I biked three miles yesterday.
And it didn't bother me as much as the first time! I was so proud inside :)
So today me and the familyyy went to Valleyfair and then to Chipotle. I'm really freakin' tired, you have no idea.
I watched Alice again, though, FINALLY!!!!! After that I decided to make Andrew Lee Potts my dream guy. Like, for realz. He's THAT gorgeous.
http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/4900000/Primeval-images-andrew-lee-potts-4977453-788-600.jpg
http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/show-patrol/assets_c/2009/12/potts-alice1-thumb-570x334-40616.jpg
http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9400000/Andrew-Lee-Potts-andrew-lee-potts-9408745-685-385.jpg
http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9300000/Yummy-Andrew-Potts-3-andrew-lee-potts-9389479-447-336.jpg
http://www.talentedbritishactors.co.uk/pics/potts3.jpg
I mean, seriously! Look at those GORGEOUS pictures! ;D
Well, that's kind of.. it.
Oh just kidding. Found a new artist, love her. Or at least one of her CDs haha. Her's a glimpse of her music:
Today
or maybe you'd like Say The Word.
My dear,
We're slow dancing in a burning room.
Every time it rains I listen to the sky
I wonder what's so great about sunshine
So everybody lives and everybody dies.
I watched The Sorcerer's Apprentice some days ago, and one of the "main" songs of it was a song I already knew, and already had fallen in love with from the promo of Pretty Little Liars.
Secrets by OneRepublic
:)
Au revoir...
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Biking, Talents, Hummus, YouTube.
Fell off my bike today. Left arm took the brunt of the fall. It now hurts to do certain movements T.T
I need to finish Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, and Angels & Demons so I can give them back to my friend. THEN I can start on the pile of 45 books of my own that I have yet to read :)
As you can probably guess... I like to read! I also enjoy other things, but I'm not overly good at them. I am average. Not average like MLIA average. Just average average. Likkkeee... Flute. Not good enough to get into the "better" band, but good enough to be able to sight play simple or easy-intermediate things okay. Or, piano. Sooooooo many people play piano, it's hard to measure up. Especially when they're playing things like:
Comptine D'un Autre Été L'aprés-Midi
although, I have recently been able to play most of it (albeit slowly), the sheets I acquired are missing notes that make it the complete song, but also harder.
The Heart Asks Pleasure First/The Promise
I don't think I'll ever attempt that. I mean, honestly, look at this finger work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc02fwnuNho&feature=related
Writing I always believed was one of my more strong points. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!! Yeah, I've learned better. I usually write something and the first half is good, and the other half sucks or doesn't make sense with the first half. It's brutal. Just look back at the blogs "Notes", "Little Girl Stories 1-5", and "Little Girl Stories 6-8". THEN you'll see.
In other news!
I found that I absolutely LOVE Tribe Organic Hummus in Sweet Roasted Red Pepper!!! It is delicious in the EXTREME. I highly recommend it. :D
So yesterday, I transferred almost ALL of my songs from my playlists on Playlist.com to YouTube. I now have 496 videos favorited on my main YouTube. (I have three that I still remember the usernames of.)
I think of that as a massive amount of videos to have on ONE little playlist thing o.o
On a happier note, here's a German song!
Au revoir.
I need to finish Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, and Angels & Demons so I can give them back to my friend. THEN I can start on the pile of 45 books of my own that I have yet to read :)
As you can probably guess... I like to read! I also enjoy other things, but I'm not overly good at them. I am average. Not average like MLIA average. Just average average. Likkkeee... Flute. Not good enough to get into the "better" band, but good enough to be able to sight play simple or easy-intermediate things okay. Or, piano. Sooooooo many people play piano, it's hard to measure up. Especially when they're playing things like:
Comptine D'un Autre Été L'aprés-Midi
although, I have recently been able to play most of it (albeit slowly), the sheets I acquired are missing notes that make it the complete song, but also harder.
The Heart Asks Pleasure First/The Promise
I don't think I'll ever attempt that. I mean, honestly, look at this finger work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc02fwnuNho&feature=related
Writing I always believed was one of my more strong points. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!! Yeah, I've learned better. I usually write something and the first half is good, and the other half sucks or doesn't make sense with the first half. It's brutal. Just look back at the blogs "Notes", "Little Girl Stories 1-5", and "Little Girl Stories 6-8". THEN you'll see.
In other news!
I found that I absolutely LOVE Tribe Organic Hummus in Sweet Roasted Red Pepper!!! It is delicious in the EXTREME. I highly recommend it. :D
So yesterday, I transferred almost ALL of my songs from my playlists on Playlist.com to YouTube. I now have 496 videos favorited on my main YouTube. (I have three that I still remember the usernames of.)
I think of that as a massive amount of videos to have on ONE little playlist thing o.o
On a happier note, here's a German song!
Au revoir.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
StumbleUpon
I have found the wonders of StumbleUpon to be very distracting and entertaining.
For the second time in 3 days, I was not able to sleep until very late. Very late being 2 to 3 A.M. I do not know why, and it is taking a toll on me immensely.
