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She took us to the place again. It was where they lived.((Dang it. I was going to post something, but I have to go. LaterzZ!))
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When you’ve been asleep for a while you don’t generally want to wake up to find everyone you ever cared about gone. It’s not a pleasant feeling.
Especially when two of those people happen to be your girlfriend and your best friend—both of whom had no way of defending themselves from Lucifer, unlike the other three.
Now let’s back track for a second.
For those of you who know what I’m talking about and are hoping I quit blabbering already, feel free to skip ahead at this point and we’ll catch up with you later.
For those of you who have no clue what I’m talking about, “Pay attention now!”
When I was four I died.
All of you skeptics out there listen up.
When you’re four, have no father, and the only person you love in the world is your mother—who is dying of cancer—what would you do?
You’d say things like, “I wish that was me instead of them!” and “Why did this happen to my mommy?”
If you were one of those less developed four-year-olds, unlike me, you might sound something more like, “Gaba doody mamma diddy!” Which translated means something more like the first two.
But whatever, you get my point, right?
I remember the moment I didn't care anymore. I tstarted with a rainstorm. Oddly enough a rainstorm in the sun, but I didn't need to look for a rainbow to be happy. It is funny how many people are scared of the rain, and flee from it, as if they were the Wicked Witch of the West. I however, tend to look on the brightside, and treated the rain as my friend. I danced in it, jumping, the water up to my ankles, I splashed the surrounding strangers, who hudled for shelter.My dancing was senseless, and I could barely see, but I knew they all were watching me, judging me. But at that moment, it was perfection, and I didn't care anymore.
Brigid wrote: "LOL. that reminds me of like those Captain Underpants books where the villain was named like "Dr. Pee Pee-Pee Poopypants" or something"lol! that's what i was thinking when i wrote that comment, heehee :D
Kenzie wrote: "Alright well, I haven't posted anything for a while, so... a few random paragraphs from Reawakened Soul's sequel. :)When you’ve been asleep for a while you don’t generally want to wake up to find..."
LOL!!! :D Good ol' Daniel, I missed him. XD I'm already loving the sequel!!!! XD
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gah ... i never read the whole thing >.< of reawakened soul that is
*gasp* Brigid you're kidding me!!! RS is sooo amazing!!!
i know!! but i never got a chance to read the whole thing!!! :(
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "i know!! but i never got a chance to read the whole thing!!! :("well, when kenzie gets it published, you'll be able to read it. teehee. :D
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I can send you it a few chapters at a time, if you like. I did that for Sella and Tink. :)
ohhh that would be so awesome XD could you??
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sure thing ... wait i'll send you my email address in an inbox thingie ...
okay here's something from this story i started and never got around to continuing w/it ... called The Zenith ...“Honey, you look sick,” my mom said.
“I’m fine,” I repeated.
Now my dad was staring at me, too. “Holy crap. Your mother’s right. You look like hell.”
“I said, I’m –” I realized that I was shouting, and I cut myself off. Both of my parents were staring at me in shock. I tried to find my voice again, and to speak with more calmness. “I mean, it’s just that …” I trailed off, looking back and forth between my mom and dad. “Something’s wrong,” I admitted.
“What is it?” my mom demanded.
I tried to get my thoughts straight. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to tell my parents about this. Maybe it was all in my imagination, after all. Still, I found myself trying to explain. “I don’t know what it is, really,” I said, careful not to panic. “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just really bad déja vu.”
My parents exchanged a glance that was surprisingly frightened, almost like they understood what was happening. “What do you mean?” my mother’s voice had lowered slightly.
“I mean – I mean that I’ve been here before,” I stammered. The words sounded weird when I said them out loud. “I’m not supposed to be here right now,” I tried to explain further, starting to sound hysteric. I was talking to myself, now, more than I was talking to my parents. I had to get out of here; I had to get back to the present, to wake myself up from whatever nightmare I was in. “I’m supposed to be, like, a month in the future.” I stopped myself before I could say anything crazier.
I expected my parents to give me funny looks and ship me off to an insane asylum as fast as they could. Instead, they looked genuinely panicked, like they were just as afraid as I was.
My dad was standing up now, rigidly, still holding pieces of the broken mug in his hand. My mom was still sitting at the table, frozen in her chair.
There was one horrible moment, when none of us moved an inch or spoke a word.
