STORY COMPETITION!!!!

sentence*




Sorry i'm a spelling and grammar Nazi....




i wrote a fanfic of Keith and i...... I'm still working on it...




He ran his fingers through her long golden hair while staring into her hazel eyes
“You have beautiful eyes,” he berkata softly, his accent still managed to slip through his softly spoken words.
“Thank you,” Taylor berkata with a smile of pure delight.
“But I really should get going,” She berkata gently pulling Keith’s hand out of her hair.
This was not because she didn’t Cinta Keith; in fact Taylor loved him with all her heart. It was just everything happened so suddenly. It all started last week in New York City, Keith being a musician had booked a gig at Red Stallion Pub, and Taylor being a peminat of his, bought a ticket for the show. Everything was going normally, Keith Played a few tunes, how it managed to last 3 hours is beyond me. After the tunjuk everyone left talking among themselves about the performance. There was only one person that didn’t leave with the crowd, besides the bartenders of course, Taylor stayed to tell Keith that he was an amazing musician and that she had never heard such beautiful noise in her life. Keith was all done packing his gitar up and about ready to leave when he noticed someone still standing there.
“ And why might anda still be here?” his accent wasn’t as thick she thought it would be,
“I-I just wanted to tell anda something,” Taylor berkata shyly.
“What might that be? Is it that you’re my biggest peminat and anda want me to marry you?” Keith berkata weith a slight chuckle.
“Oh, nothing like that sir!”
“Please, call me Keith,” he berkata as he carefully put his gitar case down
“I’m too young to be a sir!” he berkata with a laugh
“So what did anda want to want to tell me?”
“That anda are the most amazing guitarist and singer I’ve ever heard!” She berkata slowly letting go of her shyness.
“Why thank you! I must say it’s a lot nicer to hear that then it is to hear all that sappy, lovie, peminat stuff. anda kind of get sick of it after 4 years!”

Here's a part of the horrible story I'm writing... Seriously, it sucks. This is part of the first chapter. The story is called "Alone She Ran".

I woke up in pain. 
At first, the pain almost felt good. Kind of like a soft stinging, my only hold to reality. Suddenly, the pain turned harsh and bitter, yanking at my very soul, burning behind my eyes. My limbs shook, and I vaguely felt warm liquid running down my legs. Blood. I had felt the sensation before. But where? My mind ached, and I felt as if it were a blank slate; an empty chalkboard at the beginning of class. It felt like something was supposed to be there, but, no matter how hard I searched through my mind, that something wasn't there. 
The pain returned. 
I fluttered open my eyes, groaning softly as a pressure hit my thigh. I peered at my leg as best as I could without moving my aching head too much, and I saw the pressure was coming from a thick branch pressing on a rather deep cut. For some reason, it felt familiar; the dull throbbing of my head, the painful cuts lining my arms and legs, the crusty feeling of my hair, like something had dried there. 'More blood,' I thought, though it took a lot of effort just to summon the strength to think even mildly coherently. I barely understood the thought myself. Blood rushed through my ears, my hati, tengah-tengah pounded heavily. It felt like I was supposed to be running. 
From what? 
Once again, I couldn't remember. I knew I was supposed to get up and run. 
Run. 
The word felt good in my thoughts, almost like a sweet memory. Beautiful, beautiful memories. Although I couldn't place why, I knew that running was important to me. I noticed that, through the brown stain of dried blood, my shoes read 'Reeboks' in white, and my shoes were perfectly laced, despite the condition of my clothes. 
Oh, my clothes! 
My T-shirt was a deep crimson red. I could make out faint spots of white, though, so I guessed it was supposed to be white originally. Unless whatever I was supposed to be running from got Bleach on it. I strongly doubted that, though. My faded jeans were splattered with red as well. 'Is it even possible to lose this much blood without dying?' I thought. Apparently so, otherwise I wouldn't have been laying there. Then again, I could've been dead. Then why did it hurt so badly? Death, life, is there really a difference between the two? Who knew at that point. I twitched my fingers experimentally, as if trying to see whether atau not my body remembered how to move. I curled my fingers into a fist, and released them into a flat hand again. I repeated this action several times before I decided that my fingers weren't damaged. 
I moved my leg to the left a bit, trying to get the branch off. I winced in pain as the roughness of the heavy wood rubbed against my injuries.