I want to cry. I want to sob. I want to talk about things, I want to scream, I want to hate, I want to dwell, I want to forgive, but I can't speak to anyone. You've taken that much away from me. You are connected to every single person that could possibly care. Now, I just want to be free.
Lovely Picture, Be My Future..
Girls Are Like Apples :)
Street Art Proposal
Your Color Profile (try it!)
10 Rules For Writers
Very Fun Sketch Swap
What You Learn From Anime
Pepperoni Pizza Puffs Recipe
Puppy Sunset Picture
Zebra Cheesecake Recipe
Magnetic Words
10 Rules For Being Human
26 Life Lessons
50 Things Everyone Should Know How To Do
Finish The Day, an Emerson Quote
Just some lovely-dovely stuff I found on StumbleUpon.
Eyes are so sore...
Au revoir.
For the second time in 3 days, I was not able to sleep until very late. Very late being 2 to 3 A.M. I do not know why, and it is taking a toll on me immensely.
I want to cry. I want to sob. I want to talk about things, I want to scream, I want to hate, I want to dwell, I want to forgive, but I can't speak to anyone. You've taken that much away from me. You are connected to every single person that could possibly care. Now, I just want to be free.
Lovely Picture, Be My Future..
Girls Are Like Apples :)
Street Art Proposal
Your Color Profile (try it!)
10 Rules For Writers
Very Fun Sketch Swap
What You Learn From Anime
Pepperoni Pizza Puffs Recipe
Puppy Sunset Picture
Zebra Cheesecake Recipe
Magnetic Words
10 Rules For Being Human
26 Life Lessons
50 Things Everyone Should Know How To Do
Finish The Day, an Emerson Quote
Just some lovely-dovely stuff I found on StumbleUpon.
Eyes are so sore...
Au revoir.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
What If The World Went Silent...?
No sounds, no harsh words, no music, no loving words, no words to tear at your heart, no words to heal your heart.
So, that's just something I wrote in April. I know this because it's on my deviantART. Speaking of deviantART, here are some links to pictures I like :)
The Seven Deadly Sins:
Lust
Vanity
Envy
Gluttony
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Have fun looking at them :)
Au revoir.
So, that's just something I wrote in April. I know this because it's on my deviantART. Speaking of deviantART, here are some links to pictures I like :)
- Look Up And Smile
- Locked In Your Heart
- Frozen
- Restraint
- Eye Picture
- Desired Constellation
- Chronoscape
- Musica en la noche
- Shy
- Greetings and Goodbyes
- A Beautiful Day
- In Between
- Blindfolded
- Bookends
- Reverie
- Dreams
- Umbrella
- When You Walk Away
- River Flows In You
- From Light
- A Slice Of Life
- Seasons Tree
- Seasonscape
- Forgotten Fairytales
- A Slow Dance
- Figure Dance
- Dance
- Last Five Minute Dance
- Dancing
- Lyrical Dance
- Sky Dance
- A Dance In The Sunset
- Mar de rocas
The Seven Deadly Sins:
Lust
Vanity
Envy
Gluttony
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Have fun looking at them :)
Au revoir.
Friday, July 2, 2010
I Couldn't Help But Song Hunt...
Songs I came across:
Kara no Tsubomi by MELL
No Vain by MELL
Songs I hunted down from dance recital:
A Good Day by Priscilla Ahn
Rainbow Connection by Sarah Mclaughlin
Sundrenched World by Joshua Radin
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Control, and I Will Love You are ones I couldn't find but want to find. Last 1 is a solo, duet, or trio from the showcase, but still. I want the songs. But it's hard because sometimes the names of the dances aren't the names of the songs.
Kara no Tsubomi by MELL
No Vain by MELL
Songs I hunted down from dance recital:
A Good Day by Priscilla Ahn
Rainbow Connection by Sarah Mclaughlin
Sundrenched World by Joshua Radin
I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Control, and I Will Love You are ones I couldn't find but want to find. Last 1 is a solo, duet, or trio from the showcase, but still. I want the songs. But it's hard because sometimes the names of the dances aren't the names of the songs.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Little Girl Stories 6-8
Blogger was being bitchy so I had to make two posts. Whoop-dee-doo.