Then, my mom put a shaking hand over her mouth. Her voice was the only sound that broke the silence, as she choked out: “No … Oh, no.”
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Hmm.. let's see. I WOULD type up this story im writing in my LA notebook, but I'm way too lazy...So instead, I'm going to write a random paragraph.
A tall figure walked down a dank hallway, his shoes clicking on the metallic floors. Lights flickered overhead and a scraping noise became louder as the man neared teh end of the hallway. He placed his hand on the brass door knob of the steel door in front of him and let out a quiet sigh, before opening it. He blinked as an array of sounds came to his ears-- hissing, growling, snarling, crying, banging. It was all familiar to him, though, as he approached another long hallway. However, this room had a long line of cages inside the blank walls. Creatures occupied these spaces, both of this Earth and not.
But what the man focused his attention on was the furhtermost cage, where an average-looking woman sat. Her black hair hung over her shoulders, hiding her bare chest and she looked up at him with bright red eyes like rubies.
He smirked slightly, amused by the anger in her expression. "Hello, Lilith,"
x_.R.A.Y.A.N.A._x wrote: "Hmm.. let's see. I WOULD type up this story im writing in my LA notebook, but I'm way too lazy...So instead, I'm going to write a random paragraph.
A tall figure walked down a dank hallway, hi..."
I like the name Lilith.
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "okay here's something from this story i started and never got around to continuing w/it ... called The Zenith ...“Honey, you look sick,” my mom said.
“I’m fine,” I repeated.
Now my dad was ..."
I remember when you sent that to me :D It was amazing!! I hope you continue it sometime!!
x_.R.A.Y.A.N.A._x wrote: "Hmm.. let's see. I WOULD type up this story im writing in my LA notebook, but I'm way too lazy...So instead, I'm going to write a random paragraph.
A tall figure walked down a dank hallway, hi..."
GAAAH!! AMAZINGNESSS XD
aN, actually, Lilith is the name of Adam's first wife, but she was banished out of the Garden of Eden and forced to live in a cave where she gave birth to many demons.Sella, Thanks :D
woow never heard of Lilith before . . .
Lol, I learned that from reading a book about demons ><And the reason she got banished was cuz since she was made from the same dust as Adam, she thought she was equal to him (which is true, but apparantly it was a bad thing to think for women...stupid sexists..)
it's kind of hilarious to think about actually . . .
I am beginning to think life is a twisted up game of chess. I seem to be God's pawn. He shoves me, thoughtlessly into dangerous situatuions, hoping no one sees me. Yet, every round he looses me. I am nothing to him, not important what so ever. It's a shame, I doubt I'll make it across the board without him sacrifacing me. I'll have to watch the rest of the battle from the sidelines, never able to say 'check mate'.
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She snorted into the phone. “I didn’t call to ask for any money.”
That surprised me. “Really, then why did you call?”
“I … hmm … good question.”
“A good question deserves an answer,” I responded with that fake cheeriness waiters and waitresses put on when they’re forced into singing happy birthday for some person—who most of the time doesn’t want to be sung to.
I know, it’s a real shock, right?
Like, who wouldn’t want to be sung happy birthday to on their birthday by a group of amateur singers?
x_.R.A.Y.A.N.A._x wrote: "Lol, I learned that from reading a book about demons ><And the reason she got banished was cuz since she was made from the same dust as Adam, she thought she was equal to him (which is true, bu..."
Strange. But I still like that name. Even though it's a demon-like name.
x_.R.A.Y.A.N.A._x wrote: "aN, actually, Lilith is the name of Adam's first wife, but she was banished out of the Garden of Eden and forced to live in a cave where she gave birth to many demons.Sella, Thanks :D"
Omg, seriously? I never knew that...haha
x_.R.A.Y.A.N.A._x wrote: "Lol, I learned that from reading a book about demons ><And the reason she got banished was cuz since she was made from the same dust as Adam, she thought she was equal to him (which is true, bu..."
Ugh. I hate sexist people...*growls*
Kenzie wrote: "I was re-reading over part of Reawakened Soul's sequel today and had to put this up. It just made me laugh. :)She snorted into the phone. “I didn’t call to ask for any money.”
That surprised me...."
Lol!!! That part was hilarious. I LOVE daniel's sense of humor!!! :D
I know, he has humor everywhere!
