For our next post we are going to look back at our previous posts and think about what it would mean to develop our individual voices in the blogsphere. Below are some questions to consider, but choose the ones that resonate with you most and expand on them. The goal of this post is to reflect on the voices in our posts, and think about what type of blog we would think about creating outside of this classroom, using our personal voices.
Is there a post you wrote up that you think resonates most as your preferred style of writing for blogging?
I dont really know. I put a poem or two on here and a copuple stories (that i want forced to do). I could say that they resonate most as my preffered style of writing. But i dont like blogging.
Is there a particular topic or theme we've explored, or not explored, that you would consider to utilize as a central theme for your overall blog? Would you use it for journaling? Writing and critiquing poetry? Discussing politics? Ranting about society's flaws? Celebrating musicians or artists that you admire? Some other theme?
I used Bush alot in my blogs. I so hate him. He was pretty much the center of my blogging. Well him and black people. I wouldnt use blogging for journaling. Thats wat a journal is for. Duh! I could rant about societys flaws on here. but then again i do that everywhere.
Who would your audience be? Would you write for your peers, adults, or yourself? What would be the end goal of your blog?
My audience would be emo kids maybe. President Bush haters, people who like youtube. I dont know. I would definetally not write for adults. they just woudnt like what i have to say about anything. Because im honest and they wouldnt like my honesty at all. I say whats on my mind and i hold nothing back. I caould write for myself too i guess. BUt why would i write a bunch of personal stuff on the web? it's just not smart.
What strategies would you use to really "own" your blog? What would you incorporate that you might not have incorporated due to any present limitations?
I own my blog now. I created it. so it's mine. that is all the owning of this thing that i plan on having.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
This one is about the presidential elections, racism.... AND BUSH!!!!!!!
I think that the presidential elections are bull. politics in general are bull. They keep on finding ways to keep the black population from being able to vote. Do u kno how many black people get arrested by police for sometimes no reason at all? do u kno that u cant vote if u have a felony? U have a felony, u cant vote. Simple as that. Now how many people to u suspect have felonies. Go on, count it up in ur head. Now think about it, how many of those people do u think are black? Yea, u c wat im talking about rite? How many white people do u think have felonies? asians? hispanics? well i wouldnt even really include hispanics. I would put them with the black people. only because we've all been treated the same, cant catch a break. U kno wats funny? how wen ur learning about slavery and all that stuff it's always a white person teaching it. I kno y. They want to sugar coat the slavery thing so that black students wont be offended and want to start something. If u ask me, we NEED black teachers to teach about the slavery. Arent the teachers supposed to teach the truth? and not the sugar coated truth. I mean the hard, raw truth that we could only get from a black person who's had ancestors that've been whipped and murdered for no reason at all. A white person would sugar coat it because they kno it was their great great great great great great great uncle or grandpa that was beating on ur poor old great great great great great great great granddaddy and feel bad about it. Or maybe because they're afraid of wat we mite do... i suppose a wite person who likes blacks and is all involved in the slavery thing and had a great great great great great great that was an abolitionist or something, u kno people who actually wanted to end slavery and do their own damn work for a change!.
Yea but back to the presidential elections and all. I would just like it to b known that Bush cheated on his elections. he was not supposed to b president. But any way... hmmmmmmmmm... i dont kno wat to say... Obama is NOT black, people. He is Bush' cousin! It was on the news. I can proove it! He's like his 11th cousin or sum crap. BUT THEY'RE RELATED!!!!! see! i told u. O and pay no attention to the girls dancing at the end. I didnt even want that part on here. But yes, they're related. Do we like Bush??? If u do u can just GET OFF OF MY BLOG NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But anyway. We don't like Bush... so we probably wont like Obama. Just because his skin is dark does not mean he's got our same heart. He hasnt been through rough times im sure. Growing up rich can do that for u. He's gonna do watever he can to keep things the way they are. He says he's gonna change things so that u will vote for him. But he's just another Bush. He's gonna keep all us black people in the dark!!!! Dont do it! dont let ur relatives vote for Obama. U will damn us all if u do! He'll beat us into the dust from whence we came. I kno u'r probably thinkin 'DANG THIS GIRL FINDS A WAY TO PUT BUSH INTO EVERYTHING' and u're rite. Bush involves himself in everything. And who asked him to do another four years in office? probably the rich white peole! I woulda preffered the other guy! Not like the black vote counts for rat crap in this lousy world anyway. There will b no middle class with Obama in office. There will be high class and low class. And can u guess who will be on the bottom? That's rite buddy! u'll probably b rite there sitting in the same house with me wen Obama forces us all into little slave houses like they did wen immigrants came to America whether ur white or black. Unless ur related to Obama and Bush and Chaney and...lolz...Brad Pitt (o yea he's related to these guys too) u will b in the doghouse eating kibble and fighting for the 2 inch blanket! Bush has killed many. No, not up close and personal. But he killed them through the things he did. Letting Hurricane Katrina kill all of those people in New Orleans, he ruined the economy, he degraded black people even more, he is just an all around butt crack. But seriously... Bush is a horrid person. Do u realize that the death rate has increased since Bush has been in office? Random people now are just walking around and killing people for no reason. If u ask me it's because they're pissed that Bush is even in office still. He is the devil. Live and in person. Just like Ronald Wilson Reagan was. Each of his letters has six letters 666! doesnt that mean anything to u? The president is the devil! the devil i tell u! he must be stopped. Y hasnt the gov't impeached him yet? seriously. I have nothing else to say... (that i can put on a blog...) Im through. watch this video. I feel da white boy. I feel him!!
ok. now im through.
Yea but back to the presidential elections and all. I would just like it to b known that Bush cheated on his elections. he was not supposed to b president. But any way... hmmmmmmmmm... i dont kno wat to say... Obama is NOT black, people. He is Bush' cousin! It was on the news. I can proove it! He's like his 11th cousin or sum crap. BUT THEY'RE RELATED!!!!! see! i told u. O and pay no attention to the girls dancing at the end. I didnt even want that part on here. But yes, they're related. Do we like Bush??? If u do u can just GET OFF OF MY BLOG NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But anyway. We don't like Bush... so we probably wont like Obama. Just because his skin is dark does not mean he's got our same heart. He hasnt been through rough times im sure. Growing up rich can do that for u. He's gonna do watever he can to keep things the way they are. He says he's gonna change things so that u will vote for him. But he's just another Bush. He's gonna keep all us black people in the dark!!!! Dont do it! dont let ur relatives vote for Obama. U will damn us all if u do! He'll beat us into the dust from whence we came. I kno u'r probably thinkin 'DANG THIS GIRL FINDS A WAY TO PUT BUSH INTO EVERYTHING' and u're rite. Bush involves himself in everything. And who asked him to do another four years in office? probably the rich white peole! I woulda preffered the other guy! Not like the black vote counts for rat crap in this lousy world anyway. There will b no middle class with Obama in office. There will be high class and low class. And can u guess who will be on the bottom? That's rite buddy! u'll probably b rite there sitting in the same house with me wen Obama forces us all into little slave houses like they did wen immigrants came to America whether ur white or black. Unless ur related to Obama and Bush and Chaney and...lolz...Brad Pitt (o yea he's related to these guys too) u will b in the doghouse eating kibble and fighting for the 2 inch blanket! Bush has killed many. No, not up close and personal. But he killed them through the things he did. Letting Hurricane Katrina kill all of those people in New Orleans, he ruined the economy, he degraded black people even more, he is just an all around butt crack. But seriously... Bush is a horrid person. Do u realize that the death rate has increased since Bush has been in office? Random people now are just walking around and killing people for no reason. If u ask me it's because they're pissed that Bush is even in office still. He is the devil. Live and in person. Just like Ronald Wilson Reagan was. Each of his letters has six letters 666! doesnt that mean anything to u? The president is the devil! the devil i tell u! he must be stopped. Y hasnt the gov't impeached him yet? seriously. I have nothing else to say... (that i can put on a blog...) Im through. watch this video. I feel da white boy. I feel him!!
ok. now im through.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Goofy Movie I love the Goofy Movie!!!!!!
This is my video!
This one is too!
Ooooooooh! I love this one too!!!!
love this too!
This one is too!
Ooooooooh! I love this one too!!!!
love this too!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
evil busdriver
man it was dis bus driver right. he spit when he talked and he ate all da time. he was a real jerk. HOW U A DIABETIC EATING CANDY BARS 24 SEVEN????????????? So anyway. yeah. dis dude lyed on me. get me a whoopin. He lyed n said that i was talkin back to him cuz i said that he was spittin in my face n to plz stop. he kept talkin so i kept tellin him he was spittin in my face. he got mad n told my momma i was being rude n she whooped me! he lied to older people n tried to make himself seem like the victim. plus he looked like the murderer on those big billboards. i tried to explain but she aint listen. i was ignored!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See dis is da type of crap i'm talkin about! i dare you to put your hands on me! that is NOT wat a busdriver is supposed to do. ur not supposed to put ur hands on people!
See dis is da type of crap i'm talkin about! i dare you to put your hands on me! that is NOT wat a busdriver is supposed to do. ur not supposed to put ur hands on people!
Social issues are serious, people!!!!!!!
social issues are serious. I mean serious! rapists and police brutality. Especially police brutality. Bush is a horrible person and i wish he woulda been there when the hurricane happened. wish he woulda died in that flood instead of all of those innocent people. Juste because we're black dont mean that we need to be treated like this! Man f#$% Bush ok. F BUSH!!!!!!!!!!!! he can kiss my BLACK BEHIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Niggas shot down in da middle of da street
I aint no theif i'm just tryin ta eat!"
-Lil Wayne
"Man f da police n president 'Georgia' Bush"
-Lil Wayne
Hurrican Katrina was horrible. N Bush didnt try to do anything about it. people smilin like everything is cool. Lil' Wayne knows people that died in that pool. he kno people that died in dem skools. I love Lil' Wayne n i feel his plight. I send my love to New Orleans. God help ya'll. *Muah*
See! Mos Def feel da same way as Lil' Wayne Bush and hurricane Katrina are garbage. Bush can just f*#^ off!!!!!!!
Listen to Kanye! he kno wat he talkin about! ever since Bush brought his A%$ into office things have gotten worse and worse for black people. I HATE HATE HATE president Bush! I personally dont care about who wins the election. Hillary or Obama. Just think though. Obama is Bush's cuzzin! It was on the news people! so it almost has to be tru! Chris Rock feels da same way as Kanye West does
Y cant white people call us niggas?!!! because would a white person like it if i walked up n called them a craker? exactly!
Oh heck no! i dare u to call ME an Nigga! i'll punch sumbody in da face call me a Nigga! Im mad da Boondocks did dat!
kinda funny but i must say this is probably why white people dont like blacks! Chill! da*% it's just a cheeseburger! If ya'll niggas dont chill the white people will...
Yea dats right. they gon destroy all of us if ya'll dont chill. if we could just band togetha we could over run the white people n have things goin right for everybody. I hope that doesnt throw the whites in the barrel though... but maybe they NEED to know what it's like...
Hurricane Katrina is and was horrible, i can't say it enough people n Bush ain't doin nuttin n he aint ever gonna do nuttin! Kanye was right and still is! Bush does not care about black people! he could care less if we all become slaves n work the plantations for his dumb craker as- behind! I cant stand President Bush. He aint no president of mine i tell u! i wish he woulda died instead of Martin Luther King Jr.! Dr.King woulda been a betta president than BUsh n his old dumb behind. N take the troops outta Iraq all friggin ready! wat r they even there for anymore? Do u know bow many people die in Iraq every day? for no reason. There are no weapons of mass destruction. Yes 9/11 happened and yes it was a horrible blow to America. But that is NOT why Bush had our men and women in Iraq. He's got them there because he thinks the same way about Muslims as he does about black people. He just doesnt like them. I swear that if he could, Bush would enslave all of us black people again, kick the asians out, murder the mexicans and blow up all the Muslims because he thinks we "deserve it". he is so uncaring! would u disown ur daughter if she was a bi-sexual? i mean come on! So wat she likes women, so wat u wont have any grandkids by her but she's still ur daughter man and if u wanna help her then love her! dont just throw her off to the side! I take offense to that. I go to School of the Arts. Most of the guys here ARE GAY! Gay people make a large impact on our population and just because they like the same sex as themselfs doesnt make them any less of a person! Bush needs to realize that! Homophobic behind! I can't stand the president. He pretty much started World War 3. Hey, have u seen West Side Story? if u have then u kno wat im about to talk about. Bush is like the police officer that didnt like the Puerto Ricans, except Bush would be worse! He just doesnt like any other race but white. He's probably like HItler and only wants blonde haired blue eyed white people running around the US. Where's the diversity in that huh? he's so friggin racist that it aitn even funny! i cant stand him. I swear if i could do it w/o having to be locked up for life i'd beat the crap outta tha so called "president"
Thursday, March 27, 2008
ski trip... lots of dying
Ski Trip Gone Wrong
“I don’t feel so good about this guys, maybe we should go back home and just relax
there for the week”. Removing her suitcase from the trunk of the jeep, Laquisha Sims
smiled and said “relax Becca, It’s alright”.
“That’s what you say” Becca mumbled under her breath as she stepped out into the cold of the winter resort watching her breath rise into the air and disappear.
“This resort is going to be awesome Becca, what are you talking about?” Kim Brass
laughed as she attempted to push her suitcase up the very steep hill leading to the resort,
slipping down each time.
“ C’mere babe, let me help” Roderick Davis came up behind Kim to help her push
the suitcase up the hill but ended up kissing Kim in the snow instead, with the suitcase
laying helplessly on its side.
Then, clapping Roderick in the head Becca said “ get that damn suitcase up there so we can go inside, its getting dark out here” she glanced around fearfully.
“ Stop being such a punk” Alex smiled and slid over next to Becca.
“I am not being a punk Alex, so shut up” she playfully punched him in the arm and squealed with fear and joy as he scooped her up and charged into the nearest snow bank.
“Gee thanks a lot Alex, now I’m probably going to get a cold and its all your fault” Becca frowned shivering in the bright blue blanket that she had brought along with her. She was sitting on the bed with her head in Alex’s lap.
“I’m sorry babe, sorry” Alex stroked Becca’s long dark brown hair and toyed with her ear. “St-st- ACHOOO!” Becca sat up abruptly and fell off the bed. Everyone sitting in the vicinity doubled over laughing.
“Laquisha, Shawn? You guys haven’t said anything since we got here why are you two so q- OH!” Kim stopped suddenly as everyone looked over at the two and stuck out their tongues in slight disgust.
“Gee, maybe its because they haven’t let each other go since they got in the car!” Becca laughed getting up off of the floor and sitting back on the bed.
“That’s actually not a bad idea” Alex tackled Becca down onto the bed and started kissing her lovingly.
“Stop it Alex!” Becca sat up and pushed Alex off of her. “Come on Becca, why not?” Alex pleaded; Becca stared at him and bluntly said straight out “No Alex”.
Later on that day Kim came to Becca who was sitting on the bed drinking hot cocoa. “Hey, Becca… we’re all going skiing later, wanna come?”. Becca sipped her cocoa slowly, savored the flavor then, glancing over at the crackling fire said “no, could you tell Alex to come here please?”.
“Sure Becca, are you okay?” “yeah, I’m fine”. “Well ok, I’m going to get Alex now”, “thanks”.
A few minutes later Alex appeared in the room his fair skin appeared orange in the fire light. “Yeah?” he asked as he strolled over and sat down on the bed.
Becca scooted over to him, “I wasn’t trying to be funny earlier, I just wasn’t in the mood that’s all”.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s cool” Alex replied attempting to get up and leave, Becca grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the bed.
“You go on and go skiing, when you come back, come see me… you’ll be happy, I promise”. Becca kissed Alex and smiled fondly as he then reluctantly left the room.