Story 6
A school. Nothing unusual about this school, unless you count the inedible lunches. But lately girl students and Black Sprites have been disappearing. A girl, Kea, is one of the only Black Sprites left. The Black Sprites, a group of people, mostly teens, are sprites (small people with magic and ability to camouflage and can disappear) protect Adrian. They live on a star, which is called Vona. The person the Black Sprites protect is Adrian Emile Kamady, a White Sprite. The White Sprites are the sprites who give energy to the star so the star stays alive. If Valon or any other powerful White Sprite isn’t giving enough energy the people slowly start to disappear one by one. The White Sprites are the most powerful, then the Black Sprites, and then normal girls. Normal boys don’t have enough energy or power. When Adrian goes missing the Black Sprites must go on a journey to find Adrian, who ran away for a purpose. To destroy the Spirits. The Spirits are a group of beautiful elves that lure people into destroying others like the Black and White Sprites. But when Kea, a lower Black Sprite finds Adrian, he’s under the most powerful spell of all Spirits, Aya. Adrian puts Kea into a trance that makes her unable to wake till someone who truly cares about her comes for her. When Adrian finally gets released from Aya’s spell, he finds out that Kea found him, and tries to find her, but can’t. She has been sent to one of the most dangerous places, the Spirit’s star, Onva, where Spirits practice, teach new Spirits, and do anything they want. When Adrian finds Kea though, she’s in the Spirit’s power source. She is now the power source. Adrian will do anything to free her. Even give up his life. And that’s just what he does. Now Kea is out of the power source and she overthrows the Spirits. But for years she tries to get Adrian back when one year, she finally gets back into the power source. She finds Adrian, but she has 2 choices: She can stay with Adrian forever and let the Spirits take over Vona, or go back and stop the Spirits and never see Adrian again. She thought she knew what she was doing, but now she doesn’t. She can’t decide, so her did something that shocked everybody. She became a Spirit.
Story 7
Datyna Nyt Ytashia-Wyndfrint groaned in frustration as, yet again, her new friend, the new student at Fire Front School for Girls, Spures, said her name wrong. “Dah-tee-nah night tasha windfrit.” Datyna said slowly. “Ditina night tisha windfront.” Spures glanced anxiously at Datyna. Datyna sighed. “Just call me Why.” “Why or Whi like whispers?” Spures asked. “Whi.” Datyna answered. “It’s been my nickname since I was born.” Spures glanced at the time. “Yikes! We gotta go!” Wi glanced at the clock on the outside of their school. “Crap! Let’s go!” They ran inside Fire Front School for Girls and got the biggest shock of their life. “FIRE FRONT PUBLIC SCHOOL?!?!?!” everybody was yelling. Everybody (they were all girls) screamed and jumped up and down. Except Whi. “What’s wrong, Whi?” Spures asked. “Guys are coming...that means mean jokes, perverted comments, weird moments, giggly girls, and players and users.” Spures looked startled. She hadn’t expected that much sadness in Whi’s voice. But she could sense something else in there, was it a desperate tone, or scared tone? She couldn’t puzzle it out. But right then about 100 guys (there were 2000 girls) came walking towards the school. Every pair of eyes was on them. There was one that stood out among them. He skimmed the crowd with his eyes, that came to rest on Whi. Whi groaned and turned away, but they boy was instantly there holding her arm. Almost forcefully he pulled her back around to face him. “It’s been awhile, Yuna.” “I go by Whi, now, Vin.” Whi answered. “You should remember, it was my childhood nickname.” Vin’s amber eyes grew dark.
Story 8
Splash! A tiny water nymph dived into the clear blue crystal water. She surfaced and yelled, “Come on, Tissia! The water’s fine!” Tissia looked with frightened eyes at the water, and remembered the day she was almost killed by a human. She shouted back, “Um….. No thanks! I’m fine out here!” Tissia is an air nymph, and the runt of her kind, but despite being small she has long slender fingers, perfect for playing the flute, dark black floating wavy hair. She delivers lost items to humans, animals, and mythical creatures. Tissia is just a nickname, her real name being Tacasandria. The water nymph is Clairisia, also known as Kisa. She is Tissia’s assistant, training to be an IF (Item-finder) like Tissia. “Oh, come on Tissia! Please?” Kisa shouted. She’s still afraid of the water. Kisa thought sadly. Tissia shook her head, no, and started toward her office to start her work. She had always stayed away from the water so the humans won’t find her, because they thought IFs stole items instead of finding them! She especially had to stay away from Jayne, the girl who was always after her. Rustle, rustle. The trees seemed to be trying to scare me today. Tissia thought as she started to run. Everything seemed to loom around her. Kisa snapped out of her trance and started running toward the forest to catch up with Tissia. But Tissia was nowhere to be found. A splash echoed throughout the woods as Tissia dived into the water. Kisa smiled, and thought, Seems Tissia’s found something to deliver to someone who lives in the water. Tissia got out of the water and dried off her hair. She then found Kisa and they started back towards her office. When back at the office Tissia went to lie down. Kisa sighed; she had thought Tissia had gotten over her fear of water, but apparently not. Kisa got up and went to deliver a shirt to a human girl named Jasmine. Tissia woke with a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach and peeped when she saw Jayne, the human girl that hates her standing above her with a torch in hand and hose in the other. How did she know air nymphs can die from fire and I’m afraid of water? Tissia thought while she started screaming. Jayne threw the torch down and covered Tissia with a bag. Then she filled the bag with water. But right then Kisa came in and coaxed the water out of the bag and into the fire to put it out. Jayne had already started running. Tissia coughed and coughed while Kisa stated about a million reasons why Tissia and she should quit being an IF and an IF in training. But it was only 5 reasons:1. Jayne’s out to get her.
2. People don’t believe in Tissia.
3. People hate them.
4. People are losing too many things to count, and
5. Sometimes they don’t want to find the things and it is good for them to get over lost things.
Later that week...