Kenzie wrote: "Alright, sent you Reawakened Soul, Brigid. Enjoy! Let me know if you liked the ending. :)"thanks!! i'll get back to ya when i'm done. :)
Sella wrote: "♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "okay here's something from this story i started and never got around to continuing w/it ... called The Zenith ...“Honey, you look sick,” my mom said.
“I’m fine,” I repeated..."
haha yeahhh if i ever find some time in my hectic crazy insane writing schedule, and if i get any more ideas for it in the first place. lol!
Krista sat in her room. her time here had been hard, new school, more kids, different every thing. she sighed. she was so tired. the last thing she saw before she felt sleep rush to her was her raw amethyst.
I wanted to rip my hair out in frustration. Why must everything be so hard? Yes, I had waited until three days before when it needed to be done. But still! Everything difficult happened to me. Why? WHY?
♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "Sella wrote: "♥ Brigid ♥ wrote: "okay here's something from this story i started and never got around to continuing w/it ... called The Zenith ...“Honey, you look sick,” my mom said.
“I’m fin..."
yay! :D
Here's something I wrote as randomness, once. It may sound really strange to you all, but I'd like to ask you all not to use it, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to.The blender was the dragon, grinding and growling, chewing the spinach into mush, spinning it around and around. And I was the spinach, being ground up, squashed, and spun around. Having to go through the dragon's powerful jaws over and over again. And the really crazy thing was, was that I was doing nothing to stop it, willingly letting the hungry dragon consume me.
Here's something from Chapter Five of Life in D Minor. It's a bit long, sorry.Now extremely curious, I cautiously slip into my parents' room, my movements as quiet as I can make them. Slowly, I creep across the thick carpet. ''Ima?'' I call again, my eyes wide, but again, there is no response.
My heart hammers with adrenaline and fear. The little voice in my head tells me to leave right away, but I don't listen. I know I shouldn't be in here, and I know I will regret it severely if I get caught, but I don't care. I want to know what's going on.
I reach the bed, and from there I scan the tiny room. An instant later, the truth is apparent to me: there isn't a soul in here.
Where the hell is my mother?
I don't know, and I'm not going to discover it by lingering in this forbidden room. I don't want to find out what Ima or Abba will do to me if they find me here, so I hurriedly sneak towards the door. I am halfway there when my foot hits something - something that makes a loud CLANK that reverberates through my ears.
I look down at the thing that my foot ran into, and a gasp escapes my lips.
It is a bottle. A beer bottle.
I let the music fill me up, masking all emotion. I let myself go in that music. I couldn't take reality anymore. It was so much easier to live in the lyrics. To control what I felt, what I heard, who I was. So I let go.
I sit on my bed wondering what happens if I love him. He was such a stranger to me, but I still knew him better then any of his friends. I'd talked to him every day, and I wished I could see him even more. I think maybe I am wrong in that last thought. He is not a stranger to me, but a stranger to his 'friends'. Then I wonder if tha tmakes me his only true friend. And I hope one day that willl lead to me being his only true love. It is quite pathetic that I've fallen so deeply. When I fall to my pillow I only think of what happens when he will speak tommorrow. tommorrow he will be even less a stranger.
I sit here and wonder if it's all worth it. I could just walk away right now. But then what kind of person would that prove me to be. What's the difference between this and everything else I've ever done. The difference is that I care. For the first time in my life I feel, I have emotions. I'm not one of them anymore.
oooh all such good paragraphs!! ^_^
here's something from Reborn!!!“I know where he is.”
The three of us whirled around, startled, facing the source of the voice. And when we saw who it was, we all froze.
“Clio,” I breathed.
She stood stiffly in front of us, her arms at her sides with her hands clenched into fists. I watched as she looked from Ismene to Zephyr, until her gaze finally fell on me, and stayed. Her eyes gleamed strangely with anxiety. The sight confused me.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, since there was no one I wanted to face less at the moment.
“You heard me,” she said quietly. “I know where he is. I can show you the way. But I don’t think we have much time.”
I slowly turned my eyes away from my sister, glancing at Ismene and at Zephyr in turn. When I saw that they were just as puzzled and shocked by this as I was, I looked back at Clio, and asked the obvious: “Why should we trust you?”
Her eyes were cold, and her voice was even colder. “Because if you don’t trust me, then he’s going to die.”
amazing!! gaah, i miss reborn!! i can't wait until you start writing reverse again :D but i love edge too!!
thanks!! ^_^