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Chapter 1 of Forbidden The crescent moon was my only light as I traveled swiftly, and soundlessly through the forest without being detected by my prey. The poor white horned ram was no match for my speed and agility, and I drained it quickly. I disgaurded of the corpse leaving no trace of its existence. A cool North breeze felt good against my skin, and I smelled a scent that was unfamiliar, but very sweet and velvety at the same time. I couldn't control myself, in a so I took off with such speed the mortal eye would see only a blur. I ran quickly through the forest with much determination to find this sweet smelling creature, and drink it dry. I reach a clearing surrounded by trees, and see nothing. "but my senses never fail me" I think to myself. Then a creature barrels through a group of pine trees on the West side of the meadow. The thing was covered in fur from head to toe, but it stood on two legs and stood over my mere 5 ft. 5 in. by at least six or seven inches. Being a brave and noble warrior of t
Pro log / Brief HistoryPro log/Brief History
Many Millenia ago, started the horrid feud brought on by the enslaving of werewolves by the vampire, enraged packs all across south eastern Europe, so the wolves formed alliances with enemy packs, and declared war on the vampires. The date of the brutal, first and final battle between the two colliding forces, was set on a full mooned night Where man would transform into wolf, and the vampire race was at their strongest. The war was won by the Vampires, and the Wolves went into hiding, and to this day only the most noble and worthy of vampire clans know where the packs are. The vampire race now rules the area and thrive among prey with greed, for there are no other predators brave enough to try to take a vampires meal. The vampire and werewolf despise each other to this very day, that is until the vampire lords daughter follows dinner into the forest, and the routine that had been build up and finalized for many millenia now is ruined.....
TO BE CONTI
Isn't this just peachy???!!!!This is how it's SUPPOSE to be going-
We hang out all summer, he starts liking me too, he goes to stay with his dad in the city for ONLY a week, comes back, we start dating, we continue to constantly hang out, summer is ending, school starts, we go to homecoming and live happily ever after.
This is how it IS going-
We hang out for 2 days, I don't know if he likes me because he says he doesn't but may be lying, He goes to his dads and is SUPPOSE to come back in one week but plans change and he's staying ALL SUMMER, i get a few new friends we have been hanging out all day everyday, i met a long lost friend from bus ten when i was in forth grade, he tells me he likes me, i start liking him, i like two guys one more than the other, but one isnt here, I freak out because of utter stress and too many headaches, i might not be going to homecoming AT ALL, and end up as a lonely cat lady, and die alone and i dont even care
This is what I'm thinking right now-
well isn't this just awsome?! NO IT
InvisibleYou walked right through me and went on with your life. Everyone does, so don't feel bad.
It feels as if I'm invisible because they know I'm there but they don't confront me.
It feels as if I'm invisible because they know I'm there but they don't talk to me
It feels as if I'm invisible because they know I'm there but they don't look at me.
It feels as if I'm invisible because he knows I'm there but he doesn't ever notice me....
Just another person in the world. No one special, just plain ole' me.
Serina's Biography (updated) I have loved the beach ever since I can remember. I can recall my mother comparing me to a fish because I still today, go to the beach everyday afterschool until dark. The island of Lana'i is small and peacful a peacfull part of Hawaii, besides the tourism, but they don't bother me. I have lived here my entire life, and I don't plan on living here for the rest of my life.
As for my parents, well they are nice, but also very strict, and overprotective. After all I am their only child. Even though this island is beautiful I really want to move to mainland, but still near the water. I am 17, and because I will be 18 in a few months I thought I better start planning. I like plannin things, and being organized. I want to go to collage and study to work with marine animals. I love animals, and because I love being around the water I figured that this job feild would best suit me.
I call myself original because I am. I like standig out, and being the one and only me. My natural hair co
In the ShadowsThe girl in the shadows smiles a cracked lipped smile.
The girl in the shadows tries to block out the pain.
The girl in the shadows wants to be ok, and free of doubt.
The girl in the shadows is afraid of bad outcomes.
The girl in the shadows has scars from so many shed tears.
The girl in the shadows waits for the day when she will be free.
The girl in the shadows longs for the night when she will be alone.
The girl in the shadows wishes for a better life.
The girl in the shadows regrets ever making any mistakes.
The girl in the shadows feels your pain.
The girl in the shadows wants this distant feeling to go away.
The girl in the shadows wishes for you to be here.
The girl that hides from love has found you.
Living a Horror StoryI thought I did it right this time.
I thought I built up my walls strong enough.
But I was wrong, and everything is falling down.