* * *
“BECCA!!!!!! BECCA GET UP!”.
“Huh? What’s wrong Kim?”.
“IT’S ALEX, BECCA. BECCA, HE’S GONE!!!!”.
“What do you mean?” Becca asked rubbing her eyes.
“HE’S GONE, WHEN WE WERE SKIING HE TURNED OFF THE PATH! HE DIDN’T MEAN TO BUT HE- HE FELL, FELL OFF THE CLIFF! AMBULANCE IS DOWNSTAIRS TRYING TO GET HIM TO THE CLOSEST HOSPITAL! BUT ITS PROBABLY TO LATE!!!!”.
Becca suddenly jumped up from the bed and screamed “WHAT?”. She pushed past Kim and clambered down the stairs, still clad in her baby blue p.j’s. “She spotted paramedics in the lobby carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was someone bloody and mangled, “that couldn’t be Alex, could it?” she silently asked herself.
She looked at his hand and seen the ring she had bought him for his birthday 3 weeks ago and broke down.
“ALEX!!!!!!!” she screamed, “ALEX NO!!!!!!”. She scrambled to the stretchers side and threw herself at Alex.
“H-hey Be-Becca, thing-things don’t loo-loo-look so ho-hot right abo-about now do th-they?” Alex said, gasping for air between each word.
“Ma’am you have to let us take him” a man dressed in a white doctor suit said softly. “White” Becca thought “the color of an angels robe”.
“No” she said calmly, trying to hold back what was left of her tears. “Becca, are we s-still on f- for to-toni-tonight?” Alex asked trying to smile.
“Al, you perv” Becca kissed Alex and was not surprised when he didn’t kiss her back.
“B-Becca” he gasped, “yeah Alex?” she replied. He grabbed her hand and held it tight, “I love you”. His hand suddenly felt heavy and limp, Alex was dead.
“Alex?” Becca said looking into his face, “Hey Alex?” tears welled up in her eyes. “ALEX!!!” she began shaking him.
“Ma’am, back away. There’s nothing you can do for him now” the angel man said helping her off of the ground to which she had fallen. “Alex” she cooed looking into the face of her late lover, “Alex” she said once more before she blacked out.
Ending number two:
“Alex!” Becca laughed pushing him, but not stopping him from nibbling on her ear.
“Woah, lets leave these kids alone and let them conceive” Kim laughed, “Lets go skiing”.
“Becca and Alex didn’t stop when the door slammed (Becca hadn’t heard Kim’s suggestion, and she wanted to hold tight to Alex to stop him from leaving and never coming back), instead things got really hot and heavy. They rolled on the bed, making out like never before.
“Alex?” Becca suddenly said stopping him, “do you love me?”.
“Of course I do babe, why?”.
“Because, I just wanted to know”
“Well yeah, I love you more than life… more than sex”.
“Well gee, that’s sure saying a lot” Becca sighed.
“Well its true, like it o-”.
“Just shut up and kiss me boy” Becca pulled him on top of her…
* * *
“BECCA, ALEX!!!!!! BECCA, ALEX GET UP!”.
“Huh? What’s wrong Kim?”.
“IT’S RODERIK, BECCA. BECCA, HE’S GONE!!!!”.
“What do you mean?” Alex asked rubbing his eyes.
“HE’S GONE, WHEN WE WERE SKIING HE TURNED OFF THE PATH! HE DIDN’T MEAN TO BUT HE- HE HIT A BIG TREE BRANCH, HIS HEAD IS GONE!!!!!”.
“What the-!!!” Alex and Becca stood up together and followed Kim down the stairs into the lobby where people from the morgue were loading Roderick’s body into a bag.
“Oh my God!” Becca doubled over hurling. “Why does this keep happening?” she thought.
“Becca, Becca? You okay?”. Becca seen Alex’s face over hers before she blacked out once more.
Ending number 3:
“Stop it Alex!” Becca sat up and pushed Alex off of her.
“Come on Becca, why not?” Alex pleaded; Becca looked at him and said “Later Alex… now, lets go get some hot cocoa”.
“Oooh, good idea” Kim said, “lets go skiing after wards”.
“NO!!” Becca suddenly screamed “NO SKIING FOR THE WHOLE TIME WE’RE HERE! NONE WHAT -SO -EVER!”.
“Why not Becca?” Alex asked.
“Just because I don’t wanna go is all” Becca said.
“Okay fine, since Becca paid for the trip, lets do as she asks and not go skiing… we can do virtual skiing down in the lobby instead” Roderick suggested.
“Yes” Becca cooed, “That would be nice”. She climbed out of the bed and followed her friends down stairs, friends who had no idea that Becca had just saved their lives.
“I don’t feel so good about this guys, maybe we should go back home and just relax
there for the week”. Removing her suitcase from the trunk of the jeep, Laquisha Sims
smiled and said “relax Becca, It’s alright”.
“That’s what you say” Becca mumbled under her breath as she stepped out into the cold of the winter resort watching her breath rise into the air and disappear.
“This resort is going to be awesome Becca, what are you talking about?” Kim Brass
laughed as she attempted to push her suitcase up the very steep hill leading to the resort,
slipping down each time.
“ C’mere babe, let me help” Roderick Davis came up behind Kim to help her push
the suitcase up the hill but ended up kissing Kim in the snow instead, with the suitcase
laying helplessly on its side.
Then, clapping Roderick in the head Becca said “ get that damn suitcase up there so we can go inside, its getting dark out here” she glanced around fearfully.
“ Stop being such a punk” Alex smiled and slid over next to Becca.
“I am not being a punk Alex, so shut up” she playfully punched him in the arm and squealed with fear and joy as he scooped her up and charged into the nearest snow bank.
“Gee thanks a lot Alex, now I’m probably going to get a cold and its all your fault” Becca frowned shivering in the bright blue blanket that she had brought along with her. She was sitting on the bed with her head in Alex’s lap.
“I’m sorry babe, sorry” Alex stroked Becca’s long dark brown hair and toyed with her ear. “St-st- ACHOOO!” Becca sat up abruptly and fell off the bed. Everyone sitting in the vicinity doubled over laughing.
“Laquisha, Shawn? You guys haven’t said anything since we got here why are you two so q- OH!” Kim stopped suddenly as everyone looked over at the two and stuck out their tongues in slight disgust.
“Gee, maybe its because they haven’t let each other go since they got in the car!” Becca laughed getting up off of the floor and sitting back on the bed.
“That’s actually not a bad idea” Alex tackled Becca down onto the bed and started kissing her lovingly.
“Stop it Alex!” Becca sat up and pushed Alex off of her. “Come on Becca, why not?” Alex pleaded; Becca stared at him and bluntly said straight out “No Alex”.
Later on that day Kim came to Becca who was sitting on the bed drinking hot cocoa. “Hey, Becca… we’re all going skiing later, wanna come?”. Becca sipped her cocoa slowly, savored the flavor then, glancing over at the crackling fire said “no, could you tell Alex to come here please?”.
“Sure Becca, are you okay?” “yeah, I’m fine”. “Well ok, I’m going to get Alex now”, “thanks”.
A few minutes later Alex appeared in the room his fair skin appeared orange in the fire light. “Yeah?” he asked as he strolled over and sat down on the bed.
Becca scooted over to him, “I wasn’t trying to be funny earlier, I just wasn’t in the mood that’s all”.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it, it’s cool” Alex replied attempting to get up and leave, Becca grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the bed.
“You go on and go skiing, when you come back, come see me… you’ll be happy, I promise”. Becca kissed Alex and smiled fondly as he then reluctantly left the room.
* * *
“BECCA!!!!!! BECCA GET UP!”.
“Huh? What’s wrong Kim?”.
“IT’S ALEX, BECCA. BECCA, HE’S GONE!!!!”.
“What do you mean?” Becca asked rubbing her eyes.
“HE’S GONE, WHEN WE WERE SKIING HE TURNED OFF THE PATH! HE DIDN’T MEAN TO BUT HE- HE FELL, FELL OFF THE CLIFF! AMBULANCE IS DOWNSTAIRS TRYING TO GET HIM TO THE CLOSEST HOSPITAL! BUT ITS PROBABLY TO LATE!!!!”.
Becca suddenly jumped up from the bed and screamed “WHAT?”. She pushed past Kim and clambered down the stairs, still clad in her baby blue p.j’s. “She spotted paramedics in the lobby carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was someone bloody and mangled, “that couldn’t be Alex, could it?” she silently asked herself.
She looked at his hand and seen the ring she had bought him for his birthday 3 weeks ago and broke down.
“ALEX!!!!!!!” she screamed, “ALEX NO!!!!!!”. She scrambled to the stretchers side and threw herself at Alex.
“H-hey Be-Becca, thing-things don’t loo-loo-look so ho-hot right abo-about now do th-they?” Alex said, gasping for air between each word.
“Ma’am you have to let us take him” a man dressed in a white doctor suit said softly. “White” Becca thought “the color of an angels robe”.
“No” she said calmly, trying to hold back what was left of her tears. “Becca, are we s-still on f- for to-toni-tonight?” Alex asked trying to smile.
“Al, you perv” Becca kissed Alex and was not surprised when he didn’t kiss her back.
“B-Becca” he gasped, “yeah Alex?” she replied. He grabbed her hand and held it tight, “I love you”. His hand suddenly felt heavy and limp, Alex was dead.
“Alex?” Becca said looking into his face, “Hey Alex?” tears welled up in her eyes. “ALEX!!!” she began shaking him.
“Ma’am, back away. There’s nothing you can do for him now” the angel man said helping her off of the ground to which she had fallen. “Alex” she cooed looking into the face of her late lover, “Alex” she said once more before she blacked out.
Ending number two:
“Alex!” Becca laughed pushing him, but not stopping him from nibbling on her ear.
“Woah, lets leave these kids alone and let them conceive” Kim laughed, “Lets go skiing”.
“Becca and Alex didn’t stop when the door slammed (Becca hadn’t heard Kim’s suggestion, and she wanted to hold tight to Alex to stop him from leaving and never coming back), instead things got really hot and heavy. They rolled on the bed, making out like never before.
“Alex?” Becca suddenly said stopping him, “do you love me?”.
“Of course I do babe, why?”.
“Because, I just wanted to know”
“Well yeah, I love you more than life… more than sex”.
“Well gee, that’s sure saying a lot” Becca sighed.
“Well its true, like it o-”.
“Just shut up and kiss me boy” Becca pulled him on top of her…
* * *
“BECCA, ALEX!!!!!! BECCA, ALEX GET UP!”.
“Huh? What’s wrong Kim?”.
“IT’S RODERIK, BECCA. BECCA, HE’S GONE!!!!”.
“What do you mean?” Alex asked rubbing his eyes.
“HE’S GONE, WHEN WE WERE SKIING HE TURNED OFF THE PATH! HE DIDN’T MEAN TO BUT HE- HE HIT A BIG TREE BRANCH, HIS HEAD IS GONE!!!!!”.
“What the-!!!” Alex and Becca stood up together and followed Kim down the stairs into the lobby where people from the morgue were loading Roderick’s body into a bag.
“Oh my God!” Becca doubled over hurling. “Why does this keep happening?” she thought.
“Becca, Becca? You okay?”. Becca seen Alex’s face over hers before she blacked out once more.
Ending number 3:
“Stop it Alex!” Becca sat up and pushed Alex off of her.
“Come on Becca, why not?” Alex pleaded; Becca looked at him and said “Later Alex… now, lets go get some hot cocoa”.
“Oooh, good idea” Kim said, “lets go skiing after wards”.
“NO!!” Becca suddenly screamed “NO SKIING FOR THE WHOLE TIME WE’RE HERE! NONE WHAT -SO -EVER!”.
“Why not Becca?” Alex asked.
“Just because I don’t wanna go is all” Becca said.
“Okay fine, since Becca paid for the trip, lets do as she asks and not go skiing… we can do virtual skiing down in the lobby instead” Roderick suggested.
“Yes” Becca cooed, “That would be nice”. She climbed out of the bed and followed her friends down stairs, friends who had no idea that Becca had just saved their lives.
idk wat this one really is
Passion For Death
You pull up in the long, circular driveway in your deep red corvette with a look of disgust upon your face, “I’m supposed to be staying here for a whole year?” you sigh. Your parents had told you that it was a mansion, so you figured it was a MANSION. The type of mansion with sexy butlers dudes, a 20 feet deep pool, shiny marble floors, spiral staircases etc. Not some ancient palace that more than likely had bats and other creepy things wandering around. But what was this? A castle looking building with vines and decaying grey bricks. A monstrosity. “This is a mansion? You’ve got to be kidding me” you laugh to yourself, “I am NOT about to stay here.” You pull into the rickety old garage, than back out and park on the grass for fear of the garage falling down on your precious ride. “This it gonna suck man” you frown as you step out of the car and head to the rear of it to grab your things from the trunk. You look up at the building, looking about as old as George Washington himself.
You struggle to pull out your largest suitcase and drop it on your foot. “DAMN IT!” you scream and kick the suitcase. “I don’t wanna stay here! I wanna go home! I hate this! Uhhgggggggg. Why do they always do this crap? Go off to distant countries and leave me in places they THINK I’ll like? Well they sure as hell were way off on this one!”. Dropping down to the ground, you begin to sob like a three year old, angry because they cant have that new toy on the shelf. You lean against your suitcase and curse silently when it falls over causing you to fall over.
Getting up, you dust yourself off, wipe your eyes and look up at the mansion and a minute of shock takes over you. You can see a figure standing in the window up on the 6th floor looking down at you. There was a second when you swore that the person was transparent. You look away, rubbing your eyes and look back up, but the figure was gone. You just stand there for a moment, trying to regain your stability. “Its okay Shayla” you say to yourself, “just relax and go inside, maybe it’s not so bad inside.” You gather up your things and trudge to the giant front door mumbling prayers that this was all just a big joke and your parents were waiting on the other side of these doors waiting to take you home.
You set down your things and grab the knocker, a big lions’ face glaring at you with icy iron eyes, as if studying you to decide if you’re a suitable meal. You look away from it and gulp hard, pulling down on the lions’ head causing a bell inside to chime in that scary movie bell chime. The one that starts off high and ends up trailing off in a deep groan. Pressing your ear to the door, you hear stairs creaking slowly and a crackly voice yelling “coming dear, I’m coming.”
“Great!” You think, “not only do I have to stay here, but this old croon could die on me at any second.” You snatch up the many suitcases you have with you and put on a phony smile as the door creaks open, showing an old woman clad in an ancient queen like dress. Her face was wrinkled, like a prune left out in the sun for too long. Her long grey hair was up in tight curls, she had on no make up and looked like the mother of death, to put it lightly. “Hello sweet tart, how are you?” the woman crooned, smiling and showing small yellow teeth.
“Oh goodness” you think, “doesn’t she know what a tooth brush is?”
“Welcome to my home, I think you will like it here”. You look past the woman and glance around, with that fake smile still painted on your face. You’re prayers hadn’t been answered. The mansion was just as bleak and ugly on the inside as on the outside.
“Please allow my son to show you to your’ room, I have somewhere to go, sorry I can’t stay, But we’ll catch up later dear. RICHARD!!!!”
“What is it mum?” a gorgeous male voice said. You look over and see the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen coming down the stairs. “God is good” you whisper.
“Please escort this young lady to her room” said the lady.
“Okay mother. Please come with me.” He said, “James will come get your things.” You drop your suitcases and half run up the stairs to Richard and follow him up the stairs.
You two reach the fourth floor, being silent all the way, when Richard says “Your room is the third one on the right, I’m right down the hall, the fifth door. My moms’ room is up on the sixth floor, she takes the elevator.”
