Hey People n.n,

Just as the title of this says "Stories". I would like others to post too, so it's not always me that posts. I hope people will tell me what they think of these stories and I'll do the same. Oh and my stories are purely ficton...just made up n.n... So here goes...This is my Monolog (sp) for Drama last year.




The year is 1888 and this is the second time he has called today.

Why does he call?

Doesn’t he understand that you only get an hour? Two at the most?

It’s not like he paid me anyway. And it’s not like I wanted it to be this way either, but after Mama died we didn’t

have any money and it’s not like I can send Bessie to the factories can I? What kind of sister does that?

Gee, Mama would banish me if she knew what I was doing.

Oh, why can’t he have Bessie?

Sure, she’s only sixteen but she could rack in a lot of money with her mid-length auburn hair, bright sea-green
eye, creamy porcelain skin, blush stained cheeks from playing in the autumn wind and rose red lips.

What do I have to show for a twenty years old? Long black hair, light grey eyes, a clear but pale complexion and
rose red lips.

Wait…what the hell? Why do I only get the rose red lips and she gets everything else?

I hear a soft thud from upstairs.

But I’m not worried as Bessie is upstairs in our room reading her books.

I continue on with my task of making Bessie a cape for this winter, sighing and humming.

There is a cough and knock on the door.

I call “Come in…its open”

I can smell his scent before he even comes to stand next to me; his mouth-watering scent of the springtime rains mixed with the summer heat.

I stand to greet him and give him a warm smile, but all I got back is a cold glare.

His perfect face is twisted in rage; his deep ocean blue eyes are glinting madly.

Why though? What have I done? I don’t understand!

I start to back away towards the stairs.

He laughs and slowly advances on me and that’s when I see them.

The thin cord in one hand, a butcher’s knife in the other which glitters in the oil-lamp light.

He laughs again and doesn’t stop coming for me.

I turn on my heel and flee upstairs and into mine and Bessie’s room, slamming the door.

I look wildly around the room for a weapon…something that I can use against him.

No such luck.

Then my eyes fall on Bessie’s bed and see that she is sprawled across the bed, her beautiful hair all over the

place, her bright sea-green eyes now glazed over and an off colour, her perfect, creamy skin blue, just like the
dress she was wearing.

I gasp as I look more closely as I see that it’s not blue anymore as a crimson stain had been seeping from her throat.

The room swarms before me as I try not to be sick and run over to our washbasin and pour water from the China jug that Mama had given us two Christmas’s ago.

I splash my face with the cool water and reach for a towel.

That’s when I feel the thin cord around my neck and I gasp for air.

Oh my…my Lord! He’s got me! I don’t want to die! Mama! Help!

I try to struggle, I try to cry out, but the only thing that comes out is gasping noises.

He kicks the back on my knees so I fall onto them.

I can’t breath; he has the cord tightly around my neck.

It’s like wearing the tightest corset to ever be made!

Tears drip down my face as I feel the hard, cruel steel of the knife slide across my throat, just like a hot knife
cutting butter.

I put my hands to my throat and I feel the warmth of my blood trickling down onto my white dress.

I try to say something, try to laugh or giggle even, but all that comes out is a gurgle.

I hit the floor and hear him laugh like thunder and crackle like lighting.

Then I realize something.

I know who he is.

I should have from the start.

It’s in the newspapers.

It’s entirely my fault.

Mama and Bessie…I’m sorry. I've let you both down.

During the day people call him Jack the Shoe Shiner.

But in the dead of night, just like this windy autumn night, he is the one and only, Jack the Ripper!

I watch him walk out and then, a blackness sounds me and I never see him again.

Written byJenny. © 2007

This post has been edited by Jenny: Apr 6 2008, 08:34 AM

Wonderful monologue Jenny. All the stories/assignments that I have to write I don't get any say in them. I haven't yet been assigned a writing assignment, but here is my dramatic monologue from 'A Streetcar Named Desire'. The scene is where Stella enters the bathroom sobbing after Blanche tells her all about Belle Reve being lost.

[Stella sprints to washroom. As she closes the door, a group of men’s voices are heard.

Stella sits down on pulled down seat of the toilet and sobs quietly into her palms.]

Stella:

Oh Blanche! Oh my heart-broken Blanche! I feel for your sadness my sister, really I do!