Tissia was announcing to her family she was quitting when Kisa burst in babbling that she was sorry she was so late. Tissia then resumed with her announcement, “I’m quitting being an IF and Kisa will aid to me while I find a good place to stay. I’m aiming for Nymph Forest so Jayne won’t find me.” Her family then started to cheer, because this was the first time one of her family member’s wasn’t going to keep on being an Item-finder. “But, I am going to keep the flute so I won’t forget anything I’ve been through with my family!”
Well, now you’ve heard the myth of Tacasandria the Air Nymph.
Well, now that those are out there, I feel embarrassed. They're worse than I remembered XD
Story 6
A school. Nothing unusual about this school, unless you count the inedible lunches. But lately girl students and Black Sprites have been disappearing. A girl, Kea, is one of the only Black Sprites left. The Black Sprites, a group of people, mostly teens, are sprites (small people with magic and ability to camouflage and can disappear) protect Adrian. They live on a star, which is called Vona. The person the Black Sprites protect is Adrian Emile Kamady, a White Sprite. The White Sprites are the sprites who give energy to the star so the star stays alive. If Valon or any other powerful White Sprite isn’t giving enough energy the people slowly start to disappear one by one. The White Sprites are the most powerful, then the Black Sprites, and then normal girls. Normal boys don’t have enough energy or power. When Adrian goes missing the Black Sprites must go on a journey to find Adrian, who ran away for a purpose. To destroy the Spirits. The Spirits are a group of beautiful elves that lure people into destroying others like the Black and White Sprites. But when Kea, a lower Black Sprite finds Adrian, he’s under the most powerful spell of all Spirits, Aya. Adrian puts Kea into a trance that makes her unable to wake till someone who truly cares about her comes for her. When Adrian finally gets released from Aya’s spell, he finds out that Kea found him, and tries to find her, but can’t. She has been sent to one of the most dangerous places, the Spirit’s star, Onva, where Spirits practice, teach new Spirits, and do anything they want. When Adrian finds Kea though, she’s in the Spirit’s power source. She is now the power source. Adrian will do anything to free her. Even give up his life. And that’s just what he does. Now Kea is out of the power source and she overthrows the Spirits. But for years she tries to get Adrian back when one year, she finally gets back into the power source. She finds Adrian, but she has 2 choices: She can stay with Adrian forever and let the Spirits take over Vona, or go back and stop the Spirits and never see Adrian again. She thought she knew what she was doing, but now she doesn’t. She can’t decide, so her did something that shocked everybody. She became a Spirit.
Story 7
Datyna Nyt Ytashia-Wyndfrint groaned in frustration as, yet again, her new friend, the new student at Fire Front School for Girls, Spures, said her name wrong. “Dah-tee-nah night tasha windfrit.” Datyna said slowly. “Ditina night tisha windfront.” Spures glanced anxiously at Datyna. Datyna sighed. “Just call me Why.” “Why or Whi like whispers?” Spures asked. “Whi.” Datyna answered. “It’s been my nickname since I was born.” Spures glanced at the time. “Yikes! We gotta go!” Wi glanced at the clock on the outside of their school. “Crap! Let’s go!” They ran inside Fire Front School for Girls and got the biggest shock of their life. “FIRE FRONT PUBLIC SCHOOL?!?!?!” everybody was yelling. Everybody (they were all girls) screamed and jumped up and down. Except Whi. “What’s wrong, Whi?” Spures asked. “Guys are coming...that means mean jokes, perverted comments, weird moments, giggly girls, and players and users.” Spures looked startled. She hadn’t expected that much sadness in Whi’s voice. But she could sense something else in there, was it a desperate tone, or scared tone? She couldn’t puzzle it out. But right then about 100 guys (there were 2000 girls) came walking towards the school. Every pair of eyes was on them. There was one that stood out among them. He skimmed the crowd with his eyes, that came to rest on Whi. Whi groaned and turned away, but they boy was instantly there holding her arm. Almost forcefully he pulled her back around to face him. “It’s been awhile, Yuna.” “I go by Whi, now, Vin.” Whi answered. “You should remember, it was my childhood nickname.” Vin’s amber eyes grew dark.
