The Brightest Days Form the Darkest Shadows- Chapter 1b. A Monotonous Existence
Not far from the spot where Maria had stood under the canopy of arching trees to shield herself from the steady rain, was a little abandoned farmhouse. It was a crusted old thing, with an overgrown garden and soot-blackened windows. Nobody bothered with the place anymore- it was almost worthless; ancient and crumbling, it stood silent, defending itself from the pouring rain. Only the mice and other forest-creature inhabitants appreciated the house for its shelter and solitude.
A particularly young mouse-buck, tired of being cooped up in the house and hungry for food, emerged from a small gap in the crumbling wall. He shivered at the freezing rain, skittered to the ground and paused under an upturned crate, before dashing towards the overgrown foliage that surrounded the abandoned cottage.
He didn’t get far.
Sudden, lightening fast foot-falls behind him caused the chuột to shoot off in an entirely new direction, blind panic clouding his senses. Like a blanket of night, a huge shadow dropped over him and he found himself scooped up in iron-hard hands and swept through the air, squeaking in distress.
“Gotcha!” cried a voice, high, harsh and triumphant. A single pinch of the little mouse’s throat followed bởi a high pitch call of laughter and the alabaster-skinned man dropped the limp corpse onto the muddy track.
“Daeht, will bạn quit messing around and do something useful!” A một giây man suddenly stood behind the first. On first glance, the two appeared to be brothers; their skin was exactly the same bland white, their faces perfect, poised and defiantly beautiful. They even had the same eye colour, a colour that no human could possibly have: deep scarlet. However, subtle differences lined their features: slightly raised cheekbones hoặc a thêm prominent jaw. The một giây was slightly taller than the first, his hair jet black as opposed to the lustrous brown silk of the first.
“Just a bit of fun-“ the one named Daeht protested, but the black-haired one shook his head.
“We know why we’re here, now help me search.” Daeht grumbled under his breath, but followed his kin-brother up the dirt track.
Eyran, for that was the một giây man’s name, pushed on the wood of the low door set in the stone tường of the cottage. It was soggy and splintering with age; some of the edges had been nibbled away bởi the woodland inhabitants, and yet it would not budge. Eyran sighed, reached up and forcefully yanked the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the door. It splintered savagely, spraying the two men with numerous chunks of rotted wood.
Daeht casually flicked a splinter of his shoulder.
“You had to do that, didn’t you?”
Eyran merely responded with a low growl and entered the cottage. Daeht snickered and followed him.
Both men shot a quick glance at their surroundings in a nonchalant manner as if raiding abandoned cottages was something ordinary and uninteresting. The musty smell stung their nostrils, and the scuttling sounds of hundreds of creatures within the dank walls filled their powerful ears.
“I can smell her,” Daeht suddenly whispered. Eyran nodded.
“Yes, she was here. Let’s chẻ, phân chia, split up and search.”
Both nodded once and vanished in different directions within the cottage, ransacking furniture and upsetting nests made bởi refuge-seeking animals, that quickly darted off into the further darkness to escape this sudden intrude into their home.
After an giờ of furious hunting, Daeht and Eyran returned to the dim hallway. Daeht was seething.
“We were so close,” he spat and punched a wall. He pulled his fist back to reveal a small, cracking dent in the stone. Eyran laid a calming hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off.
“At least we know she was here.” Daeht wasn’t having it.
“She could’ve hidden the damn thing anywhere,” he shrieked. “We could tìm kiếm every single damn place on this god-forsaken island and still never find it.” He began to pace. “I don’t know whether she thought she was being clever- hiding it away where no-one could find it! I. Want. It. Now!”
With an almighty lung lay, swing of his arm, Daeht slammed his fist into the tường for the một giây time that afternoon. This time the tường shook with the blow and a dark crack formed up the stone, splitting and dividing like ice on a Nữ hoàng băng giá pond. Eyran clapped a hand onto Daeht’s shoulder. Daeht ignored it, too stunned to speak.
“Well done, my brother,” đã đưa ý kiến Eyran sarcastically. He gripped Daeht’s arm and yanked him out of the wrecked front door giây before the entire building collapsed with an enormous rumble and creak of timber.
ngẫu nhiên blah #1: Death
As I was nghề viết văn this, I came to realise that the word 'death' can actually be an anagram of the word 'hated'. I don't know whether death is something to be hated and feared. To me, death is not so, death is the tiếp theo step on each our own paths to our eternal homes. But don't think me superstitious, I don't follow nonsense about black mèo and four-leaf clovers. However, I feel that we all must accept our fates and do our utmost to excel in this life before we step to the next. ♥
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Not far from the spot where Maria had stood under the canopy of arching trees to shield herself from the steady rain, was a little abandoned farmhouse. It was a crusted old thing, with an overgrown garden and soot-blackened windows. Nobody bothered with the place anymore- it was almost worthless; ancient and crumbling, it stood silent, defending itself from the pouring rain. Only the mice and other forest-creature inhabitants appreciated the house for its shelter and solitude.
A particularly young mouse-buck, tired of being cooped up in the house and hungry for food, emerged from a small gap in the crumbling wall. He shivered at the freezing rain, skittered to the ground and paused under an upturned crate, before dashing towards the overgrown foliage that surrounded the abandoned cottage.
