again, my grammar sucks, so don’t take me too seriously. X3;; And I apologize if I said something in a way that’s confusing, as that could be misinterpreted, which wouldn’t be so nice. ^_^”

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    Anyhow…

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    I thought it was quite good, actually. Moving too fast? I’d not say that, no. It depends on what has been going on -before- the story starts, however. I think the reason someone’d say that is probably because they don’t think about earlier chances to interaction between the members. All you’ve done is to start the story immediately at the point where it gets interesting, and there’s nothing wrong

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    with that. ^_^

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    The storyline, I can’t comment on so much at the moment, but it seems like a good story that doesn’t require the reader to be an expert at remembering the things happening before, which is good relaxation.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    There’s no point in the story where I was bothered by anything, as far as I remember, except at one time when I thought the sentences were… “chunky”, in lack of better way to put it, but that is probably just me, because I usually am very sensitive about things like that when I read.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    Overall, there’s nothing particulary wrong with your English. In fact, I’d say it’s quite good considering how little you have written in English so far. I think that with a little bit more time and with more opportunities to use the English language, you could become very good.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    Your active vocabulary is good, and since I know you probably have a higher passive vocabulary, I hope you can learn to use that part of your knowledge about the English language, too.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    About Shinya, Toshiya and etc., I can’t say much. I don’t know so much about their personalities, since I only listen to Diru’s music but do not take interest in the members as much as I’d like to. But I think you gave them all a very believeable personality, so I’m not complaining, just cheering.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    I enjoyed reading it. Hope to read more of it, too.

    . † Suck KitKat † . sock sock . 286 ! . Destructive Reconstructive . sanoo:
    Okay, done now.

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    på mitt bord

    kopierat från X3M

    Jag skrev igår i mitt rum. PÅ MITT BORD! Man kunde t.o.m se att det var ett bord och inte bara en hög massa annat. Jag kunde sitta och skriva på mitt skrivbord. 🙂

    Blev engelskt. och börjar se ut att bli Jrock fanfic vilket bara är väldigt weird. hmm.

    Shinya So cute.

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    Morgonskriv

     kopierat från X3M

    Jag suckade och drog täcket över huvudet men ändrade mig snabbt när jag hörde ett litet gråt från spjällsängen bredvid min säng. Under en sekund var jag uppe på benen och lyfte upp den lilla pojken ur sängen. En snabb glans till sängen berättade för mig att han fortfarande sov och inte blivit väckt av gråtet.

    Jag undrar lite hur detta kommer sluta.

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    Duktig

     kopierat från X3M

    Har varit duktig nu redan på morgonen. Tänk er det! Jag började kolla igenom en av mina fanficar (Jules) och kolla alla fel och bättra den lite. Får antagligen gå igenom den ett par gånger fören jag är helt nöjd, men vi får se.

    Skall få min biljett idag. Bara jag träffar Nera. 🙂

    Jrock ÄGER!! 😀

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    English story.

     kopierat från emmelemzi.blogg.se
     
    Jag lovade sätta ut denna så varsågoda. Antagligen så läser ingen eftersom den är lång. Jag har inte haft någon att läsa den för korrektur så vissa fel kan finnas. Men ändå.

    Kiss me, Kill me, Love me.

    Small rain drops hit the window and make a small that I listened closely to. I didn’t know why I just sat there in front of the window and looked out at the empty street. There was nothing to look at, no people, nothing.

    Maybe it was the emptiness that drawed my attention. Could that be the reason I sat there?

    It started to get dark. People started to put their lights on.

    I liked the dark. There was calmness in the dark that you could not find anywhere else. And it’s a place to hide in. Hide your own feelings.

    Crazy, maybe, but that’s just how I felt. I needed the darkness. I would be lost without it. But I needed the light too. There wouldn’t exist darkness without light.

    Lonelyness, why does that exist? Who needs it anyway? It’s the longing for someone. The waiting…

    I sighed. I couldn’t understand the world. I just wanted to forget everything. Stop thinking. Stop feeling…

    My phone started ringing. I sighed again and looked at it. Slowly I made my way to it.

    Hana.

    Why was she calling me? Why wasn’t she home yet?

    I let it ring even though something inside of me wanted me to answer it. I didn’t want to hear her excuses for not being here.

    I sat down on the bed and started looking at the door hopeing that she would come running through it, trying to find words. She didn’t.

    I heard footsteps from the other side of the door. A part of me started hopeing again that it would be her.

    “Lil!”

    I stared down at the floor when Alex opened the door.

    Disappointed.

