The ancient white loup sat, his thick, glossy fourrure covered his whole body, increasing in density around the neck and along the ridges of his back and in between his shoulder blades. His ruffled tail brushed casually against the ledge he placed himself, his head and shoulders slightly hunched as his head was lowered. His eyes blazed like a white hot halo, intense and depthless. His glorious and strong face, devoid of all emotion, stared down at the lifeless body that lay beneath the ledge, just at his feet.
My lover’s body, my husband, my partner in life lay limp and unmoving.
I kneeled before the wolf, unable to stand as the emotional agony swept over me in huge waves, forcing me to the ground. I sobbed violently, the tears streaming down my face I was incapable to contain. My head was bowed, my hair spilled like a rich black waterfall on either side of my face over my shoulders. I was hunched over, my arms shaking heavily as the sobs ruptured through me, supporting my frame as they pressed against the earth. My hands were clenched into fists, my back arched slightly as the agony ripped through me, threatening to shred what was left of me into pieces. My legs numbed as I kneeled against them and I lifted my head as another wave crashed against me and I cried out with anguish.
Eventually my horrible screeching was able to lower to an almost inaudible whisper but the tears continued to flow like a stream down my cheeks.
I gently lifted my head to glance at the wolf. He stared detached at my husband’s body, never tearing his gaze from him. I sobbed once plus and lifted my torso so I could emballage, wrap my hands around my arms, hoping to stifle the shivers that rocked through me.
The loup lifted his head then, turning his gaze to me, and as I stared into those impossibly isolated eyes, I felt completely and utterly helpless. Like there wasn’t a thing I could do to help my husband, ou even myself.
We stared for a long moment at each other, my fear only growing and intensifying.
Words began to flow like a smooth trickle, yet the wolves’ muzzle remained unmoving.
“You l’amour him.” The voice spoke gently.
I lifted my head then to gaze directly at him, my eyes wide.
“Yes.” I faintly responded.
“Would toi do anything for him?” the voice questioned.
“Yes.” I spoke plus clearly.
“Would toi take away another life, to save his?”
“Yes.” My breath stuttered.
“Would toi give up your soul, so he could continue to live?”
My eyes flickered down to my husband’s oddly peaceful face.
“Yes.” I whispered.
The loup then stood, he held his head low as he paced away from the ledge and trotted to stand directly over his body. His gaze flicked down to stare at him then as his gaze shifted back to my terror struck face, his head lifted to hold it higher than his shoulders.
I watched, my body iced over, my muscles locked in agony, as he lifted one paw and slowly trailed it along the body from the toes to across his face, just a hairbreadth from touching his skin. As his paw dropped from where his head ended, the body then began to slowly dissolve, becoming fainter as my husband disappeared and the dull colours swirled like wild fog as it vanished.
I gaped, my nails slightly pressing at my skin as I watched new, darker colours begin to materialize and a swirling smoke shaped itself to form the contour of a long and delicate body. It was only when the hair thickened and darkened that I realized it was my body.
I was not lying straight and flat on my back like my husband had been. Instead I was curled up in a fetal position, my face turned away from my vision.
The loup lifted his other paw as it lowered and pressed gently at first onto my bodies’ chest. My nails began to dig into my skin as I watched in near revulsion as his paw started to curl, his toes arching and pressing deeper, his claws piercing the skin as they dug into my flesh.
I quivered as the blood began to trickle and I could see the deep red pool forming a cercle around my body. I felt the pain shoot through my chest as he plunged his paw deeper and I clutched desperately to hold it together. But when I looked down at my own chest, there was no blood, jus the horrible agonizing pain I couldn’t suppress. I doubled over and began to whimper, pleading mercy between abrupt gasps, begging him to stop.
I curled over into a tiny, defenseless ball as the pain tore through me, my chest heaving, desperate for some sort of relief.
I stared in sheer terror as the pool thickened and the loup took one large heave and ripped something vital from my bodies’ chest, her back arching as her whole frame twitched and shuddered.
I shrieked out in utter suffering as something had stabbed into me, sending every nerve into frenzy, my whole body throbbing and thrashing wildly at it self as it was set on fire.
I gasped wildly, not even attempting to hold back the flood of tears.
The loup dropped my still beating cœur, coeur suivant to my now completely destroyed body, throbbing and stuttering and sending ripples through the puddle.
I lifted my torso, turning my tortured stare on him, my nails now drawing blood from my own arms as they pressed frantically in a final attempt at suppressing the feu that blazed through me.
The loup padded over towards me, circling to stand behind me as his long and lush tail brushed my shoulders, staining the perfect white manteau with my blood.
I stared, now unseeing, at the beating cœur, coeur that still pumped blood to nothing as the insatiable soil soaked up the puddle that spilled from the gaping wound in my chest.
I felt the wolves’ muzzle skim along my arm and along my shoulder to my neck. I felt his mouth gingerly part as his long thin fangs pressed into my neck and began to sink deeper into my body, sliding through the thin layer of skin.
I looked back on past memories, on my childhood, following on to the first jour I met my husband, every kiss, every moment spent with him.
My last rational thought was of his peaceful and beautiful face, laying there unmoving, and I stared for one too short moment as my cœur, coeur now took its very last beat.
I lifted my head to the sky and screamed out to the very limits as the memory was whipped away with the wind, along with everything else I knew, and I was thrown into a dark pool, never to surface.
My lover’s body, my husband, my partner in life lay limp and unmoving.