But, how? How can you say such a thing? How can you say that it is my fault that Belle

Reve was lost? Why must you come at a time like this to tell me such news? Why then

must you accuse me of such a thing? Why Blanche, why? I love Stanley. I wanted to be

with him. I had to leave. Why is this so difficult for you to understand? Why must you

defend yourself so when I left to make a life of my own? I couldn't stay forever, Blanche,

I just couldn't. Being with Stanley is my desire, my life's purpose. Without him I am

nothing. Leaving was painful for myself too, but I don't regret it. Not one bit. Oh

Blanche!

[Stella stays silent, her sobs gone. Only small whimpers escape her mouth now and then.

Stella grabs a tissue and covers her nose, her breaths becoming slow and natural. She

places her hands on her legs and breathes.]

Stella:

Blanche - is your real intention of coming all this way to visit me because you have

nowhere else to go? How you reacted…I should have known. It's my fault…I made my

home here with Stanley seem much more gorgeous and lively in those letters. You must

be embarrassed by my living arrangements by how you seemed. I admit, compared to

Belle Reve, this place is less than attractive. Where do you go off asking if I have a maid?

My silly sister - What ways you must be accustomed to. But Belle Reve - Is it truly

lost?

An ordeal like this is not what I expected to hear from you. Maybe cheering stories of

parties and men, but not this. Our home…our family. Oh Blanche, I fear to hear again

about the many deaths you've seen. For everyone to disappear, to die suddenly, what

ways it must have haunted you…Am I really all you have left? My dear sister…I hope

you can return to a normal life. But what is it about you that makes me fear something

terrible? Blanche - these sudden events have left you in a way you are not familiar with. I

must see to it that I can help you all that I can. My sister. I may not understand your pain

but I am here for you. To see you in this way. I guess I should wait for a better time tell

you that you're going to be an aunt pretty soon. I'll remind Stanley not to tell Blanche

either…

Now I feel foolish. I've gone and left you out there and just when Stanley and his friends

are soon to return. How rude of me, especially since you just said that you wanted to

meet them and here I am in here while I should be giving you and them a proper

introduction. Blanche might not know which one of them is Stanley, not without his

uniform on at least. Oh Blanche! I do wish you will see Stanley as I see him! He is a

caring and loving person. Having good company and new friends might be just what you

need.

[Stanley's voice is heard calling for her. Stella’s head springs up and she lets out a soft

gasp. She lifts her self up and peers into the bathroom mirror where she checks her face

and hair.]

Stella:

Yes, Stanley.

Oh! It's just about supper-time… I know! I've got it! An evening out - tomorrow! Just

Blanche and I! We can get dinner and then maybe see a show! But where? Oh! I'm sure I

can think of a place. A special place just for Blanche!

[With a smile, Stella exits the bathroom.]

As you can see, I have a rough time trying to 'be' a character. The play was short and so I couldn't represent Stella the way I wanted to. My monolgue was really horrible and I got a bad mark for it

This post has been edited by Meeja Isara: Apr 6 2008, 02:58 PM

Here is another one of my stories. Last year in english we read a story called "The Last Spin" and its by Evan Hunter. My teacher gave my class some titles and we were to write a chapter on what happened after or before Danny died. Anyways The Last Spin is about two teenage boys who are in different gangs and one gang shoots at the other gangs candy shop...So these two boys are made to play Russian Roulette... and in the end Danny dies...You can look up the full story....

Chapter Two

Moments after Danny’s Death

Tigo got up and was shaking from head to toe as he wiped his face. He slowly approached Danny’s body. He turned away and vomited all over the table. Tigo kicked the gun away and it skidded under the chair, then he opened the door. There were two beefy men waiting for him. One was from his gang and the other he had not seen before.

“Is it done?” one asked. Tigo just ignored him and carried on walking. Then halfway down the hallway he vomited again and leant against the wall for a moment and closed his eyes. But when he did he could see Danny putting the gun to his temple and his brains being blown all over the table and floor. Tigo let out a gasp and jerked himself upright and off the wall. Then he started to run. He was going to keep on running and never look back; he was going to start a new life, one that didn’t involve being in a gang.

“Hey you! STOP!!!” bellowed one of the men. Tigo looked behind him and saw the two men chasing him. He just kept running.