I have built up a great strength, but its gone.
I am weak, confused, and I feel so broken.
I don't know if I'll be lonely again.
I don't want to be lonely again.
I have built up my barrier so strong, how can this be?
Why does this visious cycle have to revolve around me?
Why am I not being told everything thats being said?
I'm lost in the dark, and I want eveything to be light.
This feeling I havnt felt in awhile, but it haunts me once again.
The feeling of being left over and over again.
When I look back now I relize its me who isn't doing things right.
I'm ruining everything because I'm me.
Life is so unfair, I thought I did this one right...
StupidityStupidity is a curse.
This curse has taken effect.
Stupid things were said.
Stupid things were fantasized.
Stupid things almost ruined everything.
If you look uo stupid in the dictionary.
There would be a picture of me.
I am the stupid idiot who is cursed.
Stupidity is so stupid.
I hate stupidity.
I need to learn to turn my thoughts off.
They need to be taken away.
Even though I really liked the thought.
It still caused tension, and I dont like it.
Stupid, is Stupid.
Second ChanceSomtimes life gives you second chance, but somtimes that second has a catch.
Even though your gratfull for that second chance, and care for that second chance, you always remember the catch that makes the second chance next to impossible to live.
Life gives you task that you feel the need to complete in order to surive peacfully over the course of the next few years. That task is to keep the second chance safe and unharmed. The second chance gives you a peace of mind. Your not sad, or mad, or depressed. Your happy for the first time in a long time, and you feel like you can fly. Your on top of the world, and everything is perfect for once in in your pathetic life.
The tears are wiped away with the thought of the future you might get to have one day. The pain has faded away because of that second chance.
The second chance is very important to you in so many ways. Theres to many ways to count on your fingers, and toes.
That second chance I would have never drempt of finding, but life gav
Let People InI used to hate people so much because they're so quick to judge and betray each other. They'll say they're your friends, but then ignore you or shun you when it stops being convenient or fun for them. They use you as much as they can, and when they're done with you they all just disappear. I didn't want to have friends like that, and I thought I didn't need them. I thought that, but it wasn't right at all. I thought I was stronger, rejecting relationships and friends. But once you reject people, you're stuck. You lose the opportunity to make those connections that define your life. And when you've lost those chances, you don't get them back.
I found someone like me to share my pain with. She's still one of the most special people in my life, right up there with my dad.
Whenever you meet that person, don't turn them away.
Up until recently, that's all I've ever done. I've tried to build trusting friendships, romances... and it always comes crashing down around me. Often because of my ow
Morbid FantasiesI played it out in my head, how it would all turn out, and what would happen depending on which method would be used. It's horrible when I run out of creepypasta narrations to listen to on youtube, because then I'm alone with my thoughts. I think about things that make me sad, angry, and hurt. However, this particular thought brought along not just pure hatred, but satisfaction, and admittedly, a dose of fear.
I was invited to join my "family" for thanksgiving by my grandmother. Nice gesture, but she should already know that my roommate has work, and we have a yearly tradition of our own. Besides, I honestly do not enjoy being in the company of my "family," since I never really considered them as such, save for my brother.
But I knew in my heart, that she'd be there. Because they trust her. They would "forget to mention it" to me of course, but I know she'd be there. And I've played the scenario over and over and over in my head.
I vowed to live long enough to watch her d
Wrong side of the mirrorI can see a woman, watching me through the glass. She is young, in her early twenties, with a haunted look about her. There is nothing especially spectacular about her, but something something quietly remarkable draws you in; captures your attention; fixes you to the spot.
Her eyes are a slate grey, intense and piercing; a dark energy smouldering in their depths. You notice that they glow a deep blue, like the ocean, when caught by the morning light, sometimes even the shade of a pale winter sky. A subtle ring of gold accents the border between her pupils and irises, which hold a faint sparkle of mischief against their black voids.
A shock of tight, red curls, messy yet somehow precise, frames her face. The sides of her hairstyle are trimmed short, not quite a mohawk; showing her natural gold-tinted brown. You could almost imagine her as one of the blond, adorable, cherub children, if not for the shadows of experience marking her features.
Beautiful is not a word that suits her, and de
Ugly.As a young child, new to the world, pure of it's intoxicating fumes, I remember a tree.
Such an ugly tree I remembered it to be.
It stood tall, creeping a good ways above any of the others, but it was disfigured in many ways.
Its branches were thin and fragile, like the bones of a sickly human, they twisted in retched ways that anyone would think should snap them clean off.