Story 8
Splash! A tiny water nymph dived into the clear blue crystal water. She surfaced and yelled, “Come on, Tissia! The water’s fine!” Tissia looked with frightened eyes at the water, and remembered the day she was almost killed by a human. She shouted back, “Um….. No thanks! I’m fine out here!” Tissia is an air nymph, and the runt of her kind, but despite being small she has long slender fingers, perfect for playing the flute, dark black floating wavy hair. She delivers lost items to humans, animals, and mythical creatures. Tissia is just a nickname, her real name being Tacasandria. The water nymph is Clairisia, also known as Kisa. She is Tissia’s assistant, training to be an IF (Item-finder) like Tissia. “Oh, come on Tissia! Please?” Kisa shouted. She’s still afraid of the water. Kisa thought sadly. Tissia shook her head, no, and started toward her office to start her work. She had always stayed away from the water so the humans won’t find her, because they thought IFs stole items instead of finding them! She especially had to stay away from Jayne, the girl who was always after her. Rustle, rustle. The trees seemed to be trying to scare me today. Tissia thought as she started to run. Everything seemed to loom around her. Kisa snapped out of her trance and started running toward the forest to catch up with Tissia. But Tissia was nowhere to be found. A splash echoed throughout the woods as Tissia dived into the water. Kisa smiled, and thought, Seems Tissia’s found something to deliver to someone who lives in the water. Tissia got out of the water and dried off her hair. She then found Kisa and they started back towards her office. When back at the office Tissia went to lie down. Kisa sighed; she had thought Tissia had gotten over her fear of water, but apparently not. Kisa got up and went to deliver a shirt to a human girl named Jasmine. Tissia woke with a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach and peeped when she saw Jayne, the human girl that hates her standing above her with a torch in hand and hose in the other. How did she know air nymphs can die from fire and I’m afraid of water? Tissia thought while she started screaming. Jayne threw the torch down and covered Tissia with a bag. Then she filled the bag with water. But right then Kisa came in and coaxed the water out of the bag and into the fire to put it out. Jayne had already started running. Tissia coughed and coughed while Kisa stated about a million reasons why Tissia and she should quit being an IF and an IF in training. But it was only 5 reasons:1. Jayne’s out to get her.
2. People don’t believe in Tissia.
3. People hate them.
4. People are losing too many things to count, and
5. Sometimes they don’t want to find the things and it is good for them to get over lost things.
Later that week...
Tissia was announcing to her family she was quitting when Kisa burst in babbling that she was sorry she was so late. Tissia then resumed with her announcement, “I’m quitting being an IF and Kisa will aid to me while I find a good place to stay. I’m aiming for Nymph Forest so Jayne won’t find me.” Her family then started to cheer, because this was the first time one of her family member’s wasn’t going to keep on being an Item-finder. “But, I am going to keep the flute so I won’t forget anything I’ve been through with my family!”
Well, now you’ve heard the myth of Tacasandria the Air Nymph.
Well, now that those are out there, I feel embarrassed. They're worse than I remembered XD
Little Girl Stories 1-5
Yeah, so when I was young, I LOVED to write stories.
And I've decided to post them because they were forgotten for so long. Now they'll air out and dry with fragrant, humiliating, embarrassing errors. Oops, I mean air ;)
Story 1
Ali Moon looked up into the sky. The sun was sinking already. She had to hurry. She raced down alleyways, past vendors, past all the old buildings and the waterways. Finally, she spotted a shadowy figure. Just what she was looking for. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her and tackled the figure just before it could jump. “Ali?” said the shadowy figure. “Yeah. Turns out I survived. And just WHAT the HELL were you THINKING when you just LEFT me in that freaking HOSPITAL ALONE?!?!? They were freakin’ EVERYWHERE! And they won’t go AWAY!” Ali shouted at the figure. The figure visibly winced. “Sorry ‘bout that…It’s just…They said you were gone…” The figure’s sentence trailed off. “Yeah, well, they’ve said that before, haven’t they?” Ali said, bringing back a memory for both of them. “Don’t go!” a little version of Ali cried out to her mother. “I have to, my sweet. I’m sorry.” After her mother had went through the front door, little Ali slipped on a set of stairs and came tumbling down. Her father and a little boy were there in an instant. They all went to the hospital, and she was put in intensive care, although neither could understand why. A pretty nurse, probably in her early twenties, came into the waiting room. “I’m sorry, Mr…Moon? Your daughter is gone.” The little boy pushed himself up from the chair and said quietly, “No, she’s not. You’re lying. Ali’s right there.” And he pointed behind her. There Ali, the little one, stood, framed by dim light. “No! She couldn’t have!” screamed the nurse and lunged at Ali. At that moment a sliver of light came from somewhere and pierced the nurse through the heart. She screamed in agony and faded from view. A succubus, they would later learn. A different nurse came in, and her jaw dropped when she saw Ali. “You’re that little girl!” she exclaimed. “But I thought they just officially claimed you dead!” “Apparently not.” Ali’s father said. They both blinked back into the present time. “Ali, this isn’t normal, coming back from the dead TWICE.” “I know” Ali sighed. They both got up, and Ali tried to start walking back towards where she had come in. But the figure pulled her close and kissed her. Ali smiled. Then she ended the kiss and said, “come on, lover boy, we don’t have all night or day.” The figure smiled and followed her. Ok, so maybe I should fill you in. Ali Moon is officially Alinine Freesia Moon. I’ll tell you how to pronounce it. Al-i-neen free-c-a moo-n. It got shortened to Ali about when her parents stopped calling her baby, honey, and dear and had to start calling her by her name because she wouldn’t come when called. But then again, no toddler in their right mind would. She was born December 27th, 1994. It was the bitterest and coldest winter Venice had ever seen. She was born in someone’s house, which we’ll get to in due time. She grew up in Minnesota, though, because a year after she was born, something happened that shook her dad, and the family that they were friends with, that made them (her dad and her) leave and come to Minnesota. Now, onto the ‘shadowy figure’ and ‘boy’. His name is Alexander Sun. He goes by Zen. They first meet when they were toddlers playing in the sandbox. Their moms were talking and found out that they lived back-to-back. It was only a month after she met Zen that she had ‘come back from the dead’, and that her mom left for reasons unknown.