“I’m warning you! I’ll shoot if you don’t stop!” the second man had taken out his gun and was trying to aim but couldn’t. Tigo rounded the corner and he heard the first man trying to call for “back-up”. He was so busy looking behind him, that he bumped into the Big Boss.

The Big Boss was five foot ten and round. He had a balding, black hair with bits of grey, and on his left hand he wore gold rings. On his right he wore sliver. He was dressed in black, and not the colours of his gang. This showed that he was the most important person in the gang and no-one dared to talk back to him. When he said jump, you asked how high? Today he was wearing a black leather jacket, shirt, well pressed pants and black leather shoes. With his cold, soulless, black eyes, he looked Tigo up and down; they were as black as a night without the stars.

“Vell, vell, vell” he said, his voice thick in a Russian accent.

“Vat do ve ‘ave ‘ere?” Tigo stared at him coldly. The Big Boss just laughed. His laughter was like a wheezing hyena, but it was so cold and heartless that it made Tigo shiver.

“You are Tigo Swanson, are you not?” asked a women on The Big Boss’s left. She was pretty and had dark brown hair; it was tied up into a tight bun. She had pretty violet coloured eyes, and a pale complexion. Her lips were painted blood red and her suit was a grey straight, calf-length skirt, plane white blouse, with a black tie and a grey suit jacket that matched her skirt. She had black heels as well and her glasses suited her. Her name was Bambi and she had been The Big Boss’s secretary for nearly two years now. The Big Boss smiled at her and she blushed.

“You’re the new kid in our club right? Well, congratulations! You are now a proud member of this gang!” Bambi said excitedly. Tigo just blinked at her.

“Vell? Vat do you tink?” asked The Big Boss. Tigo was numb; all he could do was breath.
Oh how I hate you, you’re all fools. You’ll pay for this, you’ll pay! Tigo thought to himself.

“Vell, it seems that you don’t ‘ave a tongue,” The Big Boss laughed again.

“Iz Danny-boy dead? Did his brains go SPLAT! All over the walls?” The Big Boss asked happily. Tigo was disgusted.

“How do you know about Danny? You said you didn’t know anyone from his side. Why did you make us go into that basement room? IT WAS JUST A STUPID CANDY BAR!” Tigo yelled at The Big Boss. He started to say something but Tigo cut across him and yelled yet again.

“Well it doesn’t matter how you knew Danny. You can take your gang membership and stick it! I don’t want any part to do with you! I’m finished, leaving, goodbye, have a awful life!” Tigo turned away, but before he did, he could swear he saw The Big Boss flinch.

“Vat are you talking about? You can not leave. You are a member for life! If you leave now then I will hunt you down and kill the person most dear to you. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise!” The Big Boss said angrily.

Tigo turned back around. “GOODBYE!” Tigo yelled, and started to run down the street.

“TIGO! YOU CAN’T LEAVE!!!” Bambi yelled after him.

“Just leave him. Ve vill get him.” The Big Boss yelled something in Russian to one of the guys and they went to get his car. Then he drove off in the opposite direction.



Tigo finally stopped running and looked at his watch, it was five thirteen. That was the time Juana and the baby got home and then they went to the park at five twenty. His baby daughter was just six months old and she was beautiful. She had playful brown eyes, light tanned skin and deep black hair. Tigo sighed. Amber looks just like her mom Tigo thought. Juana had thick black hair, dark tanned skin and bright black eyes, which were warm and loving. He finally reached the corner store and suddenly stopped. Opposite the corner store was the lake. Tigo saw two boats on the water’s edge bobbing to and fro, gently on the waves. Tigo was so caught up in watching them that he didn’t notice that he was crying. He turned away from the lake, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and took off the gang jacket he was given when he first started, threw it in the bin, pulled out his lighter and set it alight. But not before taking out his wallet, keys and photos of Juana and Amber.

He stuffed them into his back pocket and turned into the corner store. The bell rung as Tigo entered the store and the clerk smiled at him from behind the counter. He gave a feeble smile back and walked to the back of the store to find the drinks. He opened the cooler door and took out two drinks. One was a Coke-a-Cola and the other was a Dr.Pepper. Then he went into the Baby section of the store and got some baby food, nappies and toys. He knew Amber needed them and Juana didn’t get paid until Friday. Today was Monday and they were already out of baby food and only had one nappy left. Tigo walked up to the counter and set the items down. The clerk looked up from her magazine.