I kneeled before the wolf, unable to stand as the emotional agony swept over me in huge waves, forcing me to the ground. I sobbed violently, the tears streaming down my face I was incapable to contain. My head was bowed, my hair spilled like a rich black waterfall on either side of my face over my shoulders. I was hunched over, my arms shaking heavily as the sobs ruptured through me, supporting my frame as they pressed against the earth. My hands were clenched into fists, my back arched slightly as the agony ripped through me, threatening to shred what was left of me into pieces. My legs numbed as I kneeled against them and I lifted my head as another wave crashed against me and I cried out with anguish.
Eventually my horrible screeching was able to lower to an almost inaudible whisper but the tears continued to flow like a stream down my cheeks.
I gently lifted my head to glance at the wolf. He stared detached at my husband’s body, never tearing his gaze from him. I sobbed once plus and lifted my torso so I could emballage, wrap my hands around my arms, hoping to stifle the shivers that rocked through me.
The loup lifted his head then, turning his gaze to me, and as I stared into those impossibly isolated eyes, I felt completely and utterly helpless. Like there wasn’t a thing I could do to help my husband, ou even myself.
We stared for a long moment at each other, my fear only growing and intensifying.
Words began to flow like a smooth trickle, yet the wolves’ muzzle remained unmoving.
“You l’amour him.” The voice spoke gently.
I lifted my head then to gaze directly at him, my eyes wide.
“Yes.” I faintly responded.
“Would toi do anything for him?” the voice questioned.
“Yes.” I spoke plus clearly.
“Would toi take away another life, to save his?”
“Yes.” My breath stuttered.
“Would toi give up your soul, so he could continue to live?”
My eyes flickered down to my husband’s oddly peaceful face.
“Yes.” I whispered.
The loup then stood, he held his head low as he paced away from the ledge and trotted to stand directly over his body. His gaze flicked down to stare at him then as his gaze shifted back to my terror struck face, his head lifted to hold it higher than his shoulders.
I watched, my body iced over, my muscles locked in agony, as he lifted one paw and slowly trailed it along the body from the toes to across his face, just a hairbreadth from touching his skin. As his paw dropped from where his head ended, the body then began to slowly dissolve, becoming fainter as my husband disappeared and the dull colours swirled like wild fog as it vanished.
I gaped, my nails slightly pressing at my skin as I watched new, darker colours begin to materialize and a swirling smoke shaped itself to form the contour of a long and delicate body. It was only when the hair thickened and darkened that I realized it was my body.
I was not lying straight and flat on my back like my husband had been. Instead I was curled up in a fetal position, my face turned away from my vision.
The loup lifted his other paw as it lowered and pressed gently at first onto my bodies’ chest. My nails began to dig into my skin as I watched in near revulsion as his paw started to curl, his toes arching and pressing deeper, his claws piercing the skin as they dug into my flesh.
I quivered as the blood began to trickle and I could see the deep red pool forming a cercle around my body. I felt the pain shoot through my chest as he plunged his paw deeper and I clutched desperately to hold it together. But when I looked down at my own chest, there was no blood, jus the horrible agonizing pain I couldn’t suppress. I doubled over and began to whimper, pleading mercy between abrupt gasps, begging him to stop.
I curled over into a tiny, defenseless ball as the pain tore through me, my chest heaving, desperate for some sort of relief.
I stared in sheer terror as the pool thickened and the loup took one large heave and ripped something vital from my bodies’ chest, her back arching as her whole frame twitched and shuddered.
I shrieked out in utter suffering as something had stabbed into me, sending every nerve into frenzy, my whole body throbbing and thrashing wildly at it self as it was set on fire.
I gasped wildly, not even attempting to hold back the flood of tears.
The loup dropped my still beating cœur, coeur suivant to my now completely destroyed body, throbbing and stuttering and sending ripples through the puddle.
I lifted my torso, turning my tortured stare on him, my nails now drawing blood from my own arms as they pressed frantically in a final attempt at suppressing the feu that blazed through me.
The loup padded over towards me, circling to stand behind me as his long and lush tail brushed my shoulders, staining the perfect white manteau with my blood.
I stared, now unseeing, at the beating cœur, coeur that still pumped blood to nothing as the insatiable soil soaked up the puddle that spilled from the gaping wound in my chest.
I felt the wolves’ muzzle skim along my arm and along my shoulder to my neck. I felt his mouth gingerly part as his long thin fangs pressed into my neck and began to sink deeper into my body, sliding through the thin layer of skin.
I looked back on past memories, on my childhood, following on to the first jour I met my husband, every kiss, every moment spent with him.
My last rational thought was of his peaceful and beautiful face, laying there unmoving, and I stared for one too short moment as my cœur, coeur now took its very last beat.
I lifted my head to the sky and screamed out to the very limits as the memory was whipped away with the wind, along with everything else I knew, and I was thrown into a dark pool, never to surface.
another monday,at waysway high school. Vanessa for hated school for mainly for 1 reason. susan.katie.ashlee.the meanest,popular,and prettiest girls in the school.they always taunt vanessa for being different. people thought ashe was different for her personality,but,that wasnt the only reason.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when toi hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
there was only one girl who didnt care if she was different.kylie.kylie was the smartest gilr in school,thats why she got made fun of. she was a nerd. though she had no braces,gloasses,or anything.in fact,vanessa thought kylie was prettier than susan,ashle,or katie.
People think they know vanessa,but,they dont,not yet. she had a very terrible,scary,and strange experiance.when toi hear it,it may seem like a dream,but,its all true.its not a lie.its not a tall tale.its a true story. 100% true
this the satory of Vanessa Colorado.
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but toi don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe toi just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
toi can dry up the tears toi see, but toi can never dry up the tears your cœur, coeur sheds. Because when toi cry, your cœur, coeur gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but toi don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe toi just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
toi can dry up the tears toi see, but toi can never dry up the tears your cœur, coeur sheds. Because when toi cry, your cœur, coeur gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.