Story 2
You die. I do not. It is as simple as those words that frighten everybody away. Except for 3 people. And those 3 people were sitting right across from me at the lunch table.
2 months earlier
Misaleec yawned and stretched. She was happy today. For now. They, her ‘family’, had moved to another town to settle down and wait for them to get bored of the college or suspicions arose that they weren’t aging. It had been going on for months, ever since Misaleec’s memory started. In fact, her very first memory was this, ‘Misaleec, take my hand, you’re hurt. You’re like us. You were bitten, too. Bitten by the Class.’ ‘Now, Darin, don’t frighten Misaleec, she’s all by herself, now. Misaleec, come with us, we’ll take care of you.’ They, the people, seemed to be staring at a girl in here late teens. ‘Who’s Misaleec?’ She asked. ‘And where am I? Who am I?’ Her eyes, changing colors constantly (they always had) became wide with terror. Darin, a boy about her age stepped toward her. She gracefully got into an instinctive position. She looked like a dancer, her chameleon eyes changing while her waist-length hair chocolate-brown hair whipped around her because of her speed. Darin stopped. ‘Misaleec, you don’t remember, do you? Do you know me, right?’ ‘No. I only…remember…white…red…then silver…’ The woman who was assumed Darin’s mother said gently to the dancer-like girl. ‘Come with us, then. We will explain everything.’ And they did. The Class is a group of undead (immortal with no exceptions) vampires that usually deal with humans finding out about them. But it happened to be in Darin’s and Misaleec’s case that they didn’t know anything; it was just a wrong tip-off. But while Darin and Misaleec and Darin’s mother were all bitten, so they became vampires (they choose to be undead or living vampires at the age of 10 years of being a vampire) but Misaleec’s mother and father were killed. They never knew what had happened to Darin’s older brother, who was never found. The 5 people in the certain Class that attacked them were exiled and went into hiding. It just so happened that when Misaleec, Darin, and Darin’s mother got to choose between undead and living, that it was when Misaleec and Darin graduated from college. In 2 years time. They had been doing it ever since Misaleec and Darin had actually finished the college that they had signed up for before becoming a vampire. Misaleec actually hated her name. It was pronounced miss al eeeec, instead of miss al is or miss al ice. Darin was fine with his, because it was easy to pronounce, dare in. So in the first few months or so of being a vampire, she had come up with the nickname Alice, Mice, or Mouse. She was mostly called Mice. Oh, and she could tell almost everything from just looking at them. And, sometimes, if she really wanted to, she could read people’s minds. Mice yawned again and pulled on a pair of jeans and a black tank top along with a silver sliver of a moon on a braided brown string. She went into her shared bathroom (shared with Darin) and started on eyeliner for the bottom of the inside of her eyelids and ended with mascara. Just as she was closing the door, the other one opened. Darin came in and glanced at her. She blushed and said, “You are supposed to knock, Darin.” Darin nodded and said “yeah, ok,” but his mind was on how nice Mice looked right then. Mice closed the door and leaned against it, and sighed. It is such an irony that when we moved into the new house where we were promised our own rooms, that we got an adjoining bathroom. It just makes it so hard covering up my feelings for Darin. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel that way about me. Right then, on the other side of the door, leaned Darin, thinking the same thing.
Story 3
He gently set her down on the bed and touched her lips softly, barely, but enough to feel. And then he was gone. The ‘her’ that he had set down was Freesia. The ‘he’ is Dimitri. Let me start from the beginning. By the way, I’m Lavender. Maybe before I start the story you should know how Freesia looks. Freesia has long, raven hair with blue eyes that are piercing yet blue as the sky and ocean all at the same time. The spirals coming from the ends of her eyes are dark green and brown. She has an hourglass shape with defined hips, but small chest area. I wouldn’t call her petite, for she is tall. Her ears are pointed, even more pointed than a pure elf. To be exact of what she is, she is an elven maid mixed with vampire and human, and maybe a bit of something surprising in there. Now for her story. This is how it started…. On a bright spring day, Freesia was invited to a party. Little did she know, it was a Spin-The-Bottle party. When she got there, she played like everyone else. The only person she got for the entire night was a boy named Dimitri. Dimitri is a tall, lean boy with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes.
