Marriot Ch 14Chapter 14: Amberlyn Amberlyn? I looked up and my breath caught in my throat. Standing before me was a more feminine, mirror image of....me. Her choppy short bark colored hair fell above her pale shoulders that were slightly covered by her violet striped t-shirt. Her crystal blue eyes resembled mine perfectly -getting darker as it neared the sclera-, she wore tight ebony jeans, indigo All Star converses, brightly colored bracelets, and a bag that resembled a stereo. Popping out of the bag was the head of a lilac crocheted rabbit with a little white bow around it's right ear. I remembered that rabbit. "Amby~! What's your favorite color?" "
Marriot TidBit 4: A Perfect Day In Fall I watched as Maddox stared up at the sky, smiling peacefully like it had been his first time outside. His pale hand rested on the grass beside my own; once I thought about it, the color of the grass strongly resembled the eyes of my family members. We all had that 'fresh cut grass' color one way or another, even my mother with her deep mossy eyes. If the light hit them just right, it was there. I remembered my Aunt Elanore would painfully joke around that the reason Reese's eyes and hair were the color they are is from having grass and dirt kicked in his face when we were younger and it just stuck around after awhile. It was small memories
Marriot TidBit 3: The RibbonReed's P.O.VThis would happen sometime in November...You'll see whyI walked down the stairs to face a snickering Kelsie, Maddox, and Amberlyn. Oh god, why do I have the feeling something bad's about to happen? "Hey-ya!" Kelsie shouted then motioned me over to where they stood. "Hi?" I said confusedly. "So~ wanna know my big~ idea?" Kelsie giggled and looked at Maddox. My eyes widened "What did you do to him?" "Nothing dummy!" Kelsie hit my arm and I looked back at Maddox, his innocent smile making my heart pound. "Just look!" Amberlyn shouted while lifting up Maddox's shirt. His and my own face turned bright red as I stared at his feminin
The Hours Ch 9Chapter 9: Lucifer Daneheart I opened my eyes to see my own mother blocking off Blood's father. " Lucifer! Leave my daughter alone! We want no business with the likes of you!" Lucifer.....Lucifer Daneheart. He backed away with a vicious smile. " Clara, Clara. Aren't you looking as radiant as ever." He stated laughing slightly. " She doesn't listen...A daughter should be punished when they miss behave. You clearly haven't taught her anything..She couldn't even protect herself! What a pathetic excuse for a witch." " Lucifer. My family hasn't done a single thing to you." " Your family hasn't done anything to me? Bullshit. Your family is wort
The Hours Ch 8Chapter 8: Serena and Blood's Past I wasn't sure when I returned home, or when I had fallen asleep. But when I awoke, Blood wasn't there. I replayed everything that happened the night before in my head. Blood came to my room, we went to Serena's, Serena's an angel, they had a past together....And that's when I remembered I still had to go to school. " Hope? You awake?" Aura asked poking her head into my room already dressed and ready for school. " Mama said to come straight home today. She said that she wants to start training you again." " Training? That's what she calls it? Pummeling me to death is training in her eyes?" I got out of bed
The Hours Ch. 7Chapter 7: Serena I woke up to knocking on my window. I groaned as I made my way towards my window to open it. " Hope. Come with me." I heard Blood's voice but the young man in front of me didn't look like Blood. He was paler than the Blood I knew, with crimson eyes, snow white hair, his piercings were no longer there, and his ears were pointed slightly. " Come on already." When he spoke I could tell that he had fangs like a vampire " I-is it really you?" I asked as the fear began to rise inside me. He could be some murderer sent here to kill me. Or maybe Blood has an evil twin! " Yes Hope. It's my....It's my half-demon form....Now hurry up