“Would you like anything else with that, Mister?” she asked politely. Tigo shook his head and she went on to scanning the items. She had long, blondish hair, bright blue eyes and fair coloured skin. Her badge, that she had pinned to her chest, said ‘Welcome, My name is Tara. Have a wonderful day’. Her voice brought him back to Earth.

“That comes to fifteen bucks, Mister.” She said opening the till. Tigo dug his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her his second to last twenty dollar bill.

“You keep the change. And next time, don’t open the till until AFTER they have given you the money. They might try to rob you…or something like that”, he said and with that he picked up the bag from the counter and walked out; leaving Tara with a dumb look on her face.

Tigo slowly made his way down to the lake-side park where he knew Juana took Amber to play on nice, sunny days, such as today. Tigo looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting a bit dark as the rain clouds moved over head. Juana looked up as well and saw Tigo there. She came over to him with Amber in her arms. Since their flat wasn’t even five minutes walk to the lake or the store, she didn’t need to take Amber’s buggy out all the time. Because they had been having so much rain, their roof had started to leak, It was getting bad, so bad, that they had to move into Tigo’s Moms’ two story house.

“Hey there! Someone wants to see her Daddy,” Juana said softly to him.

“Here, let’s swap. I’ll have the bag and you get the baby.” she laughed. That made Tigo smile. Then his smiled wavered and he felt tears fall down his cheek. Juana stopped smiling too.

“What’s wrong, Tigo? Is it about not being able to afford the wedding? Its okay, we don’t have to have it right away. I can wait. You know I can.”

“I know that, but it’s not about the wedding, it’s about this morning…I…It…It was awful! We – we were shoved in this really small basement like room. We were forced to play,” Tigo didn’t get to finish his sentence. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen the Big Boss’s Black limo. He spun around and then turned back to Juana.

“Juana, do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes I do, why? What’s happing?” she asked a little frightened.

“Please listen to me, we have to get home. We HAVE to get out of here. You need to pack enough clothes for you and the baby. And we have to go RIGHT NOW!” Tigo said in a rush.

Juana looked even frightened. She nodded and Tigo grabbed the pram and put Amber inside; then he took Juana’s hand and started to jog towards the road. The limo drove by again, but this time it felt like time was taking time. The limo’s window slowly wound down, there was a flash of metal and a huge bang. Tigo turned to see if Amber was okay. She was, but she was howling. Then he turned to Juana and saw that her top was covered in blood, and that she was clutching her stomach. Time sped up again. The shop across the road had rung 911. Then Tigo saw three police cars and one ambulance. They came screeching to a halt and Tigo knelt with Juana craddled in his arms. She was gasping for breath.

“Take…care…of…Amber…tell…tell…” she didn’t get to finish her sentence.

“Juana…Juana…tell Amber what? TELL HER WHAT?!” he cried.

“No, God no! Please Juana wake up…wake up! Please!” Juana’s best friend Lycia, who was watching from her house across the road and had come running out,( She also looked after Amber on Mondays, Tuesdays and Sundays), said shaking her.
Lycia was sobbing and holding Amber, trying to calm the baby down. The two medics came rushing forward. The younger one took Juana’s plus and then shook his head.

“Time of death: 6:00 pm. Cause of Death: threw and threw 9 millimetre bullet.” he said.

They lifted her up on the stretcher and covered her body in a white sheet. "Isn't there anything you can do?" Tigo screamed at the young medic. The other one of the two put his hand on Tigo's shoulder.
"No, theres nothing we can do, she's gone" He said.
Tigo then turned, numbly, and gave the police that were on site his statment. As Tigo finished giving the police man his statement and took Amber off Lycia and numbly put her back into her pram. Then he took off for home. As he was packing up his and Amber’s clothing and stuff that they would need to live on and put it in the back of his car, he vowed never to have anything to ever do with gangs ever again. He had learnt his lesson the hard way. The VERY hard way.

And as he drove off into the setting sun he thought: goodbye Danny, you would have been a wonderful friend. I’ll come back and visit you one day. Goodbye sweet Juana, without you I was nothing. Amber and I will come back and visit you too.

