Unknown Diary

Ruru

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#1
This is a story made up from entries, short entries that tells the story of the past, present and future....
Hello, this will probably end as something very interesting as I have no idea where this is going :)

Hopefully I won't mess it up to much and make it understandable.

Rules

¤ No spam, CnC is welcome though :3
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¤ This story, idea and writing is all mine! Do not use without permission!

Note: If you're leaving CnC, please, don't remind me of things like presentating charcters, they'll be introduced as the story progess and in their own way~

This is a story build upon small entries. What these entries are and the meaning will be for us all to discover.

Description:

A story written by the unknown, the entries of past, present and future, how is it connected?
What are the secrets hiding out there?
Will it ever be known?


Index

Entry #1
Entry #2
Entry #3
Entry #4
Entry #5
Entry #6
Entry #7
Entry #8
Entry #9
Entry #10
Entry #11
Entry #12
Entry #13 New



 

Ruru

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Entry #1

Today I went to school. Like everyday I was ignored. I guess that is the fate of the smartass dorky girl. At least I'll get into the school I want...

Everything was normal except one thing. One single thing that has been bugging me ever since. I walked my normal route to the bus but on the way I met a kitty. It sat at the corner with the trashcans. Just sat there and looked. It was lightbrown but dirty. I thought that all stray animals around here had been caught so I was really suprised.

Ohh, well, guess there was nothing after all. I have home-work now so I'll update this later...

 

Ruru

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Entry #2

The man sighed.
He was bored.
Very very bored.
Tired of his work he spun the chair around and looked at the the city from his office high over the street.
The humans down there moved like ants. They all knew where they were going, unlike him.
He was moving forward with no goal.
Stuck in time so to say.
 
#4
That's a really interesting concept you've got going here. It makes me want to see the rest of it so I can piece it together and discover the story.



I look forward to more! ;hello;
 

Ruru

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#5
[MENTION=55]Hadriel[/MENTION], thanks :3

*updates*

I'm trying to avoid double posting as I'm not sure about the rules about that here >__>



Entry #3

The camera follow the woman walking through the hallway. In this house no one moved without someone else knowing about it and she knew it. That was the reason she never behaved strange or did any mistake. In this job that could, and would, be fatal.

She knocked on a door as the first camera shifted the attention to a new target when the camera at the door took over.

"Yes?" a voice was heard through a speaker close to the door.

"You summoned me, sir."

The door opened and the woman walked into the office, it was plain. Only one graytoned painting hung on the wall. There was only one window, a small one which barely let in any light at all. Other than that there was a desk and chair in the middle of the room.


"It's starting again." the same voice said again and it came from the chair.

"I understand, should it be done the usual way, sir?" the woman asked.

"No, this time new participants have come to light, they are still unknown so we need to be extra careful."

The woman nodded. "What should I do?"

"Wait and see, soon we will know but be ready to start act at anytime."

She smiled slightly. "Of course, sir!"
 

Ruru

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Entry #4

A man stood in the dark alley grinning.

The blade in his hand was blood red and the ground before him as well.

His phone plinged.


'The game has Begun'

He smiled even wider, this was going to be fun.

Turning his back to the sea of blood he left the alley. On one wall a message was written.


"You can not escape the game. Play or die. Win or die."

 

Ruru

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I need to write more or I'll be out of updates soon >__>'



Entry #5

The teacher frowned when he saw the sleeping boy at the back of the classroom. He slowly walked toawrds the boy still talking.

"And that's why sleep is needed at night, isn't that so Smith?" the teacher said as he smacked the sleeping boy with a ruler.

"Auch!" he woke up and looked at the teacher still sleepy. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yes, don't sleep at my lessons or I'll send you to the principal."

The boy made a grimace and sat up. "Ok, then please continue." He was awake but still didn't bother to listen. Why should he?

And that was how the young male student spent the rest of the lesson, staring out through the window at the world outside. He glanced at the clock once in a while and he could see it was only 10 minutes left.

His phone vibrated in his pocked and he discreatly checked it under his benk. When he saw the message he first became confused but then he smiled and almost laughed.

He had no idea what it meant but it seemed to be something interesting.

With 7 minutes left of the lesson he stood up and walk to the door.

"And where do you think you are going!" the teacher asked.

"I'm leaving teach. See ya." was all he said still holding his phone, the screen showing the message.

'The game has Begun'

 

Lovely.

Hiatus-Land
#9
I really like how you set this up. XD Like how it's a bunch of short compositions that make one big amazing thing. I've tried doing something like this before but I'm not a person that's very good with words..... Looking forward to more of this! ;D
 

Ruru

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Entry #6

I've made my homework now... It was easy so now I can relax. That cat keeps bugging me and I'll see if it will be there tomorrow too.

It's already dark here, almost night. Maybe I should check out that website again?

I keep on wishing something will happen, guess it's just a dream...

The girl leaned backwards and strechted her back in the dark room. The computer screen infront of her was the only light source. Outside it was truly dark and the street lights were barely giving any light at all.

She stood up and looked out through the window. This boring world was dark, but it made it more interesting at least. The darkness that is. Who knows what can hide in there?

Suddenly her computer plinged and she turned around and saw a message on the screen at the same time as her phone receive a message.

She picked up the phone as she read message on the computerscreen. Then she looked at the phone.

It was the same message.

'The game has begun'

She smiled. Maybe she would be able to have some fun after all.

