New Moon Conversation
This is a conversation Edward and Bella had in New Moon. @LeahLovesEC this is kinda for you, bet you like this bit.
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This is a conversation Edward and Bella had in New Moon. @LeahLovesEC this is kinda for you, bet you like this bit.
The witching velvet evening falls across the quiet land the last red ray of twilight steals shadow from my hand.
I played myself down a blind alley Dreamed of a life in a valley From the shadows and rubbish bins Came a flickering light shining I walked hesitantly forwards Glimpsed at a sign with words Said,...
"Well, I see your up." says Flint sitting next to me "how was your nap?" he adds playing with my wet hair. I slap his hand away and look at Jackie.
And then he came back ----------------------------- It wasn't a shock when he arrived standing at my door, by this time I was eighteen and studying photography at Cambridge.
"Oh." I replied, feeling as though I had said the wrong thing. Isadora seemed to sense this as she stood up, brushed herself off and said, " It's fine, someone was going to tell you anyway.
Track me for days. cannot escape. you come in so many ways. you always take. I don't want to meet you yet. when I finally do. I know I'll never forget. who could ever forget you.
For @gazplend and @naaviie. You should be careful in your forest. Have you not heard about poor Doris. she was walking along. singing her song. when something strange occurred.
I wake up on the shore choking out water. Above me, Jackie holds my hand and Flint stares at me. "Shes up lets go." whispers Jackie "I'll carry her to the car." "Oh please." I choke out.
You can not find me. I am mysterious. If you think you can. You are delarios. I will only be there. When you need me most. I will not come over. For a silly toast. I come and go as I please.
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
I wrote this before I actually started writing death is not the only option, it's a little way into the story, like if I should continue. People say that when you die, everything ends.
This poem was made by @lucandsurprise and @ell. I walk these crowded streets every day and every night. I walk with the living, yet I am out of sight. sometimes I find others like me.
There lay a box, Of sparkling gold. Was told not to look in it, Because of what could unfold. Curious girl went over, And gently prized off the lid. She threw it back on the ground, She went and hid.
Once upon a time.....
It's twilight, I'm getting more frightened by the second, I glance around the creepy, giant trees, of the darkened forest. There are 1 2 3 4 5 (I think) figures circling me, faster than light.
"Avenge me" the words fell softly from her blue lips, her eyes hungry, held mine. I nods my head dazed as the red and blue lights illuminate the dark.
To see most of the action, check out @JazzCav . The boulder impacted me with a loud thud. After that I didn't really know what else happened.
Why can't I see, Death's cold hands taking hold of me.. When evil is home, and the light runs out it, follows me. The rain and tears envying, Death's cold stare , freezing thee.
As I walked home one moonlit night on a path through Hartford Woods I saw a man dressed all in green, and on his head a hood.
Count Dracula woke with a smile Said, I'm going off blood for a while It's red, thick and gloopy And just sends me loopy It's time for a change of style So with loyalty card in hand Cape left at...
Running through the magical woods. I'm looking for wolves tonight. I hunger to bare my heart wild and free to unleash the beast deep inside of me. Alpha wolves at my side hunger to get deep inside.
I am the Keeper. I am the Reaper. I am the collector of mortal souls. There is no Heaven, nor Hell... ...just a space on my shelf, for the pride of my collection.
She feels like no one loves her, She's a shadow, overcast, All their withering gazes, She's just a figure of the past.