    He just looked at me for a while. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. I looked up and noticed that he had a phone in his hand.

    “It’s Hana. She wants to talk to you.”

    He put the phone on the bed beside me and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the phone. I stared at the phone for some seconds. Guess I had to take it.

    I took the phone but didn’t make any sound. Hana was on the other end, that I knew. I could hear her breathing. That small sound made me calm. The knowledge of her there made me calm down and forget my disappointment on her not being here.

    “Lil?”

    I bit my lip so that I wouldn’t answer her. The sound of her voice woke up the longing feeling inside of me. The longing for her. I wont answer. No.

    I made a small sound to let her know that I was there.

    “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

    She went right to the point. No, small talk. No, I’m sorry I’m not there. No, I miss you.

    “I didn’t hear it.”

    Hana knew I was lying. I never did leave my phone anywhere. I always had it with me.

    She didn’t comment on my lie. I could just hear her breathing again. I sighed. Soon she was going to say it. Say that she was going to stay at a friends house or at her parents.

    Typical.

    “Lilith. I just wanted you to know…” Now she was going to say it. I was right. I knew it.

    “…that I’m on my way.”

    What?! This was not right! This was not in the script! I couldn’t find any words. I was in chock. I couldn’t believe what I just had heard. Was I dreaming? Had I fallen asleep during the time I sat in front of the window?

    I couldn’t find any words. I was in chock. I couldn’t believe what I just had heard. Was I dreaming? Had I fallen asleep during the time I sat in front of the window?

    “ I’ll be there soon. Bye.”

    A small sound told me that she was not there anymore.

    She was coming home.

    Now I started hearing the voices from the other room. The living room.

    The party. My party. Should I go and be the Birthday girl?

    Slowly I stood up and made my way towards the door with the phone in my hand. I opened the door and could see all of my friends standing in the room, talking and laughing. Having fun.

    “Is she coming?” Alex asked when he noticed me.

    I just nodded. My words were lost and I couldn’t find them.

    She was coming. She had always missed my birthday, but now she was coming.

    I sat down on the sofa and someone gave me a drink. Probably some alcohol. Defiantly alcohol. I drank it and asked someone to give me more. Alex looked at me with concern. He knew what could happen if I got to much alcohol. He has seen it .

    I didn’t care about him. I needed a drink.

    The doorbell rang after a while and of course everyone was waiting for me to go and open. I wanted to scream that I wasn’t five years old, but I didn’t. The doorbell sounded again and I stood up.

    I made my way to the front door and opened it.

    Hana.

    She stood there in front of me smiling brightly. I had to look like a fish.

    “Happy birthday.” She hugged me quickly and I took a step back to let her in.

    I had almost forgot that she was coming. My feelings were having war with each other and I couldn’t make any sense out of them.

    For a while I just stood there looking at her. She was so beautiful. An angel on earth.

    “Lil? Are you okay?”

    I could see the concern in her eyes.

    I nodded and smiled to tell her yes. Maybe I was lying a bit but I just didn’t want to see her so concerned. I wanted her to be happy and smile.

    She made her way to the living room where everyone were waiting to know who had come. I didn’t follow her, not right then anyway. I just stood there and starred after her. I was happy. I should have been that. Why did something feel so wrong? Everything was perfect.

    I shook my head and followed Hana to the living room where she was standing and talking to Alex. I felt a weird feeling ran through my body and mind. Jealous. Shame on me.

    There was no reason for me to be jealous. I knew that. But still…

    Hana was looking at me and I met her gaze. She made her way through the room towards me. I got the want to run away. Hide. But it was like I were glued to the floor. I couldn’t move. The feeling of something being wrong came back. I couldn’t breath.

    “Lil. We need to talk.”

    She took my hand and lead me to the room where I had been sitting. Hana closed the door behind us. I was biting my lip. Let us say that it’s a bad habit I can’t get rid of.

    “I have something important to tell you, but first…”

    She put a hand on my shoulder and kissed me on the lips. A sweet taste filled my mouth . I kissed her back. This was real. I put my arms around her and pulled her against myself.

    Kiss me.

    She pulled away.

    Wrong.

    “Sit down.” She sounded serious.

    I sat down on the bed and looked at her. She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at everything else. Something was wrong.

    “I’ve been offered a job…”

    Now she looked at me.

    “That’s great.” I thought that was what she wanted me to say.

    She nodded. “It’s a really great job..” She started biting on her lip. She swallowed.

    “It’s in Paris.”

    I starred at her. She couldn’t be serious. I couldn’t breath again. There was something blocking the way.