“The elevator…” you sigh looking deep into Richards eyes and seeing him grin. “I thing I’ll go into my room now Shayla, if you should need any thing feel free to come see me… even if you’re afraid to sleep in your room alone, you can sleep with me” He says almost seductively. “Mother won’t be back for four months, so it’s just me, you and James, he’s the butler.” “Butler…” you grin and watch as Richard goes into his room looking at you all the while.
Three months later:
“Hey Richard” you stroll into his room in the dead of the nigh, unexpected. He sits up from his bed clad in his boxers and beckons for you to come beside him. You get into the bed with him and let him hug you. This had happened before: you come into the room, he beckons for you, you come, and you end up sleeping with him. This time something is different. Richards’ eyes are a ruby red, irregular, since they were usually green. He caresses you and smiles, showing glimmering teeth. “I knew you were the one” he says to you.
“What?” he begins kissing you on the neck, never happened before.
“So warm.” Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your throat and pull away from Richard, wide eyed.
“What have you done?” you sob as you watch your blood pour out of your throat. “You monster.”
“You were the one, the only one whose’ blood could keep me alive for eternity, I had to make you fall in love with me and then kill you.” Richard smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth as his ruby red eyes glowed.
You dropped from the bed and crawl as fast as you can to the floor, but Richard was fast. He jumped in front of you and you look up at him pleading “Richard please.”
“Sorry, I have to finish the job.” He leaned down over you, as you lay there, defenseless and crying…
Outside, Richards mother had decided to come home early to see how you and Richard were. Pausing at the door, she heard a scream, then silence. She thought it was an owl.
She walked inside the castle yelling “Richard darling, I’m home!”
Upstairs, Richard cleaned up his mess and straightened himself up before rushing downstairs to greet his mother. “Where is our guest dear?” his mother questioned.
“She decided to… leave… early” Richard said with a grin, the red in his eyed rapidly disappearing into the green eyes that you had fallen in love with.
“I wanted her to meet our other guest” Richards mother says. As she speaks, a beautiful red headed girl walks over the threshold, and looks into Richards hypnotic eyes.
You pull up in the long, circular driveway in your deep red corvette with a look of disgust upon your face, “I’m supposed to be staying here for a whole year?” you sigh. Your parents had told you that it was a mansion, so you figured it was a MANSION. The type of mansion with sexy butlers dudes, a 20 feet deep pool, shiny marble floors, spiral staircases etc. Not some ancient palace that more than likely had bats and other creepy things wandering around. But what was this? A castle looking building with vines and decaying grey bricks. A monstrosity. “This is a mansion? You’ve got to be kidding me” you laugh to yourself, “I am NOT about to stay here.” You pull into the rickety old garage, than back out and park on the grass for fear of the garage falling down on your precious ride. “This it gonna suck man” you frown as you step out of the car and head to the rear of it to grab your things from the trunk. You look up at the building, looking about as old as George Washington himself.
You struggle to pull out your largest suitcase and drop it on your foot. “DAMN IT!” you scream and kick the suitcase. “I don’t wanna stay here! I wanna go home! I hate this! Uhhgggggggg. Why do they always do this crap? Go off to distant countries and leave me in places they THINK I’ll like? Well they sure as hell were way off on this one!”. Dropping down to the ground, you begin to sob like a three year old, angry because they cant have that new toy on the shelf. You lean against your suitcase and curse silently when it falls over causing you to fall over.
Getting up, you dust yourself off, wipe your eyes and look up at the mansion and a minute of shock takes over you. You can see a figure standing in the window up on the 6th floor looking down at you. There was a second when you swore that the person was transparent. You look away, rubbing your eyes and look back up, but the figure was gone. You just stand there for a moment, trying to regain your stability. “Its okay Shayla” you say to yourself, “just relax and go inside, maybe it’s not so bad inside.” You gather up your things and trudge to the giant front door mumbling prayers that this was all just a big joke and your parents were waiting on the other side of these doors waiting to take you home.
You set down your things and grab the knocker, a big lions’ face glaring at you with icy iron eyes, as if studying you to decide if you’re a suitable meal. You look away from it and gulp hard, pulling down on the lions’ head causing a bell inside to chime in that scary movie bell chime. The one that starts off high and ends up trailing off in a deep groan. Pressing your ear to the door, you hear stairs creaking slowly and a crackly voice yelling “coming dear, I’m coming.”
“Great!” You think, “not only do I have to stay here, but this old croon could die on me at any second.” You snatch up the many suitcases you have with you and put on a phony smile as the door creaks open, showing an old woman clad in an ancient queen like dress. Her face was wrinkled, like a prune left out in the sun for too long. Her long grey hair was up in tight curls, she had on no make up and looked like the mother of death, to put it lightly. “Hello sweet tart, how are you?” the woman crooned, smiling and showing small yellow teeth.
“Oh goodness” you think, “doesn’t she know what a tooth brush is?”
“Welcome to my home, I think you will like it here”. You look past the woman and glance around, with that fake smile still painted on your face. You’re prayers hadn’t been answered. The mansion was just as bleak and ugly on the inside as on the outside.
“Please allow my son to show you to your’ room, I have somewhere to go, sorry I can’t stay, But we’ll catch up later dear. RICHARD!!!!”
“What is it mum?” a gorgeous male voice said. You look over and see the most gorgeous boy you’d ever seen coming down the stairs. “God is good” you whisper.
“Please escort this young lady to her room” said the lady.
“Okay mother. Please come with me.” He said, “James will come get your things.” You drop your suitcases and half run up the stairs to Richard and follow him up the stairs.
You two reach the fourth floor, being silent all the way, when Richard says “Your room is the third one on the right, I’m right down the hall, the fifth door. My moms’ room is up on the sixth floor, she takes the elevator.”
“The elevator…” you sigh looking deep into Richards eyes and seeing him grin. “I thing I’ll go into my room now Shayla, if you should need any thing feel free to come see me… even if you’re afraid to sleep in your room alone, you can sleep with me” He says almost seductively. “Mother won’t be back for four months, so it’s just me, you and James, he’s the butler.” “Butler…” you grin and watch as Richard goes into his room looking at you all the while.
Three months later:
“Hey Richard” you stroll into his room in the dead of the nigh, unexpected. He sits up from his bed clad in his boxers and beckons for you to come beside him. You get into the bed with him and let him hug you. This had happened before: you come into the room, he beckons for you, you come, and you end up sleeping with him. This time something is different. Richards’ eyes are a ruby red, irregular, since they were usually green. He caresses you and smiles, showing glimmering teeth. “I knew you were the one” he says to you.
“What?” he begins kissing you on the neck, never happened before.
“So warm.” Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your throat and pull away from Richard, wide eyed.
“What have you done?” you sob as you watch your blood pour out of your throat. “You monster.”
“You were the one, the only one whose’ blood could keep me alive for eternity, I had to make you fall in love with me and then kill you.” Richard smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth as his ruby red eyes glowed.
You dropped from the bed and crawl as fast as you can to the floor, but Richard was fast. He jumped in front of you and you look up at him pleading “Richard please.”
“Sorry, I have to finish the job.” He leaned down over you, as you lay there, defenseless and crying…
Outside, Richards mother had decided to come home early to see how you and Richard were. Pausing at the door, she heard a scream, then silence. She thought it was an owl.
She walked inside the castle yelling “Richard darling, I’m home!”
Upstairs, Richard cleaned up his mess and straightened himself up before rushing downstairs to greet his mother. “Where is our guest dear?” his mother questioned.
“She decided to… leave… early” Richard said with a grin, the red in his eyed rapidly disappearing into the green eyes that you had fallen in love with.
“I wanted her to meet our other guest” Richards mother says. As she speaks, a beautiful red headed girl walks over the threshold, and looks into Richards hypnotic eyes.
a story about native americans and James town. u kno the english people...
Forbidden Friends
“Father what is there to do here? This place is nothing like England and I’m bored” 13 year- old Sarah Webster complained. Her father, mother, she and many other English colonists had come from England to settle in Jamestown in the New World. “Go play somewhere, don’t go to far though and watch out for those Indians” her father replied lugging a huge box into their house. Sarah’s eyes dimmed and she grew shivers up her spine. She knew all about those Indians. Evil savages that’ll kill the first thing they see with their stone spears, her father had told her that. “Go exploring darling, but heed your fathers words” Sarah’s mother said from inside the house. Sarah quickly forgot about those Indians and went into the forest to explore. She went far without remembering what her father had said.
“I shouldn’t have worn my dress today, mother was right” Sarah moaned. She was in the middle of the forest tugging on the skirt of her dress; it had been caught on the branch of a large tree. Sarah gave the dress one last tug and stumbled into a clearing. One large raspberry bush sat in the middle of the clearing filled with the luscious fruit. Sarah glanced around to be sure that the area was clear of Indians and crept forward slowly. Suddenly the bush shook slightly, yuck!” it cried. Sarah leapt back yelling loudly. From behind the bush jumped an Indian girl holding a spear high in her left hand. “Savages!” Sarah screamed throwing herself onto the ground and covering her face. The Indian girl dropped the spear and walked over to Sarah who began crying loudly. The girl pulled Sarah’s hands away from her face and smiled.
“Don’t hurt me, please!” Sarah pleaded, her long auburn hair covered parts of her face. The other girls own long black hair obscured Sarah’s view of anything but the Indians face. “Name?” asked the Indian helping Sarah up. “Name?” Sarah repeated confused, she observed the girl and come to the conclusion that she was as old as herself. “What’s your name?” replied the Indian, “S-Sarah, you can speak English?” Sarah stuttered “of course, can’t you?” the girl said sounding a little disrespected. “What’s your name?’ Sarah asked “my name is Sen” the Indian girl replied with pride. “Sen” Sarah repeated quietly, she sat down on the ground and Sen sat beside her. “What’s a savage?” Sen asked, “A savage is a wild, uncultivated, cruel, pitiless person or animal” Sarah replied regretting ever calling Sen that.
“I’m not a savage” Sen said, her brown eyes were downcast and she fingered her buckskin dress. “I’m sorry Sen, I didn’t mean that” Sarah said placing her hand on Sens shoulder. “Now that we’ve met each other can we be friends?” Sen asked, “Yeah! We could definitely be friends… best friends” Sarah smiled and helped Sen get up. “Hey, what were you doing out this far anyway?” Sen asked, “I was just exploring” Sarah replied, “Why did you say “yuck” so loud?”, “The raspberry wasn’t ripe yet; my tribe sent me out here to pick raspberries, I have to cut them from the bush so that I don’t prick myself” Sen explained going to the bush and grabbing up the dagger. “I feel safer if you’d not carry that” Sarah said backing up slowly, “What? You don’t trust me yet?” Sen asked angrily; “yes, I do but that knife scares me” Sarah said looking down at the knife enclosed in Sen’s hand. “My father is bound to send some of the tribe members to find me” Sen began “he’s the chief of my clan” “That’s, cool; so your like a princess?” Sarah asked “yeah, it is co- oh!” Sen jumped over to guard Sarah. A group of Indians had emerged from the forest all carrying bows and arrows. “Oh no” Sen mumbled as the Indians spread out and encircled the two girls. “Sen, I’m scared” Sarah whispered, “don’t worry, I’ll handle it” Sen replied.
“Bobosel!” one of the Indians cried and all of them rushed forward to attack Sarah. “No! Sen!” Sarah cried as the Indians began to drag her off by her hair. “Stop, I mean halt, I mean… COSCU!” Sen demanded, all of the natives turned around and looked at her puzzlingly. “Cosconos, masa sil mica” Sen said, the Indians looked at Sarah almost looking apologetic; the loosened their grips until they let her go and she ran over to Sen. “What did you say?” she murmured keeping her eyes on the Indians, “I told them to leave you alone because you’re my friend” Sen said turning to Sarah and smiling. “Thanks, what were they going to do to me?” Sarah said “Probably scalp you” Sen replied “I’ve got to go now, my father is expecting me”. “Cant I come too?” Sarah asked pleadingly “no, you’ll be killed for sure, I can come to your house later on tonight” Sen suggested. “Good idea, my house is the brown one closest to the forest” Sarah said turning to go back home, “Ana” Sen replied waving “Ana?” Sarah said looking confused. “It means bye” Sen explained laughingly, “oh… ana then Sen” “Ana Sarah” Sen smiled and disappeared into the small crowd of her people who moved swiftly and silently into the shadows of the trees.
“That was cool and scary at the same time” Sarah said quietly running off in the opposite direction; at least I’ll get to see her tonight…perhaps we can play with my paper dolls she thought silently rummaging through the trees in a desperate attempt to find her way home before dark. “I’m going to get lost!” Sarah cried out loud, then, placing her hand over her mouth she began running as fast as she could hoping that no Indians she had not met yet to find her and kill her. “Ooooooh… DADDY!!!!!!” Sarah plopped down upon the soft mossy forest floor and began crying from the stress of being lost. She heard bushes rustling from the direction that Sen and her guards had went and feared being discovered by a foreign native. Sarah crawled as fast as she could into a bramble of strange looking leaves and sat there hoping not to be seen or heard, for she could not stop sniffling. A shadow fell over her and she noticed it had long hair, long hair like Sens.
“Hounta baskil moroo” she heard the voice say, the voice was not Sens and Sarah once again feared for her life. “Hounta baskil moroo” the voice said again, it sounded to Sarah like it was a question, and it seemed the Indian was asking who was there. Sarah suddenly began smelling the scent of the bushes she was in, they tickled her nose. She couldn’t resist the urge, she sneezed the loudest she had ever sneezed before and knew she was discovered when the shadow loomed taller over her and the bushes she was behind began rustling as if the shadow itself were cutting through it. “Oh God, oh God oh God, oh God” she prayed silently clasping her hands together and rocking back and forth. The rustling stopped and Sarah looked up. Looking down at her was an Indian boy about her age standing there with his face screwed up at her.
“Hounta baskil oota” the boy said sounding curious as he bended down in front of her. Sarah went temporarily cross eyed from fear; she started holding her breath and knew she was turning purple. The boy started examining her, he pulled her hair from her face and attempted to poke her in her eyes, he would have if she wouldn’t have closed them. The boy frowned at Sarah when she pulled away from him as he tried to stick his hand down her throat. “Donksil pomka pook” the boy murmured to himself, he looked at Sarah for a while. Then, as if he had come to a decision, he pushed Sarah flat on the ground and lifted up one of her legs. Sarah realized that her backside was visible and tried to inconspicuously hide it. The Indian boy pulled up a part of Sarah’s dress and reached his hand inside. “Whoa!” Sarah screamed “enough exploring of my body!” she had totally forgotten about being afraid of him and began thinking of being sexually harassed. Sarah kicked the boy in his nose and rushed as fast as she could on her butt away from the boy.
The boy let out a blood curdling yell and pulled a dagger from the waist of his deer skin pants, the blade was way bigger than Sens, and Sarah felt her blood turn cold. The boy had a menacing look in his eyes; he pulled a horn looking instrument from the other side of his pants and put it to his mouth, blowing loudly. Sarah’s ears rung as the sound echoed through the trees. Suddenly screams and shouts erupted from the direction the boy had come from, Sarah jumped up and began running towards the screams and yells, hoping to find Sen. “Sen! Sen, help me!” Sarah screamed, “SEN!” Sen, out of no where, ran out and tackled Sarah into some nearby bushes, Sarah decided that it would be a good idea to keep her mouth shut.
