There it was, that fuzzy warm glowing light I always had dreams about... Except this time, I knew it was for real. I was so close! But then I felt something sting into my arm, slowly filling my veins with a warm and yet stinging fluid. What was this? Suddenly I was being pulled back into the world I once knew, and once hated.
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a một giây it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking down upon me appearing to be an angel, was one of them. But I knew not to be fooled bởi his looks. I sat up and scooted away, realization he had been caressing my cheek.
I stared at him, my chest aching from my heart’s quickened pace. I knew Panicking wasn’t the option around them, but I just couldn’t help myself. It took all my might not to gather myself to run when he slowly brought his hand near me, I know he was making sure I didn’t run. Then, suddenly, he jerked my wrist towards him, and looked at my Identification scarred into my skin.
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He looked at me, and my tim, trái tim stopped when I saw the emotion in his piercing turquoise eyes. He was one of them, wasn’t he? He looked like one of them, I mean a bit smaller than the average, yet I could still see the outline of abs through his black shirt. I could also tell bởi his eye color and the way his silver hair framed his pale yet handsome face. Plus, as I looked down at the health vial, I realized no Human could ever get their hands on one of those without going through the city. And if a human were to access the city freely, then that would be illegal and they would be hunted down immediately.
Yet, he had saved me, he had the tim, trái tim to save me. His thinking process was not like any other Hunter’s, obviously.
In a pitying voice, he asked, “You’re two weeks Thirteen?” I swallowed, nodding yes to his question. He just kept staring at my wrist, not bothering to look me in the eye.
Shakily I asked him, “Wh-Who are you?”
Finally, he looked up at me. “I’m Payne Marbello.”
My tim, trái tim stopped and I got in a crouching position. Despite my lack of air, I dare glared at him, “The Marbello family?” I growled, then I spat at him, not thinking of my actions.
I jumped, holding myself up bởi one hand as I swung my leg towards his head and planted my foot into his face. Just as he fell backwards, blood gushed from his new-found wound.
I grabbed him bởi the cổ áo of his clothing, a nice long black and silver cloak, and pinned him against the maze wall. I quickly grabbed his hunting weapon. With finger on the trigger, I held it to his head. I glared my way into his soul and In a thêm dangerous tone than before, I repeated,
“The Marbello family?”
My eyes flew open and everything was blurry. For a một giây it felt like I couldn’t breathe but then I gasped and air filled my lungs. It felt like a giant brick had been lifted from my chest.
I breathed a little shakily and looked around. Standing perched before me, looking down upon me appearing to be an angel, was one of them. But I knew not to be fooled bởi his looks. I sat up and scooted away, realization he had been caressing my cheek.
I stared at him, my chest aching from my heart’s quickened pace. I knew Panicking wasn’t the option around them, but I just couldn’t help myself. It took all my might not to gather myself to run when he slowly brought his hand near me, I know he was making sure I didn’t run. Then, suddenly, he jerked my wrist towards him, and looked at my Identification scarred into my skin.
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He looked at me, and my tim, trái tim stopped when I saw the emotion in his piercing turquoise eyes. He was one of them, wasn’t he? He looked like one of them, I mean a bit smaller than the average, yet I could still see the outline of abs through his black shirt. I could also tell bởi his eye color and the way his silver hair framed his pale yet handsome face. Plus, as I looked down at the health vial, I realized no Human could ever get their hands on one of those without going through the city. And if a human were to access the city freely, then that would be illegal and they would be hunted down immediately.
Yet, he had saved me, he had the tim, trái tim to save me. His thinking process was not like any other Hunter’s, obviously.
In a pitying voice, he asked, “You’re two weeks Thirteen?” I swallowed, nodding yes to his question. He just kept staring at my wrist, not bothering to look me in the eye.
Shakily I asked him, “Wh-Who are you?”
Finally, he looked up at me. “I’m Payne Marbello.”
My tim, trái tim stopped and I got in a crouching position. Despite my lack of air, I dare glared at him, “The Marbello family?” I growled, then I spat at him, not thinking of my actions.
I jumped, holding myself up bởi one hand as I swung my leg towards his head and planted my foot into his face. Just as he fell backwards, blood gushed from his new-found wound.
I grabbed him bởi the cổ áo of his clothing, a nice long black and silver cloak, and pinned him against the maze wall. I quickly grabbed his hunting weapon. With finger on the trigger, I held it to his head. I glared my way into his soul and In a thêm dangerous tone than before, I repeated,
“The Marbello family?”
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the ngày my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some ngày I hope his tim, trái tim gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the ngày my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some ngày I hope his tim, trái tim gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She đã đưa ý kiến the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any thêm frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey bạn guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey
This is just a preview image of a lovely Gothic Lolita, but not the same outlook as the girl described in this short -short- story :)
Are bạn bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime bạn serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, tham gia this nghề viết văn compeition! I will danh sách five ngẫu nhiên genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all bạn have to do is write a short story from a genre hoặc theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. người hâm mộ Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. anime (For người hâm mộ Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 các điểm thưởng and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. người hâm mộ Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. anime (For người hâm mộ Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 các điểm thưởng and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him bởi the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have thêm energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him bởi the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have thêm energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
