Joey's Poetry and short stories. (JoeyFox/Egan)

[Egan]

If anyone wants to be in the short story I'm writing, go ahead and ask, so far I have four people. (The first name is the furry part of story's name... The second is the human part)
1. Twister/Sebastian
2. Lita_Sableoak
3. Bloodfang Kitsky
4. Rappy/Matt
I won't kill you off unless you ask, or are okay with it. And if you want to go be your real name, tell me! Thanks
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(I like ANY comments on my writing/poetry. Good or bad, where it need improvement or not. Any opnions is more than thanked, and I'm glad you took the time to read it.)I'll start off with my Favorite poem I've made.
Its called "Fear of Heights"
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Here I am. Standing inches away from the dead end in my life. Fourteen years of lying to my friends at school about who I was, just to be the "Popular kid".  My sancutary was at home, where I could be myself, but even then that was taken from me. When I tried to lean on my "Friends" at school, they let me drop like a ton of bricks.  I was rejeceted like the plauge. And as I stand here, a dead end inches away but half a mile high, I feel fine. My regrets are few but  my sadness is aplenty. Maybe i'm insane... Maybe these are my final lucid thoughts... Everything is slowing down... As I fly by window, it looks as if I was passing with the speed of a elevator. And I am smiling now, and I feel at ease. It's nearing thle end. As the final seconds of this shit story called "life" is ticking away, I remembered something.
"You know, I always was afraid of heights."
And then I hit the dead end in my life.

So, my poetry is definitly dark mostly. I have one happy ending. A post will follow


Post Merge: August 17, 2011, 10:33:21 PM
Actually I'm gonna post my love poems to my Boyfreind, Sebastian. You know him as Twister

My little sebby, your such a great boyfriend
You might be subby, but I'll love you to the end.

You love me, I love you.
I don't know what I'd do without you.

When we talk it's pure bliss,
And I can't even describe a kiss.

Baby, you make my world stop.
And I'd catch you from any drop.

I love you, I really do.
To bad I can't be there to embrace with you..

When I sleep, I imagine you there.
Maybe even stroking my hair.

Everyday, I hope to wake up and see you there.

Everyday, I miss you more and more,
Even if you think you're a (Naughty word that rhymes with "More" ).

This summer baby, we'll meet, I'll be holding you until your in heat.

Baby, I love you, I really do.

But it makes my heart turn to ash,
When I wake up without you.

But one day, we'll be together.

I'll wake up, and you'll be there.
Maybe even stroking my hair.

I love you Sebastian... I really do

[Egan]

Here's some writing I decided to do as I type.
"Well, well. What's this? Another phone?" Mr. O'Kain took the phone out of my hands.
"Uh.... I kinda need that." I said, reaching towards his hand, gripping the phone, reading the messages between me and my boyfriend.
"Oh, to make sure you and you boyfriend go tot he same place?" He said, smirking at walking away.
I grinned, knowing I can get my phone back now.
"Well, Mr. O'kain, you just invaded my privacy by reading message not intented to be seen by your eyes, and  stating them to everyone in class. I could very easily get you fired fro sharing that with the class." I smirked, turning my head and looking at him as he turned.
"Well, besides the thing where your NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. Besdies that, your idea is sound." He look back, returning the same smile back that I gave him.
He was right too. I didn't really think that through....
"Oh... Right...."
I said, look back at my paper.
Gettysburg. I had this memorized. I decided to take a lil nap while he lectured.




( MORE WILL FOLLOW)


Post Merge: August 23, 2011, 05:46:26 AM

I wake from my short nap from a slam on my desk.
"Oi! Wake up, time for lunch. Don't want to be left without one, do ya?"
I look up slowly, groggy from the sleep. It was jacob.
"I'm gonna pass on lunch today... Its all greasy junk anyways. Why would I want to eat it?"
I said, getting up from my chair. I look jacob over, he was slim, wearing baggy jeans and a baggy shirt. I never understood why he wouldn't show off his body. He was thin, not buff, but his muscles showed because he had no fat.
"Still on that diet? You know its a load of rubbish, right? Either way, come on. Chris said he needed to talk to you."
He walked out, staying close enough to me so we could talk.
"Wait for a sec, I need to check my hair."
I ran to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. My hair was a bit messy, so I pulled my comb out, brushed it so it swept to the side, then put on my grey beanie so that I can still see my bangs.
I was wearing my super skinny jeans, and my slim tee. I don't know why, but I felt a bit different that day.