“Jolka!” Sen growled at Sarah, “you idiot! What were you doing?” Sen demanded, “I-I-I got lost! And I’m sorry I got your troops after me” Sarah sulked. “If they find you they’ll kill you, you know that don’t you?” Sen asked “yes, I know, I’m sorry!” Sarah yelled. “Shhhhhhhhh!” you wanna get killed?” Sen sighed and said “come on, it’s getting dark, and my troops wont stop looking until they find what they think caused my cousin to sound the horn”. “Your cousin?” Sarah asked unbelieving. “Yeah, that was his horn, what happened?” Sen questioned, “Your dumb cousin tried to rape me!” Sarah hollered. “Don’t holler at me, though I am your friend, I’m still of higher authority” Sen said angrily, “not to mention your not in a very good predicament to be hollering at the girl who’s trying to save your life”. Standing up Sarah replied “yeah, I guess your right”, “I know… now come on!” Sen demanded. They grabbed hands and ran through the forest, Sarah swore that she saw some Indians following them…
To Be Continued
“Father what is there to do here? This place is nothing like England and I’m bored” 13 year- old Sarah Webster complained. Her father, mother, she and many other English colonists had come from England to settle in Jamestown in the New World. “Go play somewhere, don’t go to far though and watch out for those Indians” her father replied lugging a huge box into their house. Sarah’s eyes dimmed and she grew shivers up her spine. She knew all about those Indians. Evil savages that’ll kill the first thing they see with their stone spears, her father had told her that. “Go exploring darling, but heed your fathers words” Sarah’s mother said from inside the house. Sarah quickly forgot about those Indians and went into the forest to explore. She went far without remembering what her father had said.
“I shouldn’t have worn my dress today, mother was right” Sarah moaned. She was in the middle of the forest tugging on the skirt of her dress; it had been caught on the branch of a large tree. Sarah gave the dress one last tug and stumbled into a clearing. One large raspberry bush sat in the middle of the clearing filled with the luscious fruit. Sarah glanced around to be sure that the area was clear of Indians and crept forward slowly. Suddenly the bush shook slightly, yuck!” it cried. Sarah leapt back yelling loudly. From behind the bush jumped an Indian girl holding a spear high in her left hand. “Savages!” Sarah screamed throwing herself onto the ground and covering her face. The Indian girl dropped the spear and walked over to Sarah who began crying loudly. The girl pulled Sarah’s hands away from her face and smiled.
“Don’t hurt me, please!” Sarah pleaded, her long auburn hair covered parts of her face. The other girls own long black hair obscured Sarah’s view of anything but the Indians face. “Name?” asked the Indian helping Sarah up. “Name?” Sarah repeated confused, she observed the girl and come to the conclusion that she was as old as herself. “What’s your name?” replied the Indian, “S-Sarah, you can speak English?” Sarah stuttered “of course, can’t you?” the girl said sounding a little disrespected. “What’s your name?’ Sarah asked “my name is Sen” the Indian girl replied with pride. “Sen” Sarah repeated quietly, she sat down on the ground and Sen sat beside her. “What’s a savage?” Sen asked, “A savage is a wild, uncultivated, cruel, pitiless person or animal” Sarah replied regretting ever calling Sen that.
“I’m not a savage” Sen said, her brown eyes were downcast and she fingered her buckskin dress. “I’m sorry Sen, I didn’t mean that” Sarah said placing her hand on Sens shoulder. “Now that we’ve met each other can we be friends?” Sen asked, “Yeah! We could definitely be friends… best friends” Sarah smiled and helped Sen get up. “Hey, what were you doing out this far anyway?” Sen asked, “I was just exploring” Sarah replied, “Why did you say “yuck” so loud?”, “The raspberry wasn’t ripe yet; my tribe sent me out here to pick raspberries, I have to cut them from the bush so that I don’t prick myself” Sen explained going to the bush and grabbing up the dagger. “I feel safer if you’d not carry that” Sarah said backing up slowly, “What? You don’t trust me yet?” Sen asked angrily; “yes, I do but that knife scares me” Sarah said looking down at the knife enclosed in Sen’s hand. “My father is bound to send some of the tribe members to find me” Sen began “he’s the chief of my clan” “That’s, cool; so your like a princess?” Sarah asked “yeah, it is co- oh!” Sen jumped over to guard Sarah. A group of Indians had emerged from the forest all carrying bows and arrows. “Oh no” Sen mumbled as the Indians spread out and encircled the two girls. “Sen, I’m scared” Sarah whispered, “don’t worry, I’ll handle it” Sen replied.
“Bobosel!” one of the Indians cried and all of them rushed forward to attack Sarah. “No! Sen!” Sarah cried as the Indians began to drag her off by her hair. “Stop, I mean halt, I mean… COSCU!” Sen demanded, all of the natives turned around and looked at her puzzlingly. “Cosconos, masa sil mica” Sen said, the Indians looked at Sarah almost looking apologetic; the loosened their grips until they let her go and she ran over to Sen. “What did you say?” she murmured keeping her eyes on the Indians, “I told them to leave you alone because you’re my friend” Sen said turning to Sarah and smiling. “Thanks, what were they going to do to me?” Sarah said “Probably scalp you” Sen replied “I’ve got to go now, my father is expecting me”. “Cant I come too?” Sarah asked pleadingly “no, you’ll be killed for sure, I can come to your house later on tonight” Sen suggested. “Good idea, my house is the brown one closest to the forest” Sarah said turning to go back home, “Ana” Sen replied waving “Ana?” Sarah said looking confused. “It means bye” Sen explained laughingly, “oh… ana then Sen” “Ana Sarah” Sen smiled and disappeared into the small crowd of her people who moved swiftly and silently into the shadows of the trees.
“That was cool and scary at the same time” Sarah said quietly running off in the opposite direction; at least I’ll get to see her tonight…perhaps we can play with my paper dolls she thought silently rummaging through the trees in a desperate attempt to find her way home before dark. “I’m going to get lost!” Sarah cried out loud, then, placing her hand over her mouth she began running as fast as she could hoping that no Indians she had not met yet to find her and kill her. “Ooooooh… DADDY!!!!!!” Sarah plopped down upon the soft mossy forest floor and began crying from the stress of being lost. She heard bushes rustling from the direction that Sen and her guards had went and feared being discovered by a foreign native. Sarah crawled as fast as she could into a bramble of strange looking leaves and sat there hoping not to be seen or heard, for she could not stop sniffling. A shadow fell over her and she noticed it had long hair, long hair like Sens.
“Hounta baskil moroo” she heard the voice say, the voice was not Sens and Sarah once again feared for her life. “Hounta baskil moroo” the voice said again, it sounded to Sarah like it was a question, and it seemed the Indian was asking who was there. Sarah suddenly began smelling the scent of the bushes she was in, they tickled her nose. She couldn’t resist the urge, she sneezed the loudest she had ever sneezed before and knew she was discovered when the shadow loomed taller over her and the bushes she was behind began rustling as if the shadow itself were cutting through it. “Oh God, oh God oh God, oh God” she prayed silently clasping her hands together and rocking back and forth. The rustling stopped and Sarah looked up. Looking down at her was an Indian boy about her age standing there with his face screwed up at her.
“Hounta baskil oota” the boy said sounding curious as he bended down in front of her. Sarah went temporarily cross eyed from fear; she started holding her breath and knew she was turning purple. The boy started examining her, he pulled her hair from her face and attempted to poke her in her eyes, he would have if she wouldn’t have closed them. The boy frowned at Sarah when she pulled away from him as he tried to stick his hand down her throat. “Donksil pomka pook” the boy murmured to himself, he looked at Sarah for a while. Then, as if he had come to a decision, he pushed Sarah flat on the ground and lifted up one of her legs. Sarah realized that her backside was visible and tried to inconspicuously hide it. The Indian boy pulled up a part of Sarah’s dress and reached his hand inside. “Whoa!” Sarah screamed “enough exploring of my body!” she had totally forgotten about being afraid of him and began thinking of being sexually harassed. Sarah kicked the boy in his nose and rushed as fast as she could on her butt away from the boy.
The boy let out a blood curdling yell and pulled a dagger from the waist of his deer skin pants, the blade was way bigger than Sens, and Sarah felt her blood turn cold. The boy had a menacing look in his eyes; he pulled a horn looking instrument from the other side of his pants and put it to his mouth, blowing loudly. Sarah’s ears rung as the sound echoed through the trees. Suddenly screams and shouts erupted from the direction the boy had come from, Sarah jumped up and began running towards the screams and yells, hoping to find Sen. “Sen! Sen, help me!” Sarah screamed, “SEN!” Sen, out of no where, ran out and tackled Sarah into some nearby bushes, Sarah decided that it would be a good idea to keep her mouth shut.
“Jolka!” Sen growled at Sarah, “you idiot! What were you doing?” Sen demanded, “I-I-I got lost! And I’m sorry I got your troops after me” Sarah sulked. “If they find you they’ll kill you, you know that don’t you?” Sen asked “yes, I know, I’m sorry!” Sarah yelled. “Shhhhhhhhh!” you wanna get killed?” Sen sighed and said “come on, it’s getting dark, and my troops wont stop looking until they find what they think caused my cousin to sound the horn”. “Your cousin?” Sarah asked unbelieving. “Yeah, that was his horn, what happened?” Sen questioned, “Your dumb cousin tried to rape me!” Sarah hollered. “Don’t holler at me, though I am your friend, I’m still of higher authority” Sen said angrily, “not to mention your not in a very good predicament to be hollering at the girl who’s trying to save your life”. Standing up Sarah replied “yeah, I guess your right”, “I know… now come on!” Sen demanded. They grabbed hands and ran through the forest, Sarah swore that she saw some Indians following them…
To Be Continued
someone dies in this story, it's not gruesome though.... so you might not wanna read it if ur afraid of spiders
Deadly Arachnid
She was a 5 year old little girl, Kayla loved bugs! She loved all kinds of bugs. She loved potato bugs, lady bugs, butterflies, all other kinds of bugs! She liked to take them home and show her mom, who would always begin hollering and telling Kayla to get out of the house with that bug. Kayla would always laugh and run out of the house screeching. Kayla always did this, until one day when she picked up the wrong bug.
Wandering around the basement one day; bobbing and weaving through all the junk splayed all over the floor, she was attempting to make it to the back of the room. “Uggggh, stupid basement, stupid floor” she growled when she tripped over her old tricycle and almost fell on her face. She finally made it to the back of the basement to where all the cobwebs and spiders were. She desperately wanted to show her mother her new discovery.
“There you are” Kayla smiled, sitting in front of her, spinning a web, was the prettiest spider Kayla had ever seen. “Come to mama” Kayla cooed, she reached her hand out and touched the spider’s butt, the red hourglass shape on the spiders’ backside was enticing to the eye and Kayla couldn’t take her eyes off of it. The spiders long black legs slowly climbed onto Kayla’s hand and sat there as if poised for a picture. Kayla began to rush towards the stairs to show her mom her discovery of the week. “Mommy! Mommy! I found a new spider, it’s black and red and pretty!” she squealed as she attempted to quickly and skillfully escape the clutter of her basement.
“Hey, mom! Are you listen- oof!” Kayla suddenly sprawled onto the floor face first. She felt a pang in the hand, the hand that held the black widow. Kayla turned suddenly woozy and watched the spider calmly but quickly escape from her palm. Kayla tried to grab for it but could not really move her hand, “what’s going on here?” Kayla asked herself, “I can’t move my body”. Kayla managed a faint “Mommy!” hoping her mom would hear and come down the stairs.
Minutes later Kayla’s mom came rushing down the stairs fussing. I’m making dinner Kayla, what do you need bab- Oh my god!”. Kayla’s mom came rushing to her side overflowing with tears, “baby what happened to you?” Kayla was now a purplish color and was shaking quite violently; she looked up and whispered, “I wanted to show you my new di- discovery”. She pointed her hand the best she could in the direction that the spider had gone. “What is it honey?” “Spider, he had a- a big black booty with a pretty red hourglass on it. He bit me, it- it hurt” Kayla managed to gurgle. “Okay hon, stay calm, I’ll get the vaccine” her mom said sniffling and crying. “Ok mommy, I love you” was the last thing Kayla said before she closed her eyes forever.
She was a 5 year old little girl, Kayla loved bugs! She loved all kinds of bugs. She loved potato bugs, lady bugs, butterflies, all other kinds of bugs! She liked to take them home and show her mom, who would always begin hollering and telling Kayla to get out of the house with that bug. Kayla would always laugh and run out of the house screeching. Kayla always did this, until one day when she picked up the wrong bug.
Wandering around the basement one day; bobbing and weaving through all the junk splayed all over the floor, she was attempting to make it to the back of the room. “Uggggh, stupid basement, stupid floor” she growled when she tripped over her old tricycle and almost fell on her face. She finally made it to the back of the basement to where all the cobwebs and spiders were. She desperately wanted to show her mother her new discovery.
“There you are” Kayla smiled, sitting in front of her, spinning a web, was the prettiest spider Kayla had ever seen. “Come to mama” Kayla cooed, she reached her hand out and touched the spider’s butt, the red hourglass shape on the spiders’ backside was enticing to the eye and Kayla couldn’t take her eyes off of it. The spiders long black legs slowly climbed onto Kayla’s hand and sat there as if poised for a picture. Kayla began to rush towards the stairs to show her mom her discovery of the week. “Mommy! Mommy! I found a new spider, it’s black and red and pretty!” she squealed as she attempted to quickly and skillfully escape the clutter of her basement.
“Hey, mom! Are you listen- oof!” Kayla suddenly sprawled onto the floor face first. She felt a pang in the hand, the hand that held the black widow. Kayla turned suddenly woozy and watched the spider calmly but quickly escape from her palm. Kayla tried to grab for it but could not really move her hand, “what’s going on here?” Kayla asked herself, “I can’t move my body”. Kayla managed a faint “Mommy!” hoping her mom would hear and come down the stairs.
Minutes later Kayla’s mom came rushing down the stairs fussing. I’m making dinner Kayla, what do you need bab- Oh my god!”. Kayla’s mom came rushing to her side overflowing with tears, “baby what happened to you?” Kayla was now a purplish color and was shaking quite violently; she looked up and whispered, “I wanted to show you my new di- discovery”. She pointed her hand the best she could in the direction that the spider had gone. “What is it honey?” “Spider, he had a- a big black booty with a pretty red hourglass on it. He bit me, it- it hurt” Kayla managed to gurgle. “Okay hon, stay calm, I’ll get the vaccine” her mom said sniffling and crying. “Ok mommy, I love you” was the last thing Kayla said before she closed her eyes forever.
Another story. it's about aliens... or something like that...
Aliens
As a little boy, Marlon used to like to stare out of his bedroom window at the stars. “I know what’s up there…” he said to himself every night. He’d climb into his race car bed and pull the itchy covers up to his chin he smile at the thought of flying through the stars, landing on comets and soaring into oblivion. He would wake up every morning greeting the sky and asking how it was, his parents worried about him.
As a teenager, Marlon was no better; In fact, he was a lot worse. He wouldn’t go play outside with his friends, wouldn’t go to the video arcade, why, he wouldn’t even pay any attention to the opposite sex. He’d spend countless hours staring through the telescope and talking to himself; Or so everyone thought… until that one fateful evening when Marlon came out of his stuffy room grinning. “They’re coming” was all he said before sauntering back into his room and shutting the door, still smiling. That was four years ago, when Marlon was fourteen. Now, he’s an eighteen year-old high school student, still strung out on the firmament and its contents. The only difference is he is currently dating the hottest girl in school. They met one night while they were both in the park with their telescopes. Turns out, she “knew what was out there” too.
“Come on, Marlon. Stay after school with me” Marlons girlfriend Zsa Nakai begged him. He had been promising to stay after school with her to go to The Spot. The Spot was a place where all the kids from school went during the evening to hang out and chat.
“I don’t know Zsa, I don’t think I’m going to like it very much” Marlon sulked.
“So what do you want to do then?”
“It’s almost dark outside…”
“You want to go to the park?” Zsa Nakai asked knowingly. Marlon nodded. “Okay then, lets go there instead” Zsa Nakai grabbed his hand and they started on their walk to the park.
Once reaching the park, they assembled the telescope the Marlon always carried in his book bag that was specially designed for large telescopes. They put it together silently, and then sat on the ground for about an hour, waiting for it to be dark enough to see the stars and planets. The sun disappeared from the sky and the two jumped up to look through the telescope.
