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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
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I am frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins or icebergs rooting in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs.
Because there is none. I didn't feel anything when he left.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed and heart broken, because at least sadness could prove that I did love him and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that is what I know, that is the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and
Lively Colored RocksLively colored rocks
Stationed by the waterfall
Damp and moist they stay
Yet beautiful they are
Silky smooth skin from the crashing waves
Still remaining resilient after all that has happened
Oh proud and joyous soul
There is much to be admired of you
But why settle for this?
The river awaits your calling
To an everlasting bed of dreams
Where your light shines the brightest
Wash away your fears
Oh fascinaing and marvelous gem
For your valor is needed
To service the eyes which grant me vision
To view those lively colored rocks
Words on a ScreenLife has been a v i c i o u s cycle.
I’ve stuck in it for years, since senior year of high school. This was when friends turned away, turned into things I didn’t need. Depression destroyed a lot of what I held dear, leaving my life in shambles. Somehow I made it through to the end of the year. Somehow I managed to grab hold the edge of my cap, and managed to toss it up into the air, and join my Class of 2011 in celebrating the feat of graduating high school.
It wasn’t until I was out in the real world that I realized the saying, “You are only friends with people at school because you saw them five days a week.” Quickly I watched as everyone got married off, or had kids… within the simple span of months since we took pictures on the tarp covered graduation floor. The men wandered off to their missions, the women started families. Everyone I was around for the final year of high school quickly ran off to their fut
The World Is A Trigger: Social Works. It all began with a look outside the window. Perhaps they could have of told them that they had no daughter, or that she wasn't there... But where is there use in lying when all their names are in he system? Before there was a chance, they met her eyes. After adult-talk, the sheriff walked in. His words burned against the rim of her cranium, the way he directed her to clean her room... But truly, was that his worry? Or was it the way the black mold on the living room walls curled so delicately, as though purposefully designed. Perhaps he wanted her to start simple and keep her hidden in lies, despite the obvious truth that returned her glares. Then again, maybe it was due to the dog's papers, full of business, that the sheriff slipped on. Maybe, again, he wanted her to begin small. But what is so small when he questions her desire to live in this Hell? Had she known the world, had she known a true, "normal" household, perhaps the sense would have met her to beg them to sav
KaterleYou are what taught me how to love, your breathing my dictionary. I sleep best when you're snoring next to me, as you're doing it right now...
We met when I was about ten, and I wasn't doing well. You came with sky-blue eyes and the old lady you just wouldn't stand to be separated from. The beauty of winter, but your heart was a camp fire in the deep dark woods, a comfort to the lost wanderers like me. When my head ached from crying too much, I had a soft place to lay it down on you. Your fur dried all my tears. Your gentle purring drowned all thoughts of sad and grey.
That house was never my home; but they say home is where the heart is, and you were there, and I stayed with you.
Would I still be alive if I had run away back then?
Would it even be life without you?
And whenever my heart hurts, I have you. Your sweet, gloved paws to touch my face, your calm heartbeat to talk to me. The only thing it ever says is 'I love you.'
It's an echo of my own, it's the voice of all my thoughts. T
The World Is A Trigger: Sandwich Slices Upon her skin, almost edging the inside of her left am, shortly behind the wrist, lies two scars of three marks. It took the cumulative 12-16 years of in-home slavery to cause it. All it was, was a simple instruction - heard for the hundredth+ time - of how to make her sandwich. Freshly from the knife block, silver flashed and found the girl's arm rather than sandwich. A purposeful swing & slide, unconsciously done, but almost made things better. The second was strategically placed, beginning light before a red droplet soon broke free. Her thoughts on the third one consisted of the determination to bleed years of pin over the food. But as blood shed onto a kitchen knife, it was the memory that returned normal senses. The reflection...
masochist.It's not the simple pain that I enjoy,
it's simply the pain of loving you,
which gives me my sick thrill.
lover I will never haveto the lover I will never have...
What was I in your eyes?
A one night stand?
A friend? An enemy? A lover?
Though, I thought it was strange... You always said you hated me.
Always pushed me away.. But I guess that's alright.
You called me cute though. That day, after school.
It left an imprint on me. And I wondered.
What do you really think of me?
Just what am I to you?
We never kissed. Never-- did, anything of that nature.
School's full of pretty boys.. And hot girls..
Why call me cute? Why not some chick you got pregnant?
There's videos of it, you know.. Online.. Tons..
We want to share our bodies with the world. We want them, to notice us.
To touch us. Show us how they make us feel..
I'm just a guy.. Nothing special about me.. Not at all..
Still, you called me cute. And I guess..-- I wondered what you meant by that.
Maybe it was nothing, so I'm overreacting. But maybe, maybe it was something.
I'll never know.
Though days will go by. Before long, you
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