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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
Suicide is no joke.Suicide is no joke. There is no coming back from it. Once you have done it, you are gone. Your pain may be over, but the pain to your family and loved ones will never be over. They will be left with countless questions that will forever be unanswered. If you're in pain, you need to let somebody know. There is no use suffering in silence. If you are suffering through depression, the worst thing you can try to do is beat it on your own. Just remember that there are people out there who love you and care for you. Even if you only have one person in your life who cares, that is still one person that would be devastated if you were no longer here.
Suicide is a very final way to deal with life's issues. It is a dark and permanent solution to potentially short term problems. All I ask is for you to stop and think. There is always a solution to your problems. There is always someone out there who can help you. Never think that you're alone because you are not. Some people may understand a lot
My life as a readerYou hear about the stories. You ignore it. You see them on the web, so you decide to read them. They’re great. The environment and descriptions make you smile, the dialogue makes you laugh. The adventures send chills down your spine and the plot makes your heart flutter. Even better, you find yourself fascinated with the characters.
You like one particular character. Heck, maybe even a group of characters. You wish they existed. You wish the stories, the adventures existed, too. You think real life is bland. It can be cruel sometimes, too. People aren’t like they are in stories, so you like fictional ones better.
You want to create your own. You want your own characters, you even want to borrow characters. You want your own plots, your own adventures. You want to substitute your life for another, even if it’s only temporary. You want to get lost in the world of imagination and creativity.
You pick up the pencil, or you open your writing programs. You make your own. Yo
My BeautifulWhy are your eyes so blind? Why can’t they see the only thing keeping me alive living inside you? I wish to have an answer; I wish to kiss you in the dark, where our bodies fade out and the souls eternally embrace each other; for now, my happiness lives in a nice dream. You don’t know what I feel, but you have read the verses that a hopeless heart writes for you, a muse.
Before the light. My life was sleeping surrounded by endless loneliness, where the doubts were leading the march to my own self-destruction. In those very forgettable days, you were my only escape, one of the few reasons of my smile to shine, even when grey clouds were crying over this empty existence. The happiest afternoons of that time were with your beauty by my side, after a busy day of school. The road to home wasn’t lonely anymore, my dear.
Now the summer possesses the earth. Giving us a break to breathe peacefully the air; I think about every day, I dream of you every night; your heavenly voic
It's Too Late When We DieIf you want to die then fine, go die
But before you go, think
Think about every dream you've dreamed
Think about every star you've wished upon
Think about every desire that has ever coursed through your veins
Everyone of those things could become true
Everyone of those things could become a reality
If you go pack you bags now
You will be packing nothing but pain
You will leave this place with nothing but your suffering
So fight, fight everyday
Pour fire into your heart
Harness the hurt
Control the memories
And leave this world old and grey
And leave this world carrying happiness
Don't ever give up because,
It's too late when we die..
ParentsMy parents grew me into an unsocial, world hating thing
My parents always wanted me to be perfect
My parents used to hit me
My parents only care for me when I do something good
And when I do a little thing wrong
they pour all the things I did wrong in my life over my head
I always tried to fulfil their wishes
just to gain a little of their love
They wreck my innocence with their talk of "what you are doing is not even real"
and although my parents are little shitheads in my opinion
... I am still thankful for the good times they spend with me
I am happy for every hug they give me
I am happy when they ask me "How's your drawing stuff going?"
I am happy when my father and I are playing games together
or when my mother and I have some amazing talks
I am grateful and thankful that I didn't grow up under crackheads
and happy when they say "we brought you your favourite food" because why not?
There are many little things I could list
many reason why I should hate them, and many why I love th
AbyssNote: so thoughts and feelings at the mo, needed to write something just to feel a bit connected. Sorry its a bit depressing.
I’ve been here so many times before and yet I’ve never learnt. The abyss which draws me ever so close with promises of peace is more like a curse. The abyss it calls me with words so sweet, yet the comfort for which I yearn is hiding a secret longing; its desire to rend apart my being.
I’ve listened to its lies and been wooed by its call pushing aside all thoughts of logic and hope. I’m desperate now to feel at peace that I’ll listen to its sirens call. I know what will await me, the consuming pain that it will cause and yet I’m stepping closer stupidly not ignoring its voice.
Hidden in its darkness like in the shadows of my thoughts are fangs so sharp they’ll tear apart my already fragile mind. The abyss it salivates at the desire to consume me but still I’m standing here.
Escape from this place is possible
In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. A cage between the pages of my sketchbook; torn out. Here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. I can see how they’ll never match one another again. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself faint.
This space in between my bed and my window is as big as the space in between your eyes. And I wonder if you can see right through me. Or do you just not pay attention to the sundry voices in my head. In this space, I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Until they infested the spot and expected a yard
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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