“What do you think we’ll see tonight?” Marlon asked anxiously.
“I don’t know. Do you think they’ll come tonight?” Zsa Nakai retorted with a question of her own.
“Hopefully they will, are you nervous?”
“Not really, it’ll be exciting to see aliens for the first time.”
“A shooting star! Make a wish Zsa Nakai!” Both of them shut their eyes tightly and opened them a second later staring up at the sky hopefully.
“What did you wish for?” Zsa Nakai asked discerning that they had both wished for the same thing.
“I can’t tell, or it won’t happen.” Marlon looked into the telescope. “Hey! A comet! Is it coming this way? Oh my God, it is!”
“What?” Zsa Nakai asked worriedly.
“It’s a comet, it’s coming straight for us!”
“Lemme see!” Zsa Nakai pulled the telescope toward her and looked. “That’s not a comet” she said happily. “I actually don’t know what it is… it’s still coming for us. What is that?”
“Oh my God! What if it’s a space ship?” Marlon was ecstatic. He pulled from his book bag two posters. The posters were about a foot long and two feet wide; they said “WELCOME TO OUR PLANET”.
“Welcome to our planet?” Zsa Nakai asked as Marlon handed her a poster. “Is that all you could think of? Welcome to our planet?”
“Well, I didn’t know what to really say” Marlon frowned.
“You said they told you they were coming four years ago and all you could think about “was welcome to our planet”?” Zsa Nakai yelped.
“Sorry Zsa Nakai. Look, the thing is coming closer” Marlon looked through the telescope as the UFO came closer and closer to the telescope.
“Okay, Marlon… I’m really freaking out now. I can see the thing WITHOUT the telescope. It’s really close. MARLON IT’S COMING!!!!” Zsa Nakai dropped to the ground and covered her head.
“Zsa what are you doing? Get up and hold the sign in the air!” Marlons hair began to fly this way and that as the air from the space craft hit him square in the face. He looked up and right above him were millions of tiny neon green lights. “Oh my God!” Marlon screamed and ran to Zsa Nakai. “Zsa Nakai, get up!”
“NO MARLON! IT’S COMING! MAYBE IF I DON’T MOVE THEY WON’T SEE ME!”
“Zsa Nakai! They are going to see you regardless, now come on or your going to die!” Marlon reached for Zsa Nakais arm and pulled for her to follow him. She rose slowly but was pushed back to the ground by the force of the ships steam erupting from the green lights. The ship finally touched down to the ground, hundreds of tiny legs bolted out from it; “keeping it up” Marlon thought. He let go of Zsa Nakai and stood staring at the monstrously large UFO. He heard Zsa Nakai hollering from help from under the ship but was not able to rush to her aid. They were finally here. They had come. And now… they would take him with them.
“MARLON!” Zsa Nakai reached out for him, tears in her eyes. He looked down at her; a cold blank stare was in his eyes. “Marlon, help m-” just as Zsa Nakai was begging for help, a door opened from the bottom of the spaceship; what seemed to be metal spikes also emerged from the door. The door crashed down upon Zsa Nakai, thus killing her on the spot and causing the nicely shined metal to become tinted with blood. Marlon knew and understood what happened; he wanted to cry out for her, to rush to her side, but he couldn’t. He was rooted to the spot, entranced by the ship… by the beings encased in it. Marlon dropped the sign and it floated to the ground. He stood staring into the bright red light emanating from the inside of the ship and when a figure emerged from the light, Marlon walked towards it.
The alien emerged completely from the light, long tentacles for arms, big almond pupils for eyes and a slim figure. The alien silently walked towards the boy standing in front of him, the alien was surprised that the boy was coming to it. A brain wave passed through the alien “this must be the boy… Marlon” the alien processed this thought but could not smile, it had no mouth. Marlon and the alien were face to endoplasmic reticulum face. The alien reached out, placing its suction over Marlons mouth, just like that, Marlon dropped dead right there. His body crumpled and turned into a skeleton, his skin completely melted.
The alien turned to his ship and sent out a brain wave. Hundreds of aliens came pouring from the ship, all having tentacles. They spread out, heading in opposite directions, all headed for other parts of the world, to make it their new home.
As a little boy, Marlon used to like to stare out of his bedroom window at the stars. “I know what’s up there…” he said to himself every night. He’d climb into his race car bed and pull the itchy covers up to his chin he smile at the thought of flying through the stars, landing on comets and soaring into oblivion. He would wake up every morning greeting the sky and asking how it was, his parents worried about him.
As a teenager, Marlon was no better; In fact, he was a lot worse. He wouldn’t go play outside with his friends, wouldn’t go to the video arcade, why, he wouldn’t even pay any attention to the opposite sex. He’d spend countless hours staring through the telescope and talking to himself; Or so everyone thought… until that one fateful evening when Marlon came out of his stuffy room grinning. “They’re coming” was all he said before sauntering back into his room and shutting the door, still smiling. That was four years ago, when Marlon was fourteen. Now, he’s an eighteen year-old high school student, still strung out on the firmament and its contents. The only difference is he is currently dating the hottest girl in school. They met one night while they were both in the park with their telescopes. Turns out, she “knew what was out there” too.
“Come on, Marlon. Stay after school with me” Marlons girlfriend Zsa Nakai begged him. He had been promising to stay after school with her to go to The Spot. The Spot was a place where all the kids from school went during the evening to hang out and chat.
“I don’t know Zsa, I don’t think I’m going to like it very much” Marlon sulked.
“So what do you want to do then?”
“It’s almost dark outside…”
“You want to go to the park?” Zsa Nakai asked knowingly. Marlon nodded. “Okay then, lets go there instead” Zsa Nakai grabbed his hand and they started on their walk to the park.
Once reaching the park, they assembled the telescope the Marlon always carried in his book bag that was specially designed for large telescopes. They put it together silently, and then sat on the ground for about an hour, waiting for it to be dark enough to see the stars and planets. The sun disappeared from the sky and the two jumped up to look through the telescope.
“What do you think we’ll see tonight?” Marlon asked anxiously.
“I don’t know. Do you think they’ll come tonight?” Zsa Nakai retorted with a question of her own.
“Hopefully they will, are you nervous?”
“Not really, it’ll be exciting to see aliens for the first time.”
“A shooting star! Make a wish Zsa Nakai!” Both of them shut their eyes tightly and opened them a second later staring up at the sky hopefully.
“What did you wish for?” Zsa Nakai asked discerning that they had both wished for the same thing.
“I can’t tell, or it won’t happen.” Marlon looked into the telescope. “Hey! A comet! Is it coming this way? Oh my God, it is!”
“What?” Zsa Nakai asked worriedly.
“It’s a comet, it’s coming straight for us!”
“Lemme see!” Zsa Nakai pulled the telescope toward her and looked. “That’s not a comet” she said happily. “I actually don’t know what it is… it’s still coming for us. What is that?”
“Oh my God! What if it’s a space ship?” Marlon was ecstatic. He pulled from his book bag two posters. The posters were about a foot long and two feet wide; they said “WELCOME TO OUR PLANET”.
“Welcome to our planet?” Zsa Nakai asked as Marlon handed her a poster. “Is that all you could think of? Welcome to our planet?”
“Well, I didn’t know what to really say” Marlon frowned.
“You said they told you they were coming four years ago and all you could think about “was welcome to our planet”?” Zsa Nakai yelped.
“Sorry Zsa Nakai. Look, the thing is coming closer” Marlon looked through the telescope as the UFO came closer and closer to the telescope.
“Okay, Marlon… I’m really freaking out now. I can see the thing WITHOUT the telescope. It’s really close. MARLON IT’S COMING!!!!” Zsa Nakai dropped to the ground and covered her head.
“Zsa what are you doing? Get up and hold the sign in the air!” Marlons hair began to fly this way and that as the air from the space craft hit him square in the face. He looked up and right above him were millions of tiny neon green lights. “Oh my God!” Marlon screamed and ran to Zsa Nakai. “Zsa Nakai, get up!”
“NO MARLON! IT’S COMING! MAYBE IF I DON’T MOVE THEY WON’T SEE ME!”
“Zsa Nakai! They are going to see you regardless, now come on or your going to die!” Marlon reached for Zsa Nakais arm and pulled for her to follow him. She rose slowly but was pushed back to the ground by the force of the ships steam erupting from the green lights. The ship finally touched down to the ground, hundreds of tiny legs bolted out from it; “keeping it up” Marlon thought. He let go of Zsa Nakai and stood staring at the monstrously large UFO. He heard Zsa Nakai hollering from help from under the ship but was not able to rush to her aid. They were finally here. They had come. And now… they would take him with them.
“MARLON!” Zsa Nakai reached out for him, tears in her eyes. He looked down at her; a cold blank stare was in his eyes. “Marlon, help m-” just as Zsa Nakai was begging for help, a door opened from the bottom of the spaceship; what seemed to be metal spikes also emerged from the door. The door crashed down upon Zsa Nakai, thus killing her on the spot and causing the nicely shined metal to become tinted with blood. Marlon knew and understood what happened; he wanted to cry out for her, to rush to her side, but he couldn’t. He was rooted to the spot, entranced by the ship… by the beings encased in it. Marlon dropped the sign and it floated to the ground. He stood staring into the bright red light emanating from the inside of the ship and when a figure emerged from the light, Marlon walked towards it.
The alien emerged completely from the light, long tentacles for arms, big almond pupils for eyes and a slim figure. The alien silently walked towards the boy standing in front of him, the alien was surprised that the boy was coming to it. A brain wave passed through the alien “this must be the boy… Marlon” the alien processed this thought but could not smile, it had no mouth. Marlon and the alien were face to endoplasmic reticulum face. The alien reached out, placing its suction over Marlons mouth, just like that, Marlon dropped dead right there. His body crumpled and turned into a skeleton, his skin completely melted.
The alien turned to his ship and sent out a brain wave. Hundreds of aliens came pouring from the ship, all having tentacles. They spread out, heading in opposite directions, all headed for other parts of the world, to make it their new home.
Just a lil story i'm starting... read it if u wanna... if u dont, then dont
Journey Of The Moon Rider
“…Joshua pulled his sword out of his opponent, wiping the blood off on the mans’ shirt and smiled warmly at his thoughts. He pictured it now, the parties and festivals that would be held in his favor when he returned home as the victor in the war that had raged on…that is until he’d ended it. He strolled up to the woman he had been showing off for the whole while he was fighting with Cohen and said, “All this commotion over you”
““Was I not worth it?””
““Indeed you were, are you prepared to go home?””
““Yes, I believe I am brave knight.”” “And with that, Joshua and the maiden boarded the waiting vessel and headed homeward with Joshua remembering past events the whole way back… WHAT A LOAD OF RUBBISH!” Elizabeth slammed the book shut and glared at the title, For the Love of a Maiden, “this book hardly talks about the woman. How come women are never really mentioned in books unless they are part if an intimate scene? We are better for more that just arousing old mens’ fantasies. I don’t even care; this book is poorly written anyway.” Elizabeth rose from her bed and went to her bay seat to glance out of the open window at her beautifully planted garden of white and red roses, fury drawn all across her face. “I refuse to read another book like this. The hero is always the male and the woman is always the “damsel in distress””. Elizabeth took one last look at the book and flung it out of the window with all her might, it flew into the trees of the forest that was part of her backyard and hit what Elizabeth thought was a tree until it said “ouch!” and crumbled into a heap.
“Oh!” Elizabeth realized it was actually a person she’d hit when it was too late, she grabbed hold of the window ledge and eased herself to the edge of it until she plummeted down to the soft earth below and landed smoothly on her feet as she had done so many times before when sneaking out of the palace-like mansion to go to the lake that was through the forest and past a plain to get a better look at the moon. (When it was full, it seemed to be calling to her. She did this so many times that when the moon wasn’t full she found herself sulking in shadows and only leaving her bed to tell the nurse maids what she wanted for dinner.) She dusted the little bit of dirt that had somehow found its way onto her dress and continued on her way to the person she had probably injured pretty badly, that book had had 864 pages and she had flung it really hard out of that window that was now towering four stories above her.
She reached the crumpled, groaning body and tapped it gently; the groaning stopped and the person loosened themselves up a little. “Um, excuse me… I accidentally hit you in the head with my book. I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” The person suddenly stretched out and rolled over, facing her. That’s Elizabeth saw that it was a young man she had hit. The boy lay there with his eyes closed and his face screwed up with pain. Elizabeth noticed that there was a spot on the boys’ head that was bleeding and surveyed the surroundings. She noticed a rock that also had blood on it and felt bad to know that it had been her book that had caused him to fall and hit his head.
Though the young man was bleeding severely Elizabeth didn’t move, not even to check how deep the wound was. She kept her bright brown eyes focused on his eyelids. “I can’t move” she thought, “not until I see his eyes.” She felt that if she could just see his eyes she would know that he was okay. She whisked her long brown hair behind her and stared intently. He sat up with his eyes still closed and grumbled, “How many pages was that?”
“About 800 and 60 some thing or close to that” Elizabeth answered.
“Tough on the noggin eh?” he attempted to open his eyes; a feeling of excitement came over Elizabeth until he stopped trying and shut his eyes even tighter.
“Not really, it was easy, and quite aggravating, I must say. The story line was awful.”
“Well, they always say that the journey not traveled is the one you miss the most.”
“Who says that?”
“Other than me? No one I suppose.”
The boy put a hand up to his head and felt the blood. “Bludgeoned me good didn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. At least you’re in your right mind… please allow me to take you into my home. My nurse maids will gladly help you.”
“No, I’m fine on my own; I’ll just be going on my way then.”
“Please no, I feel as if this is all my fault. Let me help you.”
“I don’t like to be a burden, so I’ll just go on my way.”
“You wouldn’t be a burden at all, you must come in.”
Elizabeth grabbed hold of the boy and attempted to pull him to his feet. At that he opened his eyes and looked up at Elizabeth questioningly. She automatically let go of him and he crashed back to the ground, eyes still full of question. Elizabeth sat in front of the boy and stared at his incredibly handsome face. He sat up and stared back at her. Elizabeth smiled warmly and touched his cheek saying “you’re eyes… they’re big and grey. They look like a full moon…”
“Why did you try to pick me up and then just dro-A full moon?”
“Yes.”
“You sound as if you like the moon. I love the moon. What is your name?”
“Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth… I’m Richard.”
“Richard… please come to house. I can help you.”
“Okay, if you’re going to beg” Richard said sarcastically.
“Who’s begging you?”
“No one, I was being playful,” he stood up and helped Elizabeth from the ground smiling. His eyes may have looked like the moon, but they were as soft and loving as the most beautiful flower.
“What are you smiling for?” Elizabeth asked, obviously entranced by Richards looks.
“You seem like a nice girl is all, I like nice girls.”
“And I like nice boys, but you don’t see me grinning about like some love-struck teenager.”
“May I remind you that you are indeed a teenager…”
“How do you know that?” Elizabeth cut in, “I could simply be a very pretty and unwrinkled woman.” She smiled.
“Oh ho! Now who’s grinning like a love-struck teenager?” Richards laugh was almost musical. But not like the bright and happy music Elizabeth was used to. No. Richards’ laughter was more sad and mournful, yet still, Elizabeth was entranced.
* * *
“So, Richard… where did you come from?” Elizabeth and Richard sat in the mansions library in separate chairs across the room from each other. Richards newly bandaged head had been paining him, so Elizabeth requested hot tea, candles and that the library doors be closed so she and Richard may have some privacy.
“Where? I don’t actually know where I came from…”
“No need to be shy Richard, you’ve been here for hours with me and you haven’t told me much about yourself.” Elizabeths’ face glowered in the candle light, making her sweet face look almost evil. She glared at him from across the room, as if daring him to keep a secret from her.
