Meeting You
"Amelia. Amelia get UP!" A face appeared in my blurred vision as i struggled to gain consciousness.
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"Amelia. Amelia get UP!" A face appeared in my blurred vision as i struggled to gain consciousness.
Fire reaches for the sky. Hissing and crackling, angry because its yellow reddish orange arms will never touch the stars. The moon is smiling tonight, watching over its children.
The words were written out before me, scrawled in messy ink, but I knew what the words meant. We had all thought that it was the end of it all, especially after last time.
Prologue 'Ugh.' I groan in pain as I wake up (How long was I out for?). My head is pounding so hard I can barely remember a thing.
A Long long time ago their was a house at the end of a silent and mysterious street, it was silent because of this one house, witnesses have seen a old wrinkly man appear suddenly at the door of the...
The reaper grim,. Has come herein,. To take your soul,. With his scythe,. You will writhe,. Until you're no longer whole,. With his hooded cloak,. Your life broke,. Your meeting will never end well,.
Chapter Thirty Three Love Kills Quickly and angrily,Gavin raced to the hospital. He was so nervous that he was sweating. He couldn't believe Serena didn't protect him. He was surely mad at her.
Salutations down below. For I am your guardian, young fellow. I am your shadow following you all day. If there is trouble, I'll lead the way. In the night I am your moon.
Ferry me across the lake, Along these deathly waters, To my resting family, My brothers, sons and daughters.
We are the Unseen. We walk out of your stores With groceries and pillowcases And whatever-the-hell-else we want. We somehow slipped, bemused, Between the cracks of dusk and day...
Wait. That one word could have saved a life. The life of my best friend, whom I had known since as long as I could remember, and just one simple word could have saved her. Wait.
James doesn't know made him go into the church, a small grey stone one with a gently twirling weathervane.
I stepped into the room. It was full of impending doom. The wolves watched me. Licking their lips, the vampires did too. There was nothing I could do. There was a look in their eyes as if they knew.
It came from the water, a white stallion. Born of the surf it moved as nothing I had seen before. And it was beautiful. Its long legs thundering on the sand as it rode towards me.
"Where to?," he said. I pulled a set of keys out of my jacket pocket. "I'll drive," I said. He shrugged his shoulders. "That's ok with me," he said.
Hello again, today is Friday, December 14, 2012. Here's another poem, a sonnet, that I wrote for y'all. Enjoy.
"Mom," fretted Bobby, "It seems to be rattling around a bit up there!" "Don't worry," assured Bobby's mother, Susan.
I looked up into the sunlight. It felt unusual, not really pain but nothing pleasurable. I tried to ignore it, and started walking towards what I thought was the main street of the village.
Chapter one, part one I was tired and cold, ready to sleep it off the awful night that I had just been through. Pawz was the same.
A walk through the shadows, light dances in flashes, shapes of faceless figures, terror in their glances.
He hissed alongside the best of them Malignant to the bone But behind that rib cage strangely lacking Lies a heart, not yet stone Tortured souls, hung up, It isn't like he cares He simply strides...
His eyes were a smokey red, as though someone had left embers to smoulder. The raven black hair hung loose over his shoulders and down to his waist was slightly wavy, but not yet curled.
She sat up. Her book was getting interesting, but she still had to wake up the next morning. School and all. She shook her hair out and ran her fingers quickly though it, stripping it of any knots.
The full moon glistens in the sky,. Eerie feeling and werewolves cry,. Misty patterns etched in the darkness,. Like smoke stains created by an artist,. Silence resumes followed by the cry of an owl,.