Malice In Murderland Ch 1Chapter 1: Down The Hole I kept my eyes shut and headphones in as I let 'The Drug In Me Is You' by 'Falling In Reverse' fill my head during the pep rally at Striker High School. " Malice! Malice!" I barely heard over the music playing in my ears. " Malice!" My best friend Ashton yelled pulling my headphones out. His spiked black hair went well with his new hypnotic swirled double zero gauges. " What is it Ashton?!" " Come on Mal. Let's get out of here." His big brown eyes shined with excitement. We snuck out of the crowd of people and left the school. Sometimes I think me and Ashton are really the only normal ones here. We
Janet Final ChapterChapter 5: Janet " All I wanted was a friend. No one ever wanted to play with me. They might have…If I would have given them a chance…..I'm sorry Molly. You played with me and were a true friend. I'm truly sorry. I'm sorry Sierra….Maybe you would've warmed up to me…Just maybe. I'm sorry Lyndsey…..I know you were just trying to give that girl a toy….I shouldn't have killed you for giving me away…..And Morgan….Thank you…Thank you for ending my tirade. Thank you…You saved yourself and your father from me. I was going to kill you both…Thank you….So much." The doll laid motionless on
Janet Ch. 4Chapter 4: Morgan " Dad, did you hear about the strange murder last month?" " The Lyndsey Smith case? Yeah I was on that one." Morgan and her father sat at the kitchen table. " Did you ever find the killer?" " No we're still investigating." " Oh." " Well I'm about to go to the office. Do you want me to take you to practice?" " Um no. Michelle's mom said she'd pick me up." " Okay sweetie. I love you." " Love ya too dad." Mr. Drake walked out the front door and Morgan opened the box that had been on the table since her father had checked the mail. " A doll?" Morgan pulled the doll out the box. The features were flawless, big blue eyes, an
Janet Ch 3Chapter 3: LyndseyTo whom ever finds me,My name is Janet and I am a perfect toy for people of all ages.I will be your best friend when you have no one else so please take me home with you.Love, Janet Lyndsey read the card attached to the doll's wrist and stared at Janet's blue eyes. " Mom I found a doll outside! I was thinking we could sell it at the yard sale next week." " Okay Lyndsey." Mrs. Smith said carrying a box into the living room. " Janet. What a weird name for a doll." Lyndsey carried the doll upstairs and put it in a box. " Lyndsey! Don't leave me!" " W…What was that?" Lyndsey looked down at the box. Did I just
Janet Ch 2Chapter 2: Sierra " Mom what is this?" Sierra asked looking at the doll in front of her. " I found it laying outside of our door earlier this morning. It had a card saying that her name is Janet and that she's a good best friend." " And you're saying that it's mine now? Mom I don't want it." " Well just keep it Sierra it'll be fine." " Sierra don't tear it apart while I'm at the store." Mrs. Manning said as she walked to the door. " Your father will be here in a few minutes to pick you up." " Okay Mom." And then the door shut. " Why did Mom have to bring in such a kiddy doll. I'm ten not four." " Sierra it's okay. I'm a big girl toy."
The CarouselYou're a carouselAlways going in circlesUp and downWith the attitude of a wooden horseYour queasy rotationHas me in a dazeThe vibrant colorsHypnotizing meThe overly cheerful musicPermanently implanted in my brainReminding me of simpler timesWhen I allowed the tune to consume meThe spinning grows faster,Music louder, moods changing into rageI start to lose grip and slip offBut at some pointI know you have to stop
Tick TockTick tockTick tockThe clock callsTick tockTick tockTick tockYou answerTick tockYou wish to meet the man behind the handsTick tockHe echos backTick tockHe yearns to know you as wellTick tockYou break into his shellTick tockAnd you see his true faceTick tockHe's not what you expectedTick tockYou're disappointedTick tockYou feel disgustedTick tockYou run from himTick tockHe's left to call out in the darknessTick tockHe rusts into silenceTick tockTick tockTick tockTick.....
