He kissed bạn slowly, and the feeling of tình yêu drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And bạn went further on.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
bạn walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much thêm different than the other.
bạn enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
bạn shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. bạn grab the dao, con dao under your giường from when bạn were eating dưa hấu and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. bạn can’t control it. bạn walk out your door and towards the person bạn love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. bạn lift the dao, con dao into the air and try to hold back. bạn fingers cringe, trying to press the dao, con dao against his neck.
bạn feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. bạn let out a quiet sigh and smile. bạn are glad that bạn didn’t kill. bạn slowly lose grip of the dao, con dao and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the dao, con dao is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that bạn are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
bạn begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” bạn whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” bạn whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, hiển thị he would be gone any second.
bạn run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I tình yêu you.” bạn say slyly and step away from the body.
Once i was having a ngày dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 năm old was nghề viết văn a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are bạn doing here?," she asked. "I tình yêu the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner bạn guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came bởi the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came bởi the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a người hâm mộ fiction of the novel, Darker Still, bởi Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in tình yêu with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present ngày New York, 13 năm old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced bởi a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed thêm often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in tình yêu with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present ngày New York, 13 năm old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced bởi a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed thêm often. But is that really best?
How I long to be back in my sweet haven,
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I tình yêu being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
hoặc get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.
Covered in blankets,
Replenished with water and the works,
Right now.
But.
I am not always so lucky to have one
For I am not your regular kid
Who always is lucky to have everything
For...
I am not a kid
I am not a person with a home
I am...
An infamous vagabond
Known for many cases of murder
And everything that I consider to be
My hobby.
I tình yêu being a bad vagabond.
Being bad's how I live.
So live with it.
hoặc get killed.
This.
Very.
Instant.