    “No.” I looked down at the floor. “No.”

    I wanted to hear her say that she was not going to take the job, but inside I knew that she was not going to say it. She wouldn’t have told me if that was the case.

    Wrong.

    I couldn’t stay there so I stood up, took my phone and the car keys.

    Hana screamed after me but I didn’t stop. I ran out and in to the car. The car started and I backed it out of the driveway.

    I didn’t know where I was going just that I couldn’t stay there.

    Tears ran down my cheeks and I did nothing to stop them.

    Hana was going to move to Paris. No.

    She was calling me but I didn’t answer. There was nothing she could say that would make it different or better.

    Alex. Hana. Alex. Hana and someone else from the party.

    I didn’t answer.

    Kill me.

    Where was I?

    Was I dead? No I wasn’t, I could feel pain and hear someone talking far away. I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t have the strength for that.

    Weak.

    I could feel someone take my hand. A soft hand.

    “Lil. If you can hear me. I’m sorry.”

    Hana. I could hear that she was crying. I wanted to cry.

    “Please Lil. Wake up.”

    No. I want todie.

    Slowly I opened my eyes. Hana was now looking at the floor. She was tired. I could see that.

    “Hana.”

    She jumped.

    “Lil. Thank God!” She hugged me and almost killed me at the same time. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

    I smiled tiredly. “No, it’s mine.”

    Hana looked at me.

    “I should have stopped you. You didn’t let me finish. I want you with me. I can’t live without you. I almost lost you and for the second I thought I had, I couldn’t breath.”

    I starred at her. She wanted me with her to Paris.

    “I love you, Hana.”

    “I love you, Lil.”

    Love me.

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    I tåget.

     kopierat från X3M

    Hon stod där och såg på människorna som satt eller stod i tåget. En kille satt och pratade väldigt högt i sin mobil. Han skrek nästan. Hon vände blicken till en man som tog av sig skon. Herregud, tänkte hon, man skall ju inte ta av sig skon i tåget. Som tur började det inte lukta hemskt illa.
    På en annan plats satt två utländska killar och pratade på något språk hon inte alls förstod. Den ena lånade den andra mobil en stund och ringde med den.
    Flickan lutade mot väggen hon stod vid. Musiken från hennes cdspelare lugnade hennes nerver. Rädd och asocial var hon. Rädd för människor.
    Killen som pratat i telefon steg upp och ringde ibland till någon. Han stod framför henne vid dörren. På en hållplats steg en annan kille in som var en kompis till honom tydligen eftersom de hade ett eget sätt att hälsa på varandra.
    Hon stod där och såg på dem. Killen som skrikit i telefonen tog av sig huvan och såg väldigt mycket äldre ut än vad flickan trott först, konstigt hur mycket en huva kan gömma.
    Tåget stannade mitt i tunneln och flickan såg sig omkring och fick en film fiilis. Nu händer någonting, tågets bakdel sprängs eller någonting liknande, men inget hände. Efter en stund började tåget sakta åka igen.

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    Vi e så ståndiga.

     kopierat från X3M

    Jag vill be om förlåtelse för mitt förra inlägg. Jag bara skrev det som kändes och jag vet inte alls om det var smart. Kanske överdrev jag också en del. Vem vet.

    Det var vackert igår när jag gick ut på morgonen. Snön dala ner från himlen och allt var så ur en film eller liknande. Fick en skrivlust. Hade lite lust att bli poetisk och få ner den vackra känslan, men kom sedan på att jag antagligen kommer suga på det, så jag lät bli. Men vackert var det.

    Jaa-a att sånt igår.
    Idag har det ju inte hänt någonting speciellt. Det har ju inte hunnit hända någonting.

    Ha det så bra.

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    Jag eller inte?

     kopierat från X3M

    I jag form eller inte?
    Det är frågan.

    Nja, började skriva på en ny idé. Började i jag form, men vet inte riktigt om det är min sak riktigt. Men jag vet inte. Skulle ju vilja prova på det oxå, men…men….men….

    Äh.

    Skrev ändå bara en halv sida för hand.

    (Ment, snart kommer jag inte kunna sova på natten. Har du läst?)

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    Dåliga.

     kopierat från X3M

    Hjälp. Jag läste igenom 2 av 3 av mina fanficar och märkte att “herregud de här är skitdåligt skrivna.”
    Blev smårädd och skämdes över mig själv. Bestämde mig att sen när jag har tid skall jag gå nogrannt igenom dem och bättra på dem.

    *skall nu fortsätta med den tredje*