It might help if I gave you Freesia’s point of view:
I spun the bottle for the first time in my life. Tonight was when I’d get my first kiss. It landed on a cute boy, perhaps one of the most unique ones there. He stood up. I stood up. I turned around. All of a sudden, hands slid over my hips and up my sides, stopping below my ribcage. I gave an involuntary shiver of delight. I turned around rapidly. There he was, in a blink of an eye, Dimitri and come across the room and behind me. He led me to the closet. He closed the door and turned off the light. Then he whispered in my ear, “You’re the most fragile, beautiful, delicate person alive. You mean almost everything to me.” At the time, I didn’t know what it meant. Then he slowly lowered his lips to mine. They were soft, gentle, sweet. He never turned the kiss hard, it was always gentle. I melted in the kiss, and he could sense it, I don’t know how, though. He lifted his lips from mine and my eyelids fluttered open. He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew something terrible was about to happen. Right then a tremor pulsed through the room, and his eyes turned to stone. He knew. He knew what I was. What I couldn’t control. I pushed the door open and fled. The last time a tremor happened and I had stayed in one place, a lot of people died. I was running, but then….. He was there, right in front of me, holding me, looking deep into my eyes saying, “I know you can stop it. Freesia, please. Try.” I tried. I willed the ground to stop moving. It did. When I opened my eyes, I whispered to Dimitri, “How do you know? How did you know it was me? How?” And he told me. “All of you have the same delicate shape, same soulful eyes. But I knew most because when the tremor pulsed, your eyes changed.” I gasped. How could it be? How could the spirals that started at the end of my eyes and curled away have appeared? They were hidden for centuries. Why now? “I’m not going to shun you, for I’m something, too.” And then, I knew. He was a pure. Either a vampire or an elf, but definitely not a human. I looked away. “No need to be ashamed of what you are. You are who you are because two beings of different races loved each other. By the way, I’m no vampire, I’m an elf.” So he was an elf. The dominant part of me was elf, too. That’s why I had pointed ears.
That was the beginning of Dimitri and Freesia’s long journey together. And mixed into that long journey is betrayal, romance, love, lust, lose, cheating, lying, happiness, sadness, beginnings, and at the end, they may just find out what the cost is of being together.
Mix into the story: Snowflakes were falling around us. Freesia was looking up into my eyes, searching them. Snowflakes settled onto her eyelashes and onto her skin and hair. I leaned down and kissed her, losing myself into the kiss. Then I did something that surprised us both. I led her into my house and into my room and laid her down on the bed. The bed that I had littered with flower petals just for her arrival. She looked deep into my eyes and trusted me. I trusted her, too. That’s when it all began, the spiral into the biggest journey of both our lives.
Friend’s Edited Version:
Dimitri gently set the girl with long, raven hair with blue eyes that are piercing, yet blue as the sky and ocean all at the same time down on the bed and touched her lips softly, barely, but enough to feel. And then he was gone. The ‘her’ that he had set down was Freesia. Let me start from the beginning. I’m Lavender. You’ll hear about me later, but just know I’m the narrator here. This is how Freesia’s started….
On a bright spring day, hour glass shaped, small busted Freesia was invited to a party. Little did she know, it was a Spin-The-Bottle party. When she got there, she played like everyone else. The only person she got for the entire night was a boy named Dimitri. Dimitri is a tall, lean boy with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. Here is what freesia would say if I gave her a chance to tell the account:
I spun the bottle for the first time in my life. That night was when I’d get my first kiss. It landed on a cute boy, perhaps one of the most unique ones there. He stood up. I stood up. I turned around. All of a sudden, hands slid over my hips and up my sides, stopping below my ribcage. I gave an involuntary shiver of delight. I turned around rapidly. There he was, in a blink of an eye, Dimitri and come across the room and behind me. He led me to the closet. He closed the door and turned off the light. (add something about how she knew what they meant by 7 minutes in heaven) Then he whispered in my ear, “You’re the most fragile, beautiful, delicate person alive. You mean almost everything to me.” At the time, I didn’t know what it meant. Then he slowly lowered his lips to mine. They were soft, gentle, sweet. He never turned the kiss hard, it was always gentle. I melted in the kiss, and he could sense it, I don’t know how, though. He lifted his lips from mine and my eyelids fluttered open. He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew something terrible was about to happen. Right then a tremor pulsed through the room, and his eyes turned to stone. He knew. He knew what I was. What I couldn’t control. I pushed the door open and fled. The last time a tremor happened and I had stayed in one place, a lot of people died. I was running, but then….. He was there, right in front of me, holding me, looking deep into my eyes saying, “I know you can stop it. Freesia, please. Try.” I tried. I willed the ground to stop moving. It did. When I opened my eyes, I whispered to Dimitri, “How do you know? How did you know it was me? How?” And he told me. “All of you have the same delicate shape, same soulful eyes. But I knew most because when the tremor pulsed, your eyes changed.” I gasped. How could it be? How could the spirals that started at the end of my eyes and curled away have appeared? They were hidden for centuries. Why now? “I’m not going to shun you, for I’m something, too.” And then, I knew. He was a pure. Either a vampire or an elf, but definitely not a human. I looked away. “No need to be ashamed of what you are. You are who you are because two beings of different races loved each other. By the way, I’m no vampire, I’m an elf.” So he was an elf. The dominant part of me was elf, too. That’s why I had pointed ears.
That was the beginning of Dimitri and Freesia’s long journey together. And mixed into that long journey is betrayal, romance, love, lust, lose, cheating, lying, happiness, sadness, beginnings, and at the end, they may just find out what the cost is of being together.