It was pale and grey, standing out among its fellow familiars, never to show the beautiful colors that it must have held within.
Its bark was edgy and course, as if it had survived through one of to many harsh winters, never falling from its place.
And I remember, as the others land succumbed to failling, giving themselves up, withering away, that tree never did.
It continued to stand tall, proud and majestic as that ugly tree could possibly seem.
It fought its way through whatever was thrown its way, fought until it could no more, never failing whatever duty it believed it needed to fulfill.
We don’t know what the world has in store for us and what will happen in the future. We can make all of the plans in the world to be happy, successful, or whatever the case may be. However, with that being said, at the end of the day money is only a mirage of temporary happiness and your success in life will not carry over once you have passed. Society seems to lead you into thinking that if you’re not a big businessman, musician, doctor, lawyer, or athlete than you’re not very successful. But today, I saw firsthand that none of it really matters.
Today, I met a woman by the name of Arlene and she has touched me, without saying a word to me. For whatever reason, I felt a connection to a woman I’ve never met before today and I’ve never seen before today. She was a complete and utter stranger, yet…her story (Or lack thereof.) touched me in a way I hope I never forget.
My name is Enrique Rafael Alaniz and this is an account
My HeartYou know you’re truly in love if hearing her name, even if it’s not being referred to her, fills you up with undefinable joy. You know you’re truly in love when you remember how your voice trembled when you called her and read her the letter, asking her to be your girlfriend. You know you’re truly in love if the pure thought of feeling her soft skin on yours makes you shudder with delight. You know you’re truly in love if, she’s not only the first and last thing on your mind every day, but also after every meal, every motion, every book, every song, every breath. You know you’re truly in love when 771 miles isn’t the distance you are away from each other, but rather the amount of roads, bridges, and rivers you’d cross to get to her. You know you’re truly in love if every song you hear you can connect to the overwhelming joy and the infinite sorrow she makes you feel. You know you’re truly in love when you write a story a
Since Facebook Isn't AppropriateSince Facebook Isn’t Appropriate
And ‘cause dA is better than Facebook. If we go to your wall, I’m wishing you a happy (Insert number here ‘cause I really can’t specify) day on planet Earth. Actually, give or take a couple of those days because someone thought it was a good idea to randomly add another day. (Or maybe it wasn’t so random, but whatever, humorous effect.) But in all seriousness, if I could, I’d let everyone know how lucky I am to have you in my life and how I only want to be with you. I know we have our ups and our downs, our stale and our spontaneous moments but they’re all moments I wouldn’t give up ‘cause I have probably learned more about myself during these last 262 days than I have during the 5,943 days (Give or take ‘cause again, leap years.) I existed before you.
I hate generic birthday messages ‘cause you’re not a generic lady and I don’t think we’re a g
OJOS DE AGUA
OJOS DE AGUA
TIENES OJOS COMO EL MAR
VERDE COMO LAS ACEITUNAS TAN HERMOSOS QUE NO SE DIFERENCIAR EL COLOR, ME PIERDO EN ELLOS EN UN MAR DE MIRADAS Y PALABRAS IGNORADAS, QUE ME DICES, PREGUNTAME CUALQUIER COSA Y TE DIRE QUE SI, ANDA HAZLO, EN LA CIMA DE LA MONTAÑA VOY CANTANDO MUY FUERTE, SOBRE CUANTO TE QUIERO Y TE ANHELO QUITAR ESOS OJOS, ERES MIA Y DE NADIE MAS, RECUERDALO SIEMPRE, QUE ESOS OJOS LINDOS E INOCENTES NOTE DELATEN YA QUE PODRIA PERDER EL AMOR DE MI VIDA, LO QUE ME HACE EXISTIR, LO QUE ES MI RAZON DE VIVIR-Sara
Regret and SorrowI'm sorry for being smart
I'm sorry for being nice
I'm sorry for being gullible
I'm sorry for being dense
I'm sorry for being stupid
I'm sorry for being the same
I'm sorry for being different
I'm sorry for my mistakes
I'm sorry for being lonely
I'm sorry for loving
I'm sorry for existing
I'm sorry for being scary
I'm sorry for being a coward
I'm sorry for my smile
I'm sorry for saying sorry
I'm sorry I stand out
I'm sorry I'm invisible
I'm sorry for being blind
I'm sorry for being deaf
I'm sorry for being mean
I'm sorry for being here
I'm sorry for these letters
I'm sorry for being human
I'm sorry for being here
I'm sorry for everything
I'm sorry for being me
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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