I think I put to much... But enjoy! (The full story is 7 pages and still only half done ^_^')
Also, I such at making titles, any suggestions will be nice.


Prologue

Somewhere… “Yes! We did it; look at him, fully developed and ready. Aha, ha, ha, the buyers will be thrilled!” In the tank, a hand twitches. “What?” Something dark materializes sejak the hand. “No, he’s not supposed to be awake! What’s going on here?!”

    An explosion rocks the countryside, a figure emerges from the flames of the burning building, and a scrap of flaming paper, one of many, blows by:
SUBJECT: ZERO
GROUP: DELTA
Ch. 1
Normal, that’s how most people would describe me, but then, most people don’t seem to notice that before the school tahun started, I didn’t exist. They don’t see my blood red eyes atau my uncanny reflexes. Maybe they think I’m one of those ‘emos’ that sulk on the edges of the crowds with their tinted contact lenses, but I don’t care, the truth is way stranger. anda see, I’m not even human. I’m just trying to live what my data calls a ‘normal’ life.
“Mister Delta, if anda would be so kind as to tell me the solution to exercise thirty-seven?”
    Damn teachers. “I do believe that x equals seventeen point five two, Mr. Thompson.”
    “Correct as usual, if only anda would actually pay attention in class. Now for the rest of you…”
    Blah, blah, blah, straight A’s again this semester, not that anyone cares. I find it hard to believe that people don’t know this stuff, but then, I did say I wasn’t normal. The loceng rings and chaos descends, bodies leap from their seats and rush for the door, but I stay still and wait for everyone to go, no sense in fighting the masses.
    “And don’t forget the homework on page two twenty-three”
    Forget it Mr. Thompson, they’re gone. Too bad, a few of them would do well if they tried.
    I walk home, alone, nobody needs to see that I live in an empty warehouse at the industrial park; I don’t need people fussing over me about not having a family, I don’t care. I walk past a dark alley and hear a single footstep. The shadows hide nothing. I can see the five filthy men, shifting and toying with their weapons. It’s been to long since I had an excuse, I couldn’t resist:
    “Well, what are anda waiting for? Come and get me.” I smirk and ready myself. This is going to be fun.
    The muggers hesitate, but decide that their numbers are enough and run at me. I feel the energy build and the darkness gather. In my hand forms a bar of solid black, so dark it seems to draw in the light around it as it stretches and swells to form the shape of the legendary Japanese katana blade. I strike, my movements nearly invisible; a crowbar split, pisau blades separated from their handles, and even a gun, sliced across the chamber, fails to fire. I step back and smile as the edge of my blade fades and softens: no point in killing them, a few bruises will be sufficient.

Here's an excerpt from my Death Note fanfic..I'm only on chapter five. I don't think it's that great...but here.. >w<' (it's first-person L... >_>)

“Oh hei it’s you!” Light chuckled kindly, walking up to me, “Hideki Ryuga!”
    “Light Yagami…interesting meeting anda here.” I responded, with a studying expression. I was fairly anti-social for certain reasons and to be honest, I did not really want to talk with anyone at the moment. Light was so kind and innocent it was a bit cheesy, maybe an act?
    “I usually walk through here when I have things to think about.” Light stated, smiling warmly.
    I stared at him for a few minit before asking, “What do anda have to think about? anda already graduated from High School...”
    “I have a future to plan out.” Light instantly answered, perhaps a little too quickly, “And I have something to ask anda as well…”
    “What is it?” I asked politely.
    “Why are anda out here in jeans, sneakers and a thin long sleeve shirt?” Light questioned, eyeing me oddly.
    “Well…I’m a strange guy.” I admitted truthfully.
    “Heh.” Light chuckled, a smirk replacing his sebelumnya warm smile, “You really are strange.”
    “So are you.” I sighed, walking past him, noting that the conversation was over.
    “What? How am I-“ Light cut himself off as he watched me leave.
    ‘This meeting was strange. It must have just been chance…right?’ I asked myself, eyeing the snow below.


(I didn't know which one to choose @_@ Eh... I just went with one of 1 and Light's many conversations in the story. X3 [Basically, 1 was walking around in a snowy park, thinking about the Kira case...when Light randomly showed up... :3])