Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been दिया too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing आप to jump, and some part of आप secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.
She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted द्वारा the waves.
Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not what she had once been: human.
She slipped her shoes off and allowed the water to lap at her toes. She glanced down. Her reflection had not changed since she had first become Aware. The earliest memory she had was blinding light, the first thing she had seen as a vampire, the first thing she remembered.
She was pale, but as was all of her kind. Nothing unusual there. Her ice blue catlike eyes blinked back at her. Again, nothing unusual, all वैंपायर had the eyes of a cat. The vertical slits of her pupils dilated in the poor light.
She played with the end of her long, dark plait. She had refused to cut it, even though it came down her back and irritated her while she was hunting. For some unfathomable reason, it was important, almost as if she'd promised she wouldn't.
Her gaze touched the very edge of the horizon, the deep blue that seemed almost translucent.
Everything that physically exists leaves a trace of some kind, she mused. She looked back at the footprints in the sand. Maybe she should not exist, but through a twist of fate, she did, as well as the painful truth that creatures of the night did.
She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted द्वारा the waves.
Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not what she had once been: human.
She slipped her shoes off and allowed the water to lap at her toes. She glanced down. Her reflection had not changed since she had first become Aware. The earliest memory she had was blinding light, the first thing she had seen as a vampire, the first thing she remembered.
She was pale, but as was all of her kind. Nothing unusual there. Her ice blue catlike eyes blinked back at her. Again, nothing unusual, all वैंपायर had the eyes of a cat. The vertical slits of her pupils dilated in the poor light.
She played with the end of her long, dark plait. She had refused to cut it, even though it came down her back and irritated her while she was hunting. For some unfathomable reason, it was important, almost as if she'd promised she wouldn't.
Her gaze touched the very edge of the horizon, the deep blue that seemed almost translucent.
Everything that physically exists leaves a trace of some kind, she mused. She looked back at the footprints in the sand. Maybe she should not exist, but through a twist of fate, she did, as well as the painful truth that creatures of the night did.
This is just a preview image of a lovely Gothic Lolita, but not the same outlook as the girl described in this short -short- story :)
Are आप bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime आप serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, शामिल होइए this लेखन compeition! I will सूची five बिना सोचे समझे genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all आप have to do is write a short story from a genre या theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. प्रशंसक Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. ऐनीमे (For प्रशंसक Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on फैन्पॉप and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 प्रॉप्स and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. प्रशंसक Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. ऐनीमे (For प्रशंसक Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on फैन्पॉप and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 प्रॉप्स and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him द्वारा the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have और energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him द्वारा the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have और energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one आप प्यार in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the अगला दिन will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my प्यार ...is my rival....Time has stopped to आप as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've लॉस्ट almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if आप keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... या one दिन you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so तत्पर, तेज, स्विफ्ट
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow आप take life's अगला test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not गाना loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. या maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so तत्पर, तेज, स्विफ्ट
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow आप take life's अगला test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not गाना loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. या maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
This is a song inspired द्वारा Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story पोस्टेड here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written द्वारा a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen एंन्जल्स always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken तितलियों with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written द्वारा a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen एंन्जल्स always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken तितलियों with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