 

Ruru

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Entry #7

Somewhere in a desert a wind passed by and made the sand flew up in the air. And something was revealed.

A stone with a painting, a painting with a face. A face that was smiling.


Under the face something was written. Only parts could be seen. It was written in an old language but in english it would have said this.

'Th ...... game ... as ..... begun....'

 

Ruru

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Entry #8

Genius joined the chat

LazyAss joined the chat
Genius: Hello.
LazyAss: yo
Genius: So it started?
LazyAss: yeah....
Genius: Any idea what will happen?
LazyAss: naah, guess we'll have to wait and see
BloodKnife joined the chat
BloodKnife: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
LazyAss: omg not that dude....
Genius: ..... darn it.....
BloodKnife: Finally, finally, IT STARTED! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, the game... the bloodiest and most insane game EVER! HAHAHAHAHAHA
LazyAss left the chat
Genius left the chat
BloodKnife: The game has begun
BloodKnife: The game has begun
BloodKnife: The game has begun
BloodKnife: The game has begun
BloodKnife: The game has begun
BloodKnife: I can't wait.. need to know... who will win and who will survive!? HAHAHAHAHA
BloodKnife left the chat

 

Ruru

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Note: I'll probably make this entry longer when I have time~



Entry #9

It was quiet and calm in the dark apartment. The woman in the chair looked peaceful. Her movements slowly became nothing and time stopped.

A participant had died. The next was to be choosen, someone connected by blood.

A girl was chasing her ball down a street in a city far away. In a few days she would be 5 years old. She was the next one.

The number of participants need to be same always. It can never be changed....

The game has begun for a girl who still does not know about cruelty of reality.

 
#15
did i sense murdering? @_@

phew it's quite exciting but for some reason physically hurting underaged child is just wrong even if it's only a story >_<

well anyway nice Idea



i thought it was durarara + Liar game at the 1st glance @_@
 

Ruru

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#16
@Archer, lol, well, it's kinda based on Durarara and the dark theme and stories from different views XD



And I won't include the girl >_>' not in that way at least :/ That would be simply cruel >>
 
#17
So it wasn't only me who sense Durarara, I also sense a little bit of Doubt which works in reverse where the Rabbits hunt down the Wolf XD

There is nothing wrong in using anybody as characters in fiction story actually, limiting an art work is not a good idea, it could sway the creators mood which will influence on the art work. Reader's emotions as an impact of reading your story is one thing you have to be able to handle and decide whether it will affect you or not.

Anyways, interesting story, hope you won't run out updates so soon, I'll stalk this thread from now and then ^^
 

Ruru

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Entry #10



Hiding, stalking, darkness is falling. I am here but yet still there. I can but won't, I'll but don't.

Sleep. Awake. No difference at all. I stay as the nocturnal I am.

Owl, wolf, rat. Animals.

Hugged. Hugs. Kills. Killed.

Words flowing, themes everywhere. A story in the tree. I turn it into a song.

Sun or moon. Light or bright.

Genius or asshole.

Who am what. I am all.

Forest, forest, middle of the night. Forest, forest my beloved.

Missed me? I hope you did, 'cause today I'm gonna burn you.

Cut to pieces like my soul. Dyed and died. Black and burned.

A skeleton with nothing left.

Mish mash, piece of my mind.

You don't know. I don't know. We don't know.

World is a box. The Game inside. Hiding.

Labyrinth of lies. God is nothing.

Hell is here. Heaven is your dream.

Now I'm once again talking nothing but shit.

 

Ruru

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Entry #11

The darkness, complete darkness. Not a single light source but she still knows where she is. Where everything can be found, where the door is. How far away the walls are. Where the food will be placed three times a day.

The chains around her wrists and ankles were fastened in the middle of the room. It went down a hole so she could not damage herself with the chains so each time she moved the chains would become longer to become shorter as she moved closer to the middle again.

It is like any other isolation cell, padded walls, floor and ceiling. Keeps the noise at a minimum level too. Her insane laughs can barely be heard outside, she knows the guards are happy they cannot hear her laughs nor screams.

She was singing a song while rocking back and forth.

Bird, bird, little bird
Bird, bird, ohh little bird
Bird, bird, free little bird
Bird, bird, my loved bird
Bird, bird, flying bird

Bird crashed
Bird bleed
Bird cannot fly
Bird died

Bird, bird, bird
Crash, crash, crash
Bird, bird, bird
Bleed, bleed, bleed
Bird, bird, bird
Died, died, died

She continued to hum it as the guard opened the hatch in the door and placed a plate with food on the floor. She ignored it, she was lost in her song and insanity.

The girl had been in the room as long as she could remember, well, except the rare occurrences when they let her out. Once in a few years they needed her, for what she could never remember after. But she enjoyed knowing she had been out. She always felt great after one of the trips.

She continued to sing and once she had become bored of it she walked over to the plate. They never provided her anything that she could hurt herself with so she was overjoyed when she discovered there was a knife on the plate.

She sat down and picked it up, traced the edge with her finger and she shivered out of happiness when she felt the sharp edge cut through her skin. Slowly her hands guided the metal along her veins in her wrist letting the blood out. Her tongue reached the blood before it was wasted on the floor and she slowly licked the wound.

Still licking she stood up with the knife in her hand and started to carve, she carved first using one hand and then she carved using both hands while laughing. The wound on her wrist was forgotten and the blood spread over the room.