'Don't kill me!' Was the first thought that came to her when she woke up, arms crossed over her face to shield herself from, what she knew, nothing. She woke up with a thought that was completely related to nothing in her memory. In fact...
When her mind was alert enough to let her think, she took in her surroundings. It was a sky-blue bedroom, complete with puffy white clouds painted on the walls and cloud-shaped pillows on the bed. She was pressed against the mur opposite the bed, sweat of fear pouring through her skin. 'Huh, I was sleeping against the wall...' She realized with a bit of humor. She saw photos of small children of many races, some par themselves in portraits and some huddled together in group pictures, almost like they were brothers and sisters. There were many nuage pillows on the floor as well as on the bed, even some that, aligned side par side, made a trail to the door. 'What...?' she wondered. With trepidation, she walked to the door, opened it just a crack, and peered out into the long, humid, empty, nature-themed hallway, somewhat admiring the beautiful shine of the mahogany floors and the shades of green leaves painted on the walls. She stepped out and walked through the hallway, willing her footsteps to fall silently. She opened the suivant door, across from the bedroom she awoke in and a few feet away, and peered into another bedroom, this one wooden-brown and red, with an erupting volcan painted above the clashing canopy bed. She stepped back and closed the door, continuing on.
So far, she had passed ten doors that led into empty rooms, all the same with photos of multi-racial children and decorations depicting any type of nature scene. Reaching the eleventh and final door, she opened it and braced herself for whatever she needed to protect herself from. It was an empty bathroom, the only room so far that wasn't depicting some sort of nature scene. Seeing nothing to fear, she stepped inside, looking around the large ivory- and burgundy-colored lavatory until she walked up to the mirror.
She studied the reflection: glimmering ebony skin marred with traces of blood, puffy hair smashed and scrunched, a swell around her left eye that thankfully didn't squeeze shut yet, and a tall, somewhat chubby body frame with long arms marked with finger bruises, as if she was recently fighting for survival, to escape as her assailant bruised her and kept pulling her back.
She looked back at the face. None of this, not even the face that looked back at her from the mirror, was familiar to her...
When her mind was alert enough to let her think, she took in her surroundings. It was a sky-blue bedroom, complete with puffy white clouds painted on the walls and cloud-shaped pillows on the bed. She was pressed against the mur opposite the bed, sweat of fear pouring through her skin. 'Huh, I was sleeping against the wall...' She realized with a bit of humor. She saw photos of small children of many races, some par themselves in portraits and some huddled together in group pictures, almost like they were brothers and sisters. There were many nuage pillows on the floor as well as on the bed, even some that, aligned side par side, made a trail to the door. 'What...?' she wondered. With trepidation, she walked to the door, opened it just a crack, and peered out into the long, humid, empty, nature-themed hallway, somewhat admiring the beautiful shine of the mahogany floors and the shades of green leaves painted on the walls. She stepped out and walked through the hallway, willing her footsteps to fall silently. She opened the suivant door, across from the bedroom she awoke in and a few feet away, and peered into another bedroom, this one wooden-brown and red, with an erupting volcan painted above the clashing canopy bed. She stepped back and closed the door, continuing on.
So far, she had passed ten doors that led into empty rooms, all the same with photos of multi-racial children and decorations depicting any type of nature scene. Reaching the eleventh and final door, she opened it and braced herself for whatever she needed to protect herself from. It was an empty bathroom, the only room so far that wasn't depicting some sort of nature scene. Seeing nothing to fear, she stepped inside, looking around the large ivory- and burgundy-colored lavatory until she walked up to the mirror.
She studied the reflection: glimmering ebony skin marred with traces of blood, puffy hair smashed and scrunched, a swell around her left eye that thankfully didn't squeeze shut yet, and a tall, somewhat chubby body frame with long arms marked with finger bruises, as if she was recently fighting for survival, to escape as her assailant bruised her and kept pulling her back.
She looked back at the face. None of this, not even the face that looked back at her from the mirror, was familiar to her...
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, ou could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his cœur, coeur torn into pieces, ou turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with l’amour too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the plage after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this an in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these questions and plus will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and seconde book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the seconde series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
toi think toi are so bright,
saying toi buzz because toi care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way toi can montrer toi care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't toi understand?
Have toi tried to understand?
Do I really expect toi to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse toi uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
toi think I don't know anything,
toi think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
toi think because toi are older,
toi know plus than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, toi are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make toi knelt
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
toi think toi are so bright,
saying toi buzz because toi care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way toi can montrer toi care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't toi understand?
Have toi tried to understand?
Do I really expect toi to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse toi uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
toi think I don't know anything,
toi think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
toi think because toi are older,
toi know plus than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, toi are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make toi knelt
I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
toi never stayed
Unless toi profited
toi never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That toi will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone toi never loved
Someone toi don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
toi never stayed
Unless toi profited
toi never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That toi will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone toi never loved
Someone toi don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
"You'll never get the secret from me!" The monsters' eyes gleamed. They wanted me to yell. It was a sign of my weakening resolve. I lowered my voice. "The secret is worthless to toi unless toi know where they are. Without them, you'll be trapped." None of us in the small chamber knew who was bluffing and who wasn't.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us plus than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? toi act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and toi to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."
And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us plus than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? toi act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and toi to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."
And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
Dear diary
Today was my first rendez-vous amoureux, date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to brun foncé, dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little Kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx
Tell me what toi think. Rate, comment, tell me what should happen next. is it bad?!?
Today was my first rendez-vous amoureux, date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to brun foncé, dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little Kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx
Tell me what toi think. Rate, comment, tell me what should happen next. is it bad?!?
Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
toi made no attempt to stop me
In fact toi probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in l’amour with you.
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
toi made no attempt to stop me
In fact toi probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in l’amour with you.
A/N: Okay, so this was an idea that pestered me. Let me know if I should continue.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.