“I can’t really say where I’m from Elizabeth-”
“Call me Liz.”
“Okay then, Liz. I can’t really say where I’m from. But I can for a fact tell you where I’m going…” Elizabeths’ face brightened up and she sat more comfortably in the cushions of the seat that had belonged to her mother years before.
“So where are you going young brave boy, who wanders through unknown forests with out even knowing what could be out there?”
“Are you trying to put some sort of tag on me?”
“No, merely stating what I’ve seen so far. What were you doing in those woods anyway? There are not many houses around here… were you coming to my house?”
“No, Christopher Columbus. I was merely traveling the country side. Enough about me though, what about you? Who exactly are you? Where are your parents? Why are you so beauti-” Richard stopped questioning and looked up at Elizabeth. There were tears in her eyes. He had done something wrong.
“I’m sorry Elizabeth, I didn’t me-”
“My parents are dead. My mother and father died at sea; the result of the feuding between Britain and the group of rebels that fled to the Caribbean to escape being flung into the kings’ army. They were on a cruise when the boat was bombarded by a ship bearing the British flag. The cruise ship had been mistaken for a rebel ship. But by the time the British soldiers had had time to react it was too late, the ship was already in flames and sinking to the bottom of the ocean.”
“I’m sorry Elizabeth.” Richard looked at Elizabeth, the flames from the flickering candles made his eyes even more gorgeous. Elizabeth found that she couldn’t get mad at him and mumbled, “didn’t I tell you to call me Liz?” She looked up at Richard, tears streaking her face and smiled to assure him that she was alright.
Outside the wind began to howl and a bolt of lightning lit up the sky in a bright flash of turquoise. “Ahhhhh” Richard sighed looking out of the window. “Seems as if there is going to be a storm.”
“You’re going to have to stay the night if the storm doesn’t let up.” Elizabeth stated.
“Why can’t I just go?” Richard asked.
“You have no place to go.” Elizabeth answered slight anger in her voice. “And if you did, I wouldn’t know about it since you won’t tell me anything about yourself.”
“I hardly know you, Liz. Why would I tell you anything about me?”
“I would expect you to trust me; I did save your life you know.”
“Is that what you call it? Knocking me in the head with an 800 and 60 something paged book?” Richard fumed.
“What is wrong with you!? You’re acting … odd. You weren’t like this earlier.” Elizabeth stared at Richard for a second and suddenly an idea struck her. “You’re afraid of storms aren’t you?”
“I am not!”
“Then why are you so desperate to leave the place where the storm is?”
“It’s just… it’s night and the moon isn’t showing all that well through the clouds” then he murmured “I may have enough time to get away.”
“Huh? What was that you said Richard?”
“Oh, nothing Eliz- Liz.”
“Are you okay?”
“…Yeah…”
Looking out of the window at the cloudy sky then back at Richard, Elizabeth sighed and said “are you sure?”
“If I wasn’t sure I’d be on the ground crying. I hate being confused.”
“Ha!” Elizabeth giggled. “It’s hard to imagine you crying over something so small.”
“You’d be surprised at how sensitive I am, don’t let these cold grey eyes fool you.”
“I don’t think your eyes are cold at all, in fact they are rather nice to look into.”
“It’s nearly time to go to bed, come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Elizabeth rose from the comfortable chair and strolled over to Richard with an outstretched hand. Richard grabbed hold and hoisted himself up from the chair. “You go to bed early don’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t think it’s early. It has to be near midnight by now; we’ve been here talking for hours now.” Elizabeth responded as she unlocked and flung open the library doors. Nurse maids immediately flooded Richard and Elizabeth asking all sorts of questions.
“Is he staying the night ma’am?”
“Should I prepare supper for two?”
“How is your head sir?” The maids bombarded the two with questions until Elizabeth thrust out the hand that was not still clasped in Richards and replied; “There is no need to prepare supper Alexandria, his head is fine Susan, and yes Martha, he is staying the night. Right, Richard?” In response, Richard merely nodded and smiled slightly. The maids all looked at Elizabeth questioningly and slumped away muttering to each other, “could she have fallen in love with the boy?” Susan asked her friends.
“Impossible, she’s only just met him” answered Alexandria.
“That is what happened to her parents you know, love at first look” Susan said.
“In their case, love at first book” Martha added.
“Ha ha, good one Martha” Alexandria and Susan laughed.
“Those three; always gossiping about something. I guess they need something to talk about, seeing as they never leave this mansion” Elizabeth laughed. She and Richard climbed the winding staircase coated with a shiny waxy substance; it seemed that the maids had recently done some house cleaning. Elizabeth had to let go of Richard to hold her dress up so that she wouldn’t fall on the way up. Richard looked at her dress and than at his own clothes and frowned while straightening his tunic and inconspicuously trying to unwrinkled his slacks.
“How can I ever compare to her?” he thought. “Such beauty and grace, while I am nothing but a commoner… she is of noble birth. She could be the one, but… I just don’t see a connection. She obviously sees something in me that I don’t; the way she talks about my eyes… the way she talks to me overall is just stunning. She’s only just met me and she is showing such hospitality… I don’t believe I’ve met a girl quite like her in all of my 17 years. She is truly a gem… and maybe… just maybe… that may be the reason that I’m falling for her…”
“Here we are, you can sleep here for the night. This is the old guest room; it’s only a few doors down from my room if you need anything. Goodnight Richard.” Elizabeth pushed open a pair of giant oak wood doors, revealing a giant room with a large bed, a few dressers and what looked like a personal bathroom. Richard had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even realized that they had reached their destination and that Elizabeth was now leaving to go to her own room.
“Uh, yeah… sure. Goodnight Liz.” He slowly trudged into the room and closed the doors after watching Elizabeth walk away and turn into another room just 4 doors down to the right by the stairs.
Richard glanced around the room and walked to one of the dressers. He opened it and coughed when a little dust rose from the handle. Looking inside he was surprised to see a pair of mens pajamas and underwear. They looked like they had been bought a few years ago, put in this drawer and not been disturbed since. “Hmmm” Richard thought as he stripped from his clothes and put on the pajamas, “her or her parents must have been expecting a guest a while back. Guess he didn’t come by the looks of things.” He folded his clothes and placed them on top of the dresser. Looking into the mirror he ran his fingers through his jet black hair and stared into his own grey eyes, a shiver went down his spine as the lightning flashed; sending a momentary silver glow over everything in the room and making his eyes look even greyer than usual. “As long as the moon doesn’t show too soon, I’ll be fine” he said dusting off, then climbing into the bed and pulling the blankets up to his chin. He rolled over on his side and soon had fallen into a deep sleep.
In Elizabeths room, she was dressed in her pajamas and pacing the floor. “What is it about him that has me so spellbound?” she asked herself glancing into the mirror. “Ever since I hit him with that book, I’ve felt a certain attachment to him. It’s odd that I should be falling for someone I hardly know, but that’s what seems to be happening now. Why should it be a problem anyway? My mother and father aren’t here to judge me and the maids don’t really have a say in with who I fall in love with, even though they have been looking after me since the accident, bless their souls. No, no. There is no need to stress about this, I’m just going to go to bed and see what happens tomorrow. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do… it’s a plan then.”
She took one last look at herself in the mirror and tied her hair up into a pony tail. “I’ll see what my heart says tomorrow, and then I’ll decide what to do.” She looked out of the window and seen lightning flash across the sky, creating a grey silhouette of everything in her room and making her wonder what Richard was doing as she climbed into bed and snuggled up against the pillow. The last thing she heard was thunder that sounded millions of miles away before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
* * *
Richard awoke with a sharp pain in the side of his head where Elizabeth had hit him with the book; cold sweat was pouring down his face and making his skin slippery. He looked out of the window that was on the side of the bed; the moon was shining brightly and causing Richard to have to shield his eyes while looking at it.
“What do you want?” Richard frowned looking at the moon.
“Riiiicharrrrd…” the moons “voice” whispered as a cool breeze opened the window and caressed Richards face. Richard turned his face away and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
“Leave me alone” Richard turned back and glared at the moon with such hatred that it scared him.
The wind blew again, “don’t defy me, Richard. You have a job to do.”
“She’s not the one, she’s not the one.” Richard hung his head, trying to avoid the moons icy “stare”.
“I’ve been watching, Richard, she seems like a nice warm person. She treats you nicely… Does she not?” The wind blew slightly harder and the blanket shivered off of the bed.
“Yes, she does but… she’s not the one…” Richard got up from the bed and slowly walked over to the window.
“I told you the kind of one I need, Richard. You know the deal, Richard. You agreed. In turn for your immortality, you must make me happy. I need the soul of a warm hearted girl.” The wind reminded Richard in a sweet and phony voice.
“And I will find you one. But don’t put Liz into this…” Richards voice trailed off.
“Oh ho! Liz is it? She’s fallen for you hasn’t she, Richard?”
“How would I know? I didn’t bother to ask her about her feelings for me. We just met you know.”
“But you’ve fallen for her”
“How do you…”
“I know everything about your’ feelings, Richard. When I gave you the gift of immortality, in order to do so I had to give you a piece of my soul. We are connected, but only during the night. During the day, you have your own soul and your feelings are private. But now, now everything you think of, everything you feel during the night, I know about it.” The wind seemed to be laughing at the fact that Richard was trapped.
“Well what if I decided I don’t want to do this any more?” Richard questioned.
“It’s too late, Richard. You’ve already killed 7 girls that weren’t worthy of me. You are trapped until you accomplish what I’ve instructed you to do.”
“It was all a mistake.”
“You ARE falling for this girl aren’t you? Well, well, well, Richard. I never thought you would let love get in the way of your job.” The wind blew softly.
“I’m not...”
“You are, and the only reason I drew you into the woods surrounding this girls house is because I wanted you to do your job. She is a moon- lover is she not? Your job is to see if she is worthy, and if not… you’ll just kill her and go on your way.”
“You control me when I kill those girls! So technically speaking, I don’t kill girls, you do!”
“Ahhhh yes. But I use your hands to do so Richard. So you are indeed the murderer even if you aren’t the one who wanted to kill those unworthy of me.” The moons glow seemed to brighten up while on the subject of killing young women.
“No!” Richard covered his ears. “I’m not a murderer!”
“You are, Richard. You cannot block me out. I’m in your head.”
“Leave me alone!” Richard almost fell out of the open window trying to scramble away from the moons light. “I’ll do what you say.”
“Oh I know you will, Richard… be ready. She comes to now…”
Richard slammed the window and the shutters closed, trying to block out the moons evil glow. He slid down the wall and into a heap sobbing. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He didn’t want to kill girls because the moon thought they weren’t worthy to be the moons love. He was really falling for Elizabeth and he didn’t want to hurt her. He realized that he had to get out of the moons gaze before he could even tell Elizabeth what was going on. He then wondered if she would even believe him. He imagined what would happen if she thought he was joking:
“Gee Elizabeth, what can I say? The moon controls me at night and I sometimes kill the girls who fall in love with me or who I fall in love with. The moon needs a soul mate or rather, he wants a soul mate… and as of right now, he wants you. He’s going to take your soul if you fall in love with me Elizabeth.”
“If you don’t like me Richard that’s all you need to say. Don’t tell crazy stories about psychotic moons.”
“Elizabeth I’m serious; And its not that I don’t like you. I don’t want you to get your soul sucked out.”
“So you do like me?”
“Well, yeah but... we’re way off subject, Liz”
“So let’s hush then, and leave it at that.”
Richard wiped his eyes and groaned. “That’s just great! She’s going to think I’m crazy and that I don’t like her. Beaver dam!”
There was a knock at the door, soft and quiet; as if the person on the other side was curious if Richard was awake but did not want to wake him if he wasn’t. The moons voice flooded into his head, “I’ll leave you be for now Richard. I won’t even listen to you two. In fact I will cut the connection between us for a few hours, just because I like you. But I’ll still be expecting a soul, Richard. Don’t forget.”
Richard grinned in the dark, not because of the moons courtesy, but because he was finally going to be alone for the first time in a year without worrying about the moon interrupting him as it had done so many times before. He rose from the floor and staggered towards the door just as the person on the other side knocked again and he heard a whisper. “Richard? Richard, are you awake?” It was Elizabeth, Richard sighed happily. “Richard, it’s me, its Elizabeth.”
“I’m here.” Richard said as he flung open the doors to see Elizabeth with her hair tied up into a neat little ponytail and wearing her cute little nightgown.
“Hi.” Elizabeth wiggled her fingers at him.
“Hey, what’s up?” Richard sniffled.
“Are you okay?” she arched one eyebrow and frowned.
“Yeah, I’m okay… I was just… um… looking at the moon. Yeah, I was just looking at the moon.” Then he thought, “It’s not really a lie. I was looking at the moon.”
Elizabeth smiled and said, “I know a place where you can get a better look at the moon, I’m going there now. You care to join me?”
“Well, I um…” Richard remembered what the moon had said: “I’ll leave you be for now Richard. I won’t even listen to you two. In fact I will cut the connection between us for a few hours…”
“Yes, I would” he smiled; “I would very much like to come with you.”
“Well come on, the moons not going to wait while we sit here chatting.” Elizabeth grabbed Richards hand and raced out of the room towards her own.
“Where are we going Elizabeth?” Richard asked.
“We can’t go down the stairs, the maids are down there no doubt and they wouldn’t let me just go wandering through he forest at night; especially with you.” She explained.
Richard felt a little offended, “well why not?” he questioned.
“Well” Elizabeth began, “I DID only just meet you and everything. But even if they don’t trust you I do. I don’t know what it is about you but I feel safe around you.”
“Oh, is that all?” Richard asked relieved that Elizabeth hadn’t said anything about him popping up out of nowhere and relieved that she hadn’t started asking questions about his past again.
“Yes, I do believe that’s all. Well come on then Richard, we want to get there before the sun rises, you know? Otherwise there will be no moon to look at.”
“Yes” Richard mumbled as he followed Elizabeth, only able to see her because of her white night gown and how it clashed against the darkness; like a shield to all evil.
“You aren’t afraid of heights are you?” Elizabeth asked once they had reached her room and she was already sitting on the window sill.
“Of course not, I dare say that I am very brave and not at all afraid of heights.” Richard replied standing up straight and tall in the darkness and sticking his nose in the air.
“Okay then “Prince” Richard.” Elizabeth smiled then turned her face away from Richard and towards the night sky.
“You aren’t really going to jump now are you? You should let me go first so I can catch you when you jump.” Richard looked at the back of Elizabeths head and watched as the wind whipped her hair from side to side.
“Is this the sort of “Damsel in Distress” kind of thing?” Elizabeth questioned, “Because if it is, I am NOT the girl.”
“Well I-”. Richard couldn’t finish. Elizabeth had snorted and leapt from the window just as he was going to say that it wasn’t so much of “Damsel in Distress” thing. He just wanted to have a reason to touch her. Instead he ended up crying out her name and racing to the window to see if she was still in one piece. “Elizabeth!”
“Richard calm down, I’m fine!” Elizabeth whispered back up to him loud enough for him to only hear “I’m fine.” His heart felt a sudden pang of happiness at the fact that Elizabeth was okay.
“Oh thank goodness.” Richard now climbed onto the window sill and looked down. “This is kind of high up Liz” he gulped.
“Oh come on. With all that yelling you did a minute ago, you probably woke up the maids and they’re probably on their way up here right now” Elizabeth complained. “Now COME ON!” The sound in Elizabeths’ voice was calm yet sounded hasty. It some what frightened Richard and he jumped without even a second thought. He went crashing to the ground in a heap; dust rose all around him and he groaned loudly.
“Oh!” Elizabeth cried out, she dashed to Richards side and kneeled down next to him. “Are you okay Richard?” Richard looked up at Elizabeth, rolling his eyes around in his head.