He sighed as he saw the lake and carried on; on to a new future. Where Amber can play in peace and I can get a job and work for us…Be the best that I can for Amber….


The End

Written by Jenny ©2007

This post has been edited by Jenny: Apr 7 2008, 06:20 AM

The Wife

The door creaks open slowly and I pull my key out of the lock.

On tiptoes, I walked swiftly to the middle of the room and let my eyes adjust to the dimness of the street light.

I tiptoe towards the kitchen and pull open the refrigerator door and I pull out his bottle of gin. I freeze because I

then hear sounds of a man and woman’s voice. Then I let out a sigh of relief as I realise that it’s just the ten

o’clock news playing on the television. This will be the fifth and easiest kill that I have ever done. I hunt around in

the kitchen draws for a nice sharp knife. I then pour myself a glass of gin. I walk slowly towards the lounge and I

sit in one of the armchairs facing the television. I play with the knife while I wait. I watch it glint in the television

light. Smiling to myself and wondering if it will glint afterwards.

I heard a key in the lock and the lock go click. I drain my gin and slip into my bedroom before they get into the

lounge. I can here them laughing as they walk up to my bedroom. I slip into the closet and quietly close the closet

door behind me. There I wait. Wait for him to bring them both to their downfall. This is the last time he’ll sleep

around. Five times he’s done this! Five times I have got rid of those nasty whores. He opens my bedroom door

and pulls a blonde haired woman, with the whole package into my room and pushes her onto my bed. I am almost

sick at the sight of them. That new ###### is, well is going to be was, my best friend. The girl I called on for

everything. Now she’s doing my husband…MY HUSBAND! Sally Morfot and he will pay for it all. They will be the

last. I will get his money. Stuff that he owed me! I almost laugh out loud but stop myself just in time. When they

have finished I slip out of the closet and lock my bedroom door. I snicker at the thought of them being trapped. I

walk softly to the head of the bed and hop up on to him so that my legs are holding onto his waist.

“Mmm Sally…Not now…Too tried” he mumbles in his sleep. I bend my head and breathe steadily into his ear. He

twitches and then finally wakes up.

His eyes are wide and fearful.

“Mel. I...” He stammers. I press my finger to his lips and smile. Softly then manically. I slowly bring out my knife.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” I whisper in his ear.

“Mel, please…” He tries to plea and its pathetic.

“It will be even prettier” I whisper and then bring my knife across his throat. He lets out a gasp of air and then I

bring my knife over my head with two hands and plunge into his chest and stomach. Over and over again. His

blood goes everywhere. On the walls, over Sally, the bed and floor.

“Is it raining?” a sleepy voice says and I slip off my husband and in under the bed. I can hear Sally screaming as

she wakes up next to her dead lover. I laugh to myself and get out from under the bed and I smile at her.

“You…You monster!” she says. Her voice is wavering. I laugh again and she gets out of my bed and races to the

door. She tugs on the door handle but fails to see that it’s locked. I laugh again and come towards her and she

screams again. She backs into a corner and I grab a handful of her blonde hair and draw my hand back and I slap

her across her face. She whimpers and I drag her over the bed and throw her on it.

“And you’re a cow, Sally. You are not my best friend. You are nothing!” I say as I slap her again. I lean down to

get my knife and then she hits my hard in my ribs. I gasp in pain.

“For that your gonna pay.” I say as she whimpers beneath me. I grab my knife and whisper into her

ear “goodnight, sweet dreams”

Then I again plunge the knife into her over and over and I scream and cry. I drive the knife in over and over

again. Her chest, arms, legs. Everywhere and anywhere that I can get to.

After half an hour I stop and get off them both. I look at my handy work and smile a little smile. I go into the

adjoining bathroom with my knife and turn on the shower. I strip off my blood soaked cloths and scrub myself

until I am red. Then I shampoo my hair at lest fifty times. I then get out and warp a towel around me and march

back in too my red room. I rummage through the draws to find some cloths. I pull out some jeans and a tank top

and then go into the kitchen to find the gin; then I bring it back into the room and pull out Sally’s smokes and

lighter, then I light one. I drop it onto the bed where they both lay. I watch the flames work there way up and

over their bodies and then turn and walk out of the room and out of the house. Taking a few things along the way.

Then I close the door behind me and walk off into the night, laughing like a little school girl.


Written by Jenny ©2008