He didn’t get far.
Sudden, lightening fast foot-falls behind him caused the chuột to shoot off in an entirely new direction, blind panic clouding his senses. Like a blanket of night, a huge shadow dropped over him and he found himself scooped up in iron-hard hands and swept through the air, squeaking in distress.
“Gotcha!” cried a voice, high, harsh and triumphant. A single pinch of the little mouse’s throat followed bởi a high pitch call of laughter and the alabaster-skinned man dropped the limp corpse onto the muddy track.
“Daeht, will bạn quit messing around and do something useful!” A một giây man suddenly stood behind the first. On first glance, the two appeared to be brothers; their skin was exactly the same bland white, their faces perfect, poised and defiantly beautiful. They even had the same eye colour, a colour that no human could possibly have: deep scarlet. However, subtle differences lined their features: slightly raised cheekbones hoặc a thêm prominent jaw. The một giây was slightly taller than the first, his hair jet black as opposed to the lustrous brown silk of the first.
“Just a bit of fun-“ the one named Daeht protested, but the black-haired one shook his head.
“We know why we’re here, now help me search.” Daeht grumbled under his breath, but followed his kin-brother up the dirt track.
Eyran, for that was the một giây man’s name, pushed on the wood of the low door set in the stone tường of the cottage. It was soggy and splintering with age; some of the edges had been nibbled away bởi the woodland inhabitants, and yet it would not budge. Eyran sighed, reached up and forcefully yanked the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the door. It splintered savagely, spraying the two men with numerous chunks of rotted wood.
Daeht casually flicked a splinter of his shoulder.
“You had to do that, didn’t you?”
Eyran merely responded with a low growl and entered the cottage. Daeht snickered and followed him.
Both men shot a quick glance at their surroundings in a nonchalant manner as if raiding abandoned cottages was something ordinary and uninteresting. The musty smell stung their nostrils, and the scuttling sounds of hundreds of creatures within the dank walls filled their powerful ears.
“I can smell her,” Daeht suddenly whispered. Eyran nodded.
“Yes, she was here. Let’s chẻ, phân chia, split up and search.”
Both nodded once and vanished in different directions within the cottage, ransacking furniture and upsetting nests made bởi refuge-seeking animals, that quickly darted off into the further darkness to escape this sudden intrude into their home.
After an giờ of furious hunting, Daeht and Eyran returned to the dim hallway. Daeht was seething.
“We were so close,” he spat and punched a wall. He pulled his fist back to reveal a small, cracking dent in the stone. Eyran laid a calming hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off.
“At least we know she was here.” Daeht wasn’t having it.
“She could’ve hidden the damn thing anywhere,” he shrieked. “We could tìm kiếm every single damn place on this god-forsaken island and still never find it.” He began to pace. “I don’t know whether she thought she was being clever- hiding it away where no-one could find it! I. Want. It. Now!”
With an almighty lung lay, swing of his arm, Daeht slammed his fist into the tường for the một giây time that afternoon. This time the tường shook with the blow and a dark crack formed up the stone, splitting and dividing like ice on a Nữ hoàng băng giá pond. Eyran clapped a hand onto Daeht’s shoulder. Daeht ignored it, too stunned to speak.
“Well done, my brother,” đã đưa ý kiến Eyran sarcastically. He gripped Daeht’s arm and yanked him out of the wrecked front door giây before the entire building collapsed with an enormous rumble and creak of timber.
ngẫu nhiên blah #1: Death
As I was nghề viết văn this, I came to realise that the word 'death' can actually be an anagram of the word 'hated'. I don't know whether death is something to be hated and feared. To me, death is not so, death is the tiếp theo step on each our own paths to our eternal homes. But don't think me superstitious, I don't follow nonsense about black mèo and four-leaf clovers. However, I feel that we all must accept our fates and do our utmost to excel in this life before we step to the next. ♥
IMPORTANT
If bạn would like to read the tiếp theo 'chapter' in Brayarsha, then bạn will have to access it from my page -> activity. For some reason, 1c cannot be searched, and I have no idea why. Lina xx
bạn can also click this:
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“Taylor Lautner and Kristen Stewart are among the first to xác nhận that they’ll be attending, making the pair a recurring feature on the red carpet (remember their adorable joint presentation of a “scary movie”-themed feature at last year’s Academy Awards?), and they’ll be in good company with a host of other celebs including Zac Efron, Taylor Swift, Emma Roberts, Leighton Meester, and Mila Kunis. ”
Other người nổi tiếng tend to walk the red carpet, so be on the lookout for thêm names to be at the hiển thị on January 5th. Twilight was up for a ton of awards, expect Taylor and Kristen to pick up a few as well as possibly be presenters.
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"humans humans don't know when to stop talking" jane đã đưa ý kiến looking a the 3 girls screaming for help but no one bothered because jane đã đưa ý kiến they were crazy and runaways too.then were in the lobbey of the clocktower were jane's humans that were so stuiped to work there were,then asoon a s we walk into the doors in the doors i never want to go in, there the leaders sat looking at the waiting for me to come then smiled when i walked in frowning.
wat will happen next? will bella live hoặc die?