“Think I might have hit my head or something”
“Are you okay other than that?” Elizabeth grabbed his hand and helped him rise from the soft ground.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good, let’s just hope you don’t go mentally ill, you’ve been hitting your head a lot since you’ve been here. Now come on, the maids would have heard that and are probably rushing up to our rooms now.” She released his hand and darted through the straight path between her roses and into the moonlit trees, disappearing from Richards sight.
“Elizabeth?” Richard bustled after her, trying hard not to look up at the moon, it would have ruined the time he was having with Elizabeth. Chasing her through the woods was rather exhilarating to him. He heard her voice, laughingly taunting him and seducing him farther into the woods from which he’d come. “Elizabeth, don’t go to far from me! I can’t really see through the trees.”
“Don’t be so bleating about it Richard, I’m here.” Suddenly, as if out of no where, a small hand became visible through the tree that he was standing by. Richard blissfully grabbed her hand and allowed her to lead the rest of the way through the woods. Watching the moonlight illuminating Elizabeths hair made Richard start to wonder.
“Elizabeth, why do you like the moon so much?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Elizabeth stopped in her tracks, let go of Richards hand and spun around to face him.
“Why do you like the moon so much?” Richard had such an intense look in his eyes that if almost frightened her. It most certainly would have had she not trusted him.
“I… I don’t know? Why do you ask?” Elizabeth questioned flipping her hair behind her shoulders and gazing into those grey eyes.
“Because…it’s important to me...” Richard looked down at his feet, realizing they were bare.
“Well, if it’s important to you…” Elizabeth walked up to Richard and made him look at her. Then, pressing her lips against his she smiled and said “it’s important to me.” Richard smiled childishly at her and grabbed her hand. “No, but really… the moon is important to me because when I was younger, my parents were never home during the day. They would come home late and I’d be waiting in the library for them in the cushiony chair; When I managed to stay awake. We’d always sit up at all hours of the night reading different stories. We wouldn’t read using candlelight though… we’d use the moonlight instead. The day my parents died, I stayed up all night crying; the moon seemed to be comforting me even when no one else could. Ever since then, I’ve been crazy about the moon…longing to be around it all the time, especially when I’m hurting inside.” Looking at Richard she felt a tear roll down her face but didn’t get a chance to wipe it this time. Richard was already at it. He cradled her in his arms and spoke softly to her as he wiped away the tears streaking her beautiful face. He brushed away a piece of hair that had plastered itself to her face and gazed into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and lowered his face down level to hers.
“Don’t worry about it any more, Liz. I promise that from now on, I’ll be here… I’m not going anywhere.” Elizabeth smiled weakly at him, her red eyes seeming to get whiter and happier than they were. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Richard stepped forward and Elizabeth fell backwards into the tree that was directly behind him. They smiled at each others clumsiness and kissed briefly once more. “Good Lord” Richard thought “I think I’m in love.”
Not surprisingly, the trip didn’t take long after that, and Richard began to loathe the clearing they had finally reached. The moons light shined on Elizabeth in an odd way through the hierarchies, hitting certain spots on her and making her look even more beautiful. “Come on, Richard; the lake is just over that hill there” Elizabeth pointed to a mound about 5 yards in front of them. Close as it was, it was so massive that the lake couldn’t be seen from the position the two were in. Elizabeth let go of Richards hand and loped to the hill in ten bounding leaps, her gown flitted behind her giving her the look of an angel slipping down from the heavens to mingle with the commoners. Richard chuckled to himself and followed her slowly over the hill, kicking small pebbles and crushing a few flowers. Reaching the top of the hill, Richard saw that Elizabeth was already sitting down by the very edge of the lake; and what a lake it was. It was vast and clean and… beautiful. Richard saw what made Elizabeth want to come to the lake
“…Joshua pulled his sword out of his opponent, wiping the blood off on the mans’ shirt and smiled warmly at his thoughts. He pictured it now, the parties and festivals that would be held in his favor when he returned home as the victor in the war that had raged on…that is until he’d ended it. He strolled up to the woman he had been showing off for the whole while he was fighting with Cohen and said, “All this commotion over you”
““Was I not worth it?””
““Indeed you were, are you prepared to go home?””
““Yes, I believe I am brave knight.”” “And with that, Joshua and the maiden boarded the waiting vessel and headed homeward with Joshua remembering past events the whole way back… WHAT A LOAD OF RUBBISH!” Elizabeth slammed the book shut and glared at the title, For the Love of a Maiden, “this book hardly talks about the woman. How come women are never really mentioned in books unless they are part if an intimate scene? We are better for more that just arousing old mens’ fantasies. I don’t even care; this book is poorly written anyway.” Elizabeth rose from her bed and went to her bay seat to glance out of the open window at her beautifully planted garden of white and red roses, fury drawn all across her face. “I refuse to read another book like this. The hero is always the male and the woman is always the “damsel in distress””. Elizabeth took one last look at the book and flung it out of the window with all her might, it flew into the trees of the forest that was part of her backyard and hit what Elizabeth thought was a tree until it said “ouch!” and crumbled into a heap.
“Oh!” Elizabeth realized it was actually a person she’d hit when it was too late, she grabbed hold of the window ledge and eased herself to the edge of it until she plummeted down to the soft earth below and landed smoothly on her feet as she had done so many times before when sneaking out of the palace-like mansion to go to the lake that was through the forest and past a plain to get a better look at the moon. (When it was full, it seemed to be calling to her. She did this so many times that when the moon wasn’t full she found herself sulking in shadows and only leaving her bed to tell the nurse maids what she wanted for dinner.) She dusted the little bit of dirt that had somehow found its way onto her dress and continued on her way to the person she had probably injured pretty badly, that book had had 864 pages and she had flung it really hard out of that window that was now towering four stories above her.
She reached the crumpled, groaning body and tapped it gently; the groaning stopped and the person loosened themselves up a little. “Um, excuse me… I accidentally hit you in the head with my book. I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me.” The person suddenly stretched out and rolled over, facing her. That’s Elizabeth saw that it was a young man she had hit. The boy lay there with his eyes closed and his face screwed up with pain. Elizabeth noticed that there was a spot on the boys’ head that was bleeding and surveyed the surroundings. She noticed a rock that also had blood on it and felt bad to know that it had been her book that had caused him to fall and hit his head.
Though the young man was bleeding severely Elizabeth didn’t move, not even to check how deep the wound was. She kept her bright brown eyes focused on his eyelids. “I can’t move” she thought, “not until I see his eyes.” She felt that if she could just see his eyes she would know that he was okay. She whisked her long brown hair behind her and stared intently. He sat up with his eyes still closed and grumbled, “How many pages was that?”
“About 800 and 60 some thing or close to that” Elizabeth answered.
“Tough on the noggin eh?” he attempted to open his eyes; a feeling of excitement came over Elizabeth until he stopped trying and shut his eyes even tighter.
“Not really, it was easy, and quite aggravating, I must say. The story line was awful.”
“Well, they always say that the journey not traveled is the one you miss the most.”
“Who says that?”
“Other than me? No one I suppose.”
The boy put a hand up to his head and felt the blood. “Bludgeoned me good didn’t it?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. At least you’re in your right mind… please allow me to take you into my home. My nurse maids will gladly help you.”
“No, I’m fine on my own; I’ll just be going on my way then.”
“Please no, I feel as if this is all my fault. Let me help you.”
“I don’t like to be a burden, so I’ll just go on my way.”
“You wouldn’t be a burden at all, you must come in.”
Elizabeth grabbed hold of the boy and attempted to pull him to his feet. At that he opened his eyes and looked up at Elizabeth questioningly. She automatically let go of him and he crashed back to the ground, eyes still full of question. Elizabeth sat in front of the boy and stared at his incredibly handsome face. He sat up and stared back at her. Elizabeth smiled warmly and touched his cheek saying “you’re eyes… they’re big and grey. They look like a full moon…”
“Why did you try to pick me up and then just dro-A full moon?”
“Yes.”
“You sound as if you like the moon. I love the moon. What is your name?”
“Elizabeth.”
“Elizabeth… I’m Richard.”
“Richard… please come to house. I can help you.”
“Okay, if you’re going to beg” Richard said sarcastically.
“Who’s begging you?”
“No one, I was being playful,” he stood up and helped Elizabeth from the ground smiling. His eyes may have looked like the moon, but they were as soft and loving as the most beautiful flower.
“What are you smiling for?” Elizabeth asked, obviously entranced by Richards looks.
“You seem like a nice girl is all, I like nice girls.”
“And I like nice boys, but you don’t see me grinning about like some love-struck teenager.”
“May I remind you that you are indeed a teenager…”
“How do you know that?” Elizabeth cut in, “I could simply be a very pretty and unwrinkled woman.” She smiled.
“Oh ho! Now who’s grinning like a love-struck teenager?” Richards laugh was almost musical. But not like the bright and happy music Elizabeth was used to. No. Richards’ laughter was more sad and mournful, yet still, Elizabeth was entranced.
* * *
“So, Richard… where did you come from?” Elizabeth and Richard sat in the mansions library in separate chairs across the room from each other. Richards newly bandaged head had been paining him, so Elizabeth requested hot tea, candles and that the library doors be closed so she and Richard may have some privacy.
“Where? I don’t actually know where I came from…”
“No need to be shy Richard, you’ve been here for hours with me and you haven’t told me much about yourself.” Elizabeths’ face glowered in the candle light, making her sweet face look almost evil. She glared at him from across the room, as if daring him to keep a secret from her.
“I can’t really say where I’m from Elizabeth-”
“Call me Liz.”
“Okay then, Liz. I can’t really say where I’m from. But I can for a fact tell you where I’m going…” Elizabeths’ face brightened up and she sat more comfortably in the cushions of the seat that had belonged to her mother years before.
“So where are you going young brave boy, who wanders through unknown forests with out even knowing what could be out there?”
“Are you trying to put some sort of tag on me?”
“No, merely stating what I’ve seen so far. What were you doing in those woods anyway? There are not many houses around here… were you coming to my house?”
“No, Christopher Columbus. I was merely traveling the country side. Enough about me though, what about you? Who exactly are you? Where are your parents? Why are you so beauti-” Richard stopped questioning and looked up at Elizabeth. There were tears in her eyes. He had done something wrong.
“I’m sorry Elizabeth, I didn’t me-”
“My parents are dead. My mother and father died at sea; the result of the feuding between Britain and the group of rebels that fled to the Caribbean to escape being flung into the kings’ army. They were on a cruise when the boat was bombarded by a ship bearing the British flag. The cruise ship had been mistaken for a rebel ship. But by the time the British soldiers had had time to react it was too late, the ship was already in flames and sinking to the bottom of the ocean.”
“I’m sorry Elizabeth.” Richard looked at Elizabeth, the flames from the flickering candles made his eyes even more gorgeous. Elizabeth found that she couldn’t get mad at him and mumbled, “didn’t I tell you to call me Liz?” She looked up at Richard, tears streaking her face and smiled to assure him that she was alright.
Outside the wind began to howl and a bolt of lightning lit up the sky in a bright flash of turquoise. “Ahhhhh” Richard sighed looking out of the window. “Seems as if there is going to be a storm.”
“You’re going to have to stay the night if the storm doesn’t let up.” Elizabeth stated.
“Why can’t I just go?” Richard asked.
“You have no place to go.” Elizabeth answered slight anger in her voice. “And if you did, I wouldn’t know about it since you won’t tell me anything about yourself.”
“I hardly know you, Liz. Why would I tell you anything about me?”
“I would expect you to trust me; I did save your life you know.”
“Is that what you call it? Knocking me in the head with an 800 and 60 something paged book?” Richard fumed.
“What is wrong with you!? You’re acting … odd. You weren’t like this earlier.” Elizabeth stared at Richard for a second and suddenly an idea struck her. “You’re afraid of storms aren’t you?”
“I am not!”
“Then why are you so desperate to leave the place where the storm is?”
“It’s just… it’s night and the moon isn’t showing all that well through the clouds” then he murmured “I may have enough time to get away.”
“Huh? What was that you said Richard?”
“Oh, nothing Eliz- Liz.”
“Are you okay?”
“…Yeah…”
Looking out of the window at the cloudy sky then back at Richard, Elizabeth sighed and said “are you sure?”
“If I wasn’t sure I’d be on the ground crying. I hate being confused.”
“Ha!” Elizabeth giggled. “It’s hard to imagine you crying over something so small.”
“You’d be surprised at how sensitive I am, don’t let these cold grey eyes fool you.”
“I don’t think your eyes are cold at all, in fact they are rather nice to look into.”
“It’s nearly time to go to bed, come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Elizabeth rose from the comfortable chair and strolled over to Richard with an outstretched hand. Richard grabbed hold and hoisted himself up from the chair. “You go to bed early don’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t think it’s early. It has to be near midnight by now; we’ve been here talking for hours now.” Elizabeth responded as she unlocked and flung open the library doors. Nurse maids immediately flooded Richard and Elizabeth asking all sorts of questions.
“Is he staying the night ma’am?”
“Should I prepare supper for two?”
“How is your head sir?” The maids bombarded the two with questions until Elizabeth thrust out the hand that was not still clasped in Richards and replied; “There is no need to prepare supper Alexandria, his head is fine Susan, and yes Martha, he is staying the night. Right, Richard?” In response, Richard merely nodded and smiled slightly. The maids all looked at Elizabeth questioningly and slumped away muttering to each other, “could she have fallen in love with the boy?” Susan asked her friends.
“Impossible, she’s only just met him” answered Alexandria.
“That is what happened to her parents you know, love at first look” Susan said.
“In their case, love at first book” Martha added.
“Ha ha, good one Martha” Alexandria and Susan laughed.
“Those three; always gossiping about something. I guess they need something to talk about, seeing as they never leave this mansion” Elizabeth laughed. She and Richard climbed the winding staircase coated with a shiny waxy substance; it seemed that the maids had recently done some house cleaning. Elizabeth had to let go of Richard to hold her dress up so that she wouldn’t fall on the way up. Richard looked at her dress and than at his own clothes and frowned while straightening his tunic and inconspicuously trying to unwrinkled his slacks.
“How can I ever compare to her?” he thought. “Such beauty and grace, while I am nothing but a commoner… she is of noble birth. She could be the one, but… I just don’t see a connection. She obviously sees something in me that I don’t; the way she talks about my eyes… the way she talks to me overall is just stunning. She’s only just met me and she is showing such hospitality… I don’t believe I’ve met a girl quite like her in all of my 17 years. She is truly a gem… and maybe… just maybe… that may be the reason that I’m falling for her…”
“Here we are, you can sleep here for the night. This is the old guest room; it’s only a few doors down from my room if you need anything. Goodnight Richard.” Elizabeth pushed open a pair of giant oak wood doors, revealing a giant room with a large bed, a few dressers and what looked like a personal bathroom. Richard had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even realized that they had reached their destination and that Elizabeth was now leaving to go to her own room.
“Uh, yeah… sure. Goodnight Liz.” He slowly trudged into the room and closed the doors after watching Elizabeth walk away and turn into another room just 4 doors down to the right by the stairs.
Richard glanced around the room and walked to one of the dressers. He opened it and coughed when a little dust rose from the handle. Looking inside he was surprised to see a pair of mens pajamas and underwear. They looked like they had been bought a few years ago, put in this drawer and not been disturbed since. “Hmmm” Richard thought as he stripped from his clothes and put on the pajamas, “her or her parents must have been expecting a guest a while back. Guess he didn’t come by the looks of things.” He folded his clothes and placed them on top of the dresser. Looking into the mirror he ran his fingers through his jet black hair and stared into his own grey eyes, a shiver went down his spine as the lightning flashed; sending a momentary silver glow over everything in the room and making his eyes look even greyer than usual. “As long as the moon doesn’t show too soon, I’ll be fine” he said dusting off, then climbing into the bed and pulling the blankets up to his chin. He rolled over on his side and soon had fallen into a deep sleep.
