I sit there in my seat
when the teacher sees me
I stare at her
"do your work,"
she says.
I look at her with anger
I look at my math page
The problems stare at me
the cloche, bell rings
"Ahhh!" I yell in anger.
people stare at me
I stare at them back.
they run out of the class room
I sit there until the teacher finally sees me.
"you may be dismissed," she says.
I still sit there.
"go," she says.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
We stare.
"go... don't make me send toi to detention,"
I stare at her
she looks at me.
"Ok, toi asked for it, Richard, Detention,"
I get up.
Still staring.
I leave and walk to the office.
I stare at the Principle
"Sit in my office and do your homework,"
he stares at me
I stare at him.
"I'll be in there in a second,"
I walk in the gray, empty room.
I get out my math homework.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
I scream.
"AHHHH!"
I get out of my seat.
"STOP STARING AT ME!" I yell to it.
i take the clock off the wall,
and stomp on it.
I breathe heavily.
I stare at it.
when the teacher sees me
I stare at her
"do your work,"
she says.
I look at her with anger
I look at my math page
The problems stare at me
the cloche, bell rings
"Ahhh!" I yell in anger.
people stare at me
I stare at them back.
they run out of the class room
I sit there until the teacher finally sees me.
"you may be dismissed," she says.
I still sit there.
"go," she says.
I stare at her.
She stares at me.
We stare.
"go... don't make me send toi to detention,"
I stare at her
she looks at me.
"Ok, toi asked for it, Richard, Detention,"
I get up.
Still staring.
I leave and walk to the office.
I stare at the Principle
"Sit in my office and do your homework,"
he stares at me
I stare at him.
"I'll be in there in a second,"
I walk in the gray, empty room.
I get out my math homework.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
Tik
Tok
the clock annoys me.
I stare at it.
It stares at me.
I scream.
"AHHHH!"
I get out of my seat.
"STOP STARING AT ME!" I yell to it.
i take the clock off the wall,
and stomp on it.
I breathe heavily.
I stare at it.
Once i was having a jour dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 an old was écriture a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are toi doing here?," she asked. "I l’amour the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner toi guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came par the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came par the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, par Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in l’amour with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present jour New York, 13 an old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced par a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed plus often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in l’amour with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present jour New York, 13 an old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced par a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed plus often. But is that really best?
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I l’amour being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
ou get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I l’amour being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
ou get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Fire.
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for toi to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering toi with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can l’amour be tamed? No
l’amour is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do toi dare to play a fire's game??
It is destruction.
But yet,
it shines beauty, and;
it is the gift of rebirth,
new beginnings,
the strength that boils within your soul,
bumbling deep inside
beneath the surface
waiting for toi to
spread your wings like a phoenix,
showering toi with the fire
waiting to burst to the surface and shine.
Fire,
its energy,
raw and primal energy
one so old,
the flames cry a thousand tears,
of souls Lost within its flames,
their souls,
live within the fire's kiss
eternally,
becoming one with the fire,
and be reborn,
forever and eternal
as a phoenix...
the soul immortal
as is the fire,
wild, passionate, primodial
can it be tamed?
No. can l’amour be tamed? No
l’amour is like the fires....untamed, unstoppable...
it consumes,
like a fire's kiss.
Do toi dare to play a fire's game??