StaringSitting and staringDo you think you intimidate me?Judging with those eyesAs I sit here quietlyIs it because I'm further ahead?Is it because I have no work to do and you do?Or perhaps you want my attentionBut why would that matter to you?You look away when I look upLike a petty school girl would with a crushYou're not interestedEven if you were, I sure wouldn't beWe made eye contact and you broke it instantlyLike you were looking for a distractionYou watch as I carelessly glide my pencil across the pageWriting these words about you
TestingThe days go by and each day I am filled with more worry.Will I pass?Will I make it in time?Will I have to retake them all?If I tap my pencil too loud,Will I be kicked out?If I catch a coldI won't be able to rescheduleI sit here shakingAs anxiety takes overI feel that every answer will be wrongI don't think I'll graduateWith each passing momentThe weight grows strongerI'm afraid and no longer confidentWill I wake up tomorrow and be unpreparedNo matter how much I studyAnd how much I practiceI just feel like I'm going backwardsTurning into that little girl that always got F's
Heading For DisasterDid you knowEverything I wantIs youAlways right beside meYes youAnd everything I seeIs youIs you----And I slipAnd I fallAnd I lose it, lose it allAnd I pray for youTo notice what I could be,to youSomewhere deep inside you know, it's trueWe're just falling fasterHeading for disaster with youCan't you seeThat you and her aren't meantTo beShe uses you and youDon't seeThe knight or slave pick whoYou'll beYou'll be----And I slipAnd I fallAnd I lose it, lose it allAnd I pray for youTo notice what I could be,to youSomewhere deep inside you know, it's trueWe're just falling fasterH
Complete(Unison)So give me your handAnd come with meYou don't haveTo know anythingGive me a chance andLet us be--Complete(1st person)All of these feelingsI feel insideHas me emptyThough we're still aliveMy heart is beatingBut I need--Your Love(2nd person)You don't understandWhat love isIt won't be betterWith a single kissDon't act likeYou even know--The truth(Unison)So give me your handAnd come with meYou don't haveTo know anythingGive me a chance andLet us be--Complete(1st person)You say I don'tKnow the truthBut the truth is whatI'm telling youI Love You MoreThan I could--
The Day You Refused To Hold My HandThe Day You Refused To Hold My HandWill you take my hand, And hold it tightAnd let me fall, As I die, This is the endI'm never waking up againForget-Me-Nots and lullabiesYou feel my pain, It makes you cryI have to go, I tried to tell you soScream my nameYou knew it from the startI'm sorry, I'm sorryWith you I'd never part, but My plans came to an endThe day you, the day youRefused to hold my handNow as you take her hand, And hold it tightI see you think of me, I hear you sighIts not the sameIts guilt and you're the one to blameYou leave her there, With a blank stareYou're walking to my graveAnd I can fe
One WorldLoved one's drifting away, cast out to sea. Lost among the waves of our misery. In a state of tradegy, as the city bleeds. Will you simply stare, or will you rescue me?Renew our hope something to believe in. All we need is a helping hand. Lost in remnants of a city's past. One world can change it fast. We need one world. One wish. One shooting star to cross our path and deliver us from our anguish.One world. Unite for one world.We're scared to take a breath, and there's nothing left. Just the sight of death and debris. No food and no, home we feel so alone. Will you rescue me?The tears and the sorrow, we fear for tomor
Things About Me 1Well. Let me start off by saying this is just a list explaining a few things plus some random shit about me.I don't like ignoring people. I do read everything someone sends me, but I honestly feel uncomfortable talking to people sometimes. I would love to but it's like...Like I feel like somewhere along the lines I'll seriously piss off someone on accident or make them hate me because of my opinions. I dunno.I have no confidence in myself at all. Usually people think I say "I'm fat" or "I wish I was beautiful" for attention. But it's not. I honestly feel that way. I think I'm hideous.I want to be a writer but I feel like my writing is t
My Favorite ThingsNight skies and butterflies,Puppies and kittens,Swirly chairs and lamps,Shoes and fluffy things with mittensStarbucks Coffee, ice-cream, and wafflesYouTube, funny jokes, and new colored pencils,Crisp paper of a fresh sketch padWatching old movies and spending time with my dadMy Xbox 360 playing zombie shooters,Silverstein albums and MP3 Players,Morgue the sword swallower and Finn the human,Kiddy cartoon and murder investigationCatching Pokemon and Minecraft swords,Finding Bigfoot and King of the Nerds,Freakshow, Immortalized, The Big Bang Theory,Lying in bed with my mom watching Tom & JerryBooks, Magazines, and Newspaper L
Writing and MeWriting has always been a passion of mine. Even before I realized it, I think it was always there. Creating characters and writing conversations they would have together. But when I was younger I thought it was boring. Well I was in elementary school and I don’t think anyone else liked language arts and reading either. But uh yeah.When I was in 5th grade, my best friend moved away. I started a story a week later. I wrote every day. It wasn’t great….Or any good at all, but I loved doing it. I wrote that one story until the end of 5th grade, maybe a little into the summer, and then I re-read it and hated it. Discarding it a
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