In Elizabeths room, she was dressed in her pajamas and pacing the floor. “What is it about him that has me so spellbound?” she asked herself glancing into the mirror. “Ever since I hit him with that book, I’ve felt a certain attachment to him. It’s odd that I should be falling for someone I hardly know, but that’s what seems to be happening now. Why should it be a problem anyway? My mother and father aren’t here to judge me and the maids don’t really have a say in with who I fall in love with, even though they have been looking after me since the accident, bless their souls. No, no. There is no need to stress about this, I’m just going to go to bed and see what happens tomorrow. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do… it’s a plan then.”
She took one last look at herself in the mirror and tied her hair up into a pony tail. “I’ll see what my heart says tomorrow, and then I’ll decide what to do.” She looked out of the window and seen lightning flash across the sky, creating a grey silhouette of everything in her room and making her wonder what Richard was doing as she climbed into bed and snuggled up against the pillow. The last thing she heard was thunder that sounded millions of miles away before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
* * *
Richard awoke with a sharp pain in the side of his head where Elizabeth had hit him with the book; cold sweat was pouring down his face and making his skin slippery. He looked out of the window that was on the side of the bed; the moon was shining brightly and causing Richard to have to shield his eyes while looking at it.
“What do you want?” Richard frowned looking at the moon.
“Riiiicharrrrd…” the moons “voice” whispered as a cool breeze opened the window and caressed Richards face. Richard turned his face away and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
“Leave me alone” Richard turned back and glared at the moon with such hatred that it scared him.
The wind blew again, “don’t defy me, Richard. You have a job to do.”
“She’s not the one, she’s not the one.” Richard hung his head, trying to avoid the moons icy “stare”.
“I’ve been watching, Richard, she seems like a nice warm person. She treats you nicely… Does she not?” The wind blew slightly harder and the blanket shivered off of the bed.
“Yes, she does but… she’s not the one…” Richard got up from the bed and slowly walked over to the window.
“I told you the kind of one I need, Richard. You know the deal, Richard. You agreed. In turn for your immortality, you must make me happy. I need the soul of a warm hearted girl.” The wind reminded Richard in a sweet and phony voice.
“And I will find you one. But don’t put Liz into this…” Richards voice trailed off.
“Oh ho! Liz is it? She’s fallen for you hasn’t she, Richard?”
“How would I know? I didn’t bother to ask her about her feelings for me. We just met you know.”
“But you’ve fallen for her”
“How do you…”
“I know everything about your’ feelings, Richard. When I gave you the gift of immortality, in order to do so I had to give you a piece of my soul. We are connected, but only during the night. During the day, you have your own soul and your feelings are private. But now, now everything you think of, everything you feel during the night, I know about it.” The wind seemed to be laughing at the fact that Richard was trapped.
“Well what if I decided I don’t want to do this any more?” Richard questioned.
“It’s too late, Richard. You’ve already killed 7 girls that weren’t worthy of me. You are trapped until you accomplish what I’ve instructed you to do.”
“It was all a mistake.”
“You ARE falling for this girl aren’t you? Well, well, well, Richard. I never thought you would let love get in the way of your job.” The wind blew softly.
“I’m not...”
“You are, and the only reason I drew you into the woods surrounding this girls house is because I wanted you to do your job. She is a moon- lover is she not? Your job is to see if she is worthy, and if not… you’ll just kill her and go on your way.”
“You control me when I kill those girls! So technically speaking, I don’t kill girls, you do!”
“Ahhhh yes. But I use your hands to do so Richard. So you are indeed the murderer even if you aren’t the one who wanted to kill those unworthy of me.” The moons glow seemed to brighten up while on the subject of killing young women.
“No!” Richard covered his ears. “I’m not a murderer!”
“You are, Richard. You cannot block me out. I’m in your head.”
“Leave me alone!” Richard almost fell out of the open window trying to scramble away from the moons light. “I’ll do what you say.”
“Oh I know you will, Richard… be ready. She comes to now…”
Richard slammed the window and the shutters closed, trying to block out the moons evil glow. He slid down the wall and into a heap sobbing. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He didn’t want to kill girls because the moon thought they weren’t worthy to be the moons love. He was really falling for Elizabeth and he didn’t want to hurt her. He realized that he had to get out of the moons gaze before he could even tell Elizabeth what was going on. He then wondered if she would even believe him. He imagined what would happen if she thought he was joking:
“Gee Elizabeth, what can I say? The moon controls me at night and I sometimes kill the girls who fall in love with me or who I fall in love with. The moon needs a soul mate or rather, he wants a soul mate… and as of right now, he wants you. He’s going to take your soul if you fall in love with me Elizabeth.”
“If you don’t like me Richard that’s all you need to say. Don’t tell crazy stories about psychotic moons.”
“Elizabeth I’m serious; And its not that I don’t like you. I don’t want you to get your soul sucked out.”
“So you do like me?”
“Well, yeah but... we’re way off subject, Liz”
“So let’s hush then, and leave it at that.”
Richard wiped his eyes and groaned. “That’s just great! She’s going to think I’m crazy and that I don’t like her. Beaver dam!”
There was a knock at the door, soft and quiet; as if the person on the other side was curious if Richard was awake but did not want to wake him if he wasn’t. The moons voice flooded into his head, “I’ll leave you be for now Richard. I won’t even listen to you two. In fact I will cut the connection between us for a few hours, just because I like you. But I’ll still be expecting a soul, Richard. Don’t forget.”
Richard grinned in the dark, not because of the moons courtesy, but because he was finally going to be alone for the first time in a year without worrying about the moon interrupting him as it had done so many times before. He rose from the floor and staggered towards the door just as the person on the other side knocked again and he heard a whisper. “Richard? Richard, are you awake?” It was Elizabeth, Richard sighed happily. “Richard, it’s me, its Elizabeth.”
“I’m here.” Richard said as he flung open the doors to see Elizabeth with her hair tied up into a neat little ponytail and wearing her cute little nightgown.
“Hi.” Elizabeth wiggled her fingers at him.
“Hey, what’s up?” Richard sniffled.
“Are you okay?” she arched one eyebrow and frowned.
“Yeah, I’m okay… I was just… um… looking at the moon. Yeah, I was just looking at the moon.” Then he thought, “It’s not really a lie. I was looking at the moon.”
Elizabeth smiled and said, “I know a place where you can get a better look at the moon, I’m going there now. You care to join me?”
“Well, I um…” Richard remembered what the moon had said: “I’ll leave you be for now Richard. I won’t even listen to you two. In fact I will cut the connection between us for a few hours…”
“Yes, I would” he smiled; “I would very much like to come with you.”
“Well come on, the moons not going to wait while we sit here chatting.” Elizabeth grabbed Richards hand and raced out of the room towards her own.
“Where are we going Elizabeth?” Richard asked.
“We can’t go down the stairs, the maids are down there no doubt and they wouldn’t let me just go wandering through he forest at night; especially with you.” She explained.
Richard felt a little offended, “well why not?” he questioned.
“Well” Elizabeth began, “I DID only just meet you and everything. But even if they don’t trust you I do. I don’t know what it is about you but I feel safe around you.”
“Oh, is that all?” Richard asked relieved that Elizabeth hadn’t said anything about him popping up out of nowhere and relieved that she hadn’t started asking questions about his past again.
“Yes, I do believe that’s all. Well come on then Richard, we want to get there before the sun rises, you know? Otherwise there will be no moon to look at.”
“Yes” Richard mumbled as he followed Elizabeth, only able to see her because of her white night gown and how it clashed against the darkness; like a shield to all evil.
“You aren’t afraid of heights are you?” Elizabeth asked once they had reached her room and she was already sitting on the window sill.
“Of course not, I dare say that I am very brave and not at all afraid of heights.” Richard replied standing up straight and tall in the darkness and sticking his nose in the air.
“Okay then “Prince” Richard.” Elizabeth smiled then turned her face away from Richard and towards the night sky.
“You aren’t really going to jump now are you? You should let me go first so I can catch you when you jump.” Richard looked at the back of Elizabeths head and watched as the wind whipped her hair from side to side.
“Is this the sort of “Damsel in Distress” kind of thing?” Elizabeth questioned, “Because if it is, I am NOT the girl.”
“Well I-”. Richard couldn’t finish. Elizabeth had snorted and leapt from the window just as he was going to say that it wasn’t so much of “Damsel in Distress” thing. He just wanted to have a reason to touch her. Instead he ended up crying out her name and racing to the window to see if she was still in one piece. “Elizabeth!”
“Richard calm down, I’m fine!” Elizabeth whispered back up to him loud enough for him to only hear “I’m fine.” His heart felt a sudden pang of happiness at the fact that Elizabeth was okay.
“Oh thank goodness.” Richard now climbed onto the window sill and looked down. “This is kind of high up Liz” he gulped.
“Oh come on. With all that yelling you did a minute ago, you probably woke up the maids and they’re probably on their way up here right now” Elizabeth complained. “Now COME ON!” The sound in Elizabeths’ voice was calm yet sounded hasty. It some what frightened Richard and he jumped without even a second thought. He went crashing to the ground in a heap; dust rose all around him and he groaned loudly.
“Oh!” Elizabeth cried out, she dashed to Richards side and kneeled down next to him. “Are you okay Richard?” Richard looked up at Elizabeth, rolling his eyes around in his head.
“Think I might have hit my head or something”
“Are you okay other than that?” Elizabeth grabbed his hand and helped him rise from the soft ground.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Good, let’s just hope you don’t go mentally ill, you’ve been hitting your head a lot since you’ve been here. Now come on, the maids would have heard that and are probably rushing up to our rooms now.” She released his hand and darted through the straight path between her roses and into the moonlit trees, disappearing from Richards sight.
“Elizabeth?” Richard bustled after her, trying hard not to look up at the moon, it would have ruined the time he was having with Elizabeth. Chasing her through the woods was rather exhilarating to him. He heard her voice, laughingly taunting him and seducing him farther into the woods from which he’d come. “Elizabeth, don’t go to far from me! I can’t really see through the trees.”
“Don’t be so bleating about it Richard, I’m here.” Suddenly, as if out of no where, a small hand became visible through the tree that he was standing by. Richard blissfully grabbed her hand and allowed her to lead the rest of the way through the woods. Watching the moonlight illuminating Elizabeths hair made Richard start to wonder.
“Elizabeth, why do you like the moon so much?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Elizabeth stopped in her tracks, let go of Richards hand and spun around to face him.
“Why do you like the moon so much?” Richard had such an intense look in his eyes that if almost frightened her. It most certainly would have had she not trusted him.
“I… I don’t know? Why do you ask?” Elizabeth questioned flipping her hair behind her shoulders and gazing into those grey eyes.
“Because…it’s important to me...” Richard looked down at his feet, realizing they were bare.
“Well, if it’s important to you…” Elizabeth walked up to Richard and made him look at her. Then, pressing her lips against his she smiled and said “it’s important to me.” Richard smiled childishly at her and grabbed her hand. “No, but really… the moon is important to me because when I was younger, my parents were never home during the day. They would come home late and I’d be waiting in the library for them in the cushiony chair; When I managed to stay awake. We’d always sit up at all hours of the night reading different stories. We wouldn’t read using candlelight though… we’d use the moonlight instead. The day my parents died, I stayed up all night crying; the moon seemed to be comforting me even when no one else could. Ever since then, I’ve been crazy about the moon…longing to be around it all the time, especially when I’m hurting inside.” Looking at Richard she felt a tear roll down her face but didn’t get a chance to wipe it this time. Richard was already at it. He cradled her in his arms and spoke softly to her as he wiped away the tears streaking her beautiful face. He brushed away a piece of hair that had plastered itself to her face and gazed into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and lowered his face down level to hers.
“Don’t worry about it any more, Liz. I promise that from now on, I’ll be here… I’m not going anywhere.” Elizabeth smiled weakly at him, her red eyes seeming to get whiter and happier than they were. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Richard stepped forward and Elizabeth fell backwards into the tree that was directly behind him. They smiled at each others clumsiness and kissed briefly once more. “Good Lord” Richard thought “I think I’m in love.”
Not surprisingly, the trip didn’t take long after that, and Richard began to loathe the clearing they had finally reached. The moons light shined on Elizabeth in an odd way through the hierarchies, hitting certain spots on her and making her look even more beautiful. “Come on, Richard; the lake is just over that hill there” Elizabeth pointed to a mound about 5 yards in front of them. Close as it was, it was so massive that the lake couldn’t be seen from the position the two were in. Elizabeth let go of Richards hand and loped to the hill in ten bounding leaps, her gown flitted behind her giving her the look of an angel slipping down from the heavens to mingle with the commoners. Richard chuckled to himself and followed her slowly over the hill, kicking small pebbles and crushing a few flowers. Reaching the top of the hill, Richard saw that Elizabeth was already sitting down by the very edge of the lake; and what a lake it was. It was vast and clean and… beautiful. Richard saw what made Elizabeth want to come to the lake
Eminem. I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!
i heard that when Eminem retired he gained 300 pounds!! i dont care though. I love Eminem. He could be as big as he wants to be. He's a good rapper. Anyway i also heard that he wants to come back so he's losing the weight and trying to come back. That'd be cool. I know all of his songs... in fact i'm listening to him now. "My Name Is". that's a funny song if you ask me. I used to be so in love with Eminem. I said that he was my hubbie in 4th grade. Mom told me that would be child molestation! I wasnt serious and she told me that. I was like 'Come on mom! i'm like 9 years old!' lol. I didnt wanna think about Eminem being a child molester. especially when je's got a daughter of his own that he talks about all the time....
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
They tell srories
they tell stories you know
the dead i mean
it's true
the dead who've risen
from their graves
tell stories
of death and regret
they tell stories of love and deciept
and despair
they tell stories you know
of hate and want
a deep want to live
to walk earth once more
but what they dont seem to understand
is they never leave
they're always here
as ghosts in the trees
in your house
in your cars
in your room
in the dark
so be wary and careful
speak not of them illy
for they can hear
and they repay
the dead i mean
it's true
the dead who've risen
from their graves
tell stories
of death and regret
they tell stories of love and deciept
and despair
they tell stories you know
of hate and want
a deep want to live
to walk earth once more
but what they dont seem to understand
is they never leave
they're always here
as ghosts in the trees
in your house
in your cars
in your room
in the dark
so be wary and careful
speak not of them illy
for they can hear
and they repay
I gave you my heart
I gave you my heart
and you tore it apart
like used paper
a note
of wordless blunder
my heart was something special
i gave it to no one
but you i sacrificed it to
you didnt even notice
you toyed with my emotions
destroyed my self respect
threw away my sanity
through and through i knew
that it was a big waste of time
to even step out of line
and give you my time
my heart
and you tore it apart
like used paper
a note
of wordless blunder
my heart was something special
i gave it to no one
but you i sacrificed it to
you didnt even notice
you toyed with my emotions
destroyed my self respect
threw away my sanity
through and through i knew
that it was a big waste of time
to even step out of line
and give you my time
my heart
Monday, March 17, 2008
Does school really suck?????
School is sooooooo boring. I'm serious. In mean, i came to SOTA trying to be a writer. I used to put my heart and soul into writing. Now i hate it! It's always "write this" and "read that" and "youhavetodothistobeabetterwriterbecauseitwillhelpyouandwewanttohelpyou" and "blahblahblah..." you know how it goes. Some times i wonder if it's just me or if this writing thing is really turning out to be garbage. Following the rules isnt right for me! I write because i want to. i write to be free. to get away from this meaningless talk being sputtered in my ear every day. now, i hate writing, it sucks to me now. this school... no, this class has done the worst thing in the world that it could do to me. it sucked out my love for writing and reading. MAN I HATE THIS PLACE! but on the other hand, when i'm away from school i'm happy and can write whatever i want. no strings attached. :)
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