(Again, more will come. I'm thinking of making a full story. Not super long, but still longer then most of mine.)


Post Merge: August 23, 2011, 06:19:08 AM
(Full story! )
"Hurry up! Chris is impatient...."
 Jacob was half Jogging and half running, his bangs hitting his face.
I ran after him, many people were wizzing by.
"What could be THIS important?"
We ran halfway around campus, Jacob was panting form the running. I wasn't, I always had a high endurance.
"Ah. Your here. Good."
 Chris said, turning around to look at me, almost ignoring jacob.
"What's so important that you need to talk to me now?"
I said, leaning on my left said, hand on my hip.
"That I cannot tell. Only show."
Chris said, gesturing for me to follow him. He had long blonde hair, going down to his chest. It was straight, and it shined brightly in the sun. He was wearing his skinny jeans, that were black. And his "Slayer" Hoodie.
I followed him, wondering where I could POSSIBLY be going.


(IF YOU WANNA BE IN IT TELL ME AND YOU SHALL )

[Egan]

(Here's a bit of the break in the first story)


Egan woke up, feeling a bit groggy from yesterday's time partying.
"No more 3am partys when you have to wake up at 7..."
Egan groaned, and rolled out of bed, and looked in the mirror.
He looked at his eyes, they were bloodshot from not enough sleep. He threw on his bracelets, and walked out the door.
It was bright the morning, more than usual. He didn't pay attention to it, though.
"EGAN!!!! WAIT!" 
Egan looked over, Lita was coming out of her house, throwing on a jacket as she did so.
"Yes, Lita?" Egan asked, looking puzzled.
"Bloodfang said you forgot this at his house yesterday..." Lita said, handing a phone to Egan.
The phone... I had completely forgot about it.
"Oh... Thanks." Egan said. opening the phone and looking at the missed calls.
As he looked over the calls, he saw a number he didn't recognize.
"1-920-554-2456.... I wonder who that could be...." Egan wondered to himself. He decided to call the number.
It ring once, then someone with a deep voice answered.
"Hello? Who is this?" The voice asked.
"It's Egan.... You called me, yesterday. Who is this?" Egan back, to the voice.
"Its joey... I don't remember calling you."
"Put the phone down, joey." Egan heard someone talking to the "Joey" on his side of the line.
The phone hung up, and Egan closed the phone.
"That was odd..." Egan thought to himself.

[Egan]

(Break from my story about Egan, this is about a party I had yesterday were onevof my friends brokedown...)

The alcohol... it was in his breath, you could smell the vodka.
His eyes watered up... black bangs covering his forehead and dangling above his eyes...
a single tear came down his cheek. He looked down, and cover his face with his hands.
He grabbed the vodka behind him, his eyes were full of doubt, sorry, dismay and chaos.
another tear.
He looked at me.
 I stared into his eyes. I could see every emotion he was feeling. And I felt for him.
He spoke three words to me.
"Than... Thank you..."
I look up. I feel tears streaming down my cheeks. He stands up, vodka in hand.
He puts the bottle to his mouth then stops...
"No... no no no this isn't going solve anything..."
he threw the bottle out the opened window.
I looked into his eyes again.
I saw only one emotion then...pride. he was proud of saying no to the drink that claimed his father, and had him addicted for 5 years.
He was proud to feel emotions. Proud that he didn't drink them away.
Proud to know he has s problem.

[Egan]

(Break in story)
Betrayal.
it's such a horrid thing.
why? Why do people betray?
Lust? Greed? Or a simple emotion that can be ignored, but they give in anyways?
Its happens to everyone.
but not like this.
this isn't a normal betrayal.
this is the worst. A stab in the back.
a way to cheat on friendship....
or worse, a relationship.
The one you love, you couldn't wait for.
you just didn't wait.....