Mix into the story: Snowflakes were falling around us. Freesia was looking up into my eyes, searching them. Snowflakes settled onto her eyelashes and onto her skin and hair. I leaned down and kissed her, losing myself into the kiss. Then I did something that surprised us both. I led her into my house and into my room and laid her down on the bed. The bed that I had littered with flower petals just for her arrival. She looked deep into my eyes and trusted me. I trusted her, too. That’s when it all began, the spiral into the biggest journey of both our lives.
Story 4
Black tendrils that felt like velvet wrapped around her, constricting her. Her scream echoed through the hallway. Heads turned. But one head didn’t. The one that was walking away from the scream didn’t turn his head. He kept walking away, even though his heart was being ripped out from his body with each scream that came from her mouth. Then, just barely, he heard ‘I love you… I have always loved you…’ Another scream tore through him. This one was the loudest. He turned and started to run back. But the screams then screamed “Run! Go! Don’t come back! You’ll be killed, too!” Her screams were cut off just as he turned around again to run away. Then he felt something soft, caressing around his shoulders. Tears fell down his face. She’s here. And I let her die, he thought as he realized that the softness was wings from an angel, a particular angel, the girl he left to die. She was from the almost extinct race of human-angels. They’re humans, but when they die they become angels and protect the ones they love and died for. The black tendrils slipped around his ankles, but they withered back as though burned. Her whimper told him she had stopped the tendrils from killing him. He ran and ran, but Avina’s sister followed him everywhere. One night, one identical to the one where Avina had confessed to being a Levinkin, he couldn’t go on. Avina’s sister, Tesla, came up and said, “Since she truly cares about you, I will let you go. On one condition. You have to bear me a child, first.” “No!” Avina’s voice screamed in his head. “Ok,” Nickel said. “But first things first…”
2½ months earlier…
She laughed and her black hair fell around her shoulders. He was watching her, when she suddenly looked at him. She got up and walked toward him. She put out her hand and said “C’mon, dance! Live life to the fullest!” He got up and they were the first ones to dance at the high school prom. They had both come with friends. “I’ll give you a ride,” he said. She accepted. In the car she yawned and put her head on his shoulder. Abruptly, he said out of the blue, “Will you go out with me?” “Of course,” she answered. Silence was after that. When they got to a street with no streetlights she said, “Drop me off here, I can find my way from here”. “Ok” he said.
1 month…
They were inseparable. They spent all their time together. One night, on the full moon, she said softly, “I have something important to tell you,” He looked at her and saw it was serious. “what is it?” he said. She breathed in, then out. “I’m a…Levinkin.” He stared at her, processing what this meant. She was a human-angel. The Levinkins were a rare family of human-angels. She also said “They’ll be coming for you soon. You don’t know why. Nobody does. But I’ll protect you. Don’t worry. Even if the inevitable happens, I’ll always be with you, no matter what.” When she said this, tears dripped from her eyes and tracked down her cheeks. He got up and wiped them away. ‘I understand.” He kissed her with the gentleness of light rain. From the cloudless night, lightning rocketed through the air and struck not 20 feet away. She gasped, grabbed his hand and ran. He stumbled and followed behind her.
2 weeks…
She smiled at him. They were in his living room watching a romantic movie on the couch. She looked worriedly at the sky. It was a cloudless night. She jumped and ran, while he followed. They got to a house and went inside and locked the doors. That day… She gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. He was still sleeping from what happened last night. Her eyes took on a dreamy glaze. He leaned up and yawned. She said, “Hurry. It’s today. They ran together down the hall filled with other Levinkins and got to a dead end. A lady dressed all in black walked up. “Meet your death, Avina Levinkin and Nickel Denali.” “Sis…Why?” Avina whispered. “Because you were the one that inherited mother’s gifts, if you are killed, I will get the gifts.” Strips of Avina’s sister’s dress came off and wrapped around her. She turned towards Nickel. “Run! Go! Don’t turn back! Save yourself! Hurry!” Her pleas were cut off with her screams of pain. Nickel turned and ran away.
Story 5
Alissa’s small beautiful blue eyes gazed into the clear, blue water flowing from the river. She splashed her reflection and cursed as she saw it again. The dreadful mark that made her who she was, a fugitive running from the world. She didn’t like it, no more than she liked the land around her, a burned field with no trees in sight. She wished for lush green trees to enclose her, protect her, and watch her when she dances, sings and learns to be quick, quiet, sly, and fast. The long scar ran from the tip of her right eye and curved in a spiral as the same with the other eye. Her limp dirty blonde hair reached her waist. But the most noticeable thing is her ears. They pointed upward like elves. Alissa was the last elf in Avon. The humans had overthrown the elves long ago and they were all killed but every thousand years an elf baby is born. They always killed the baby. But Alissa had gotten away. Her mother molded human ears out of clay. Alissa was always teased because the ears were so big. When her mother was captured by moon dancers the humans found out. Her only hope was to find the Black Spirits. Little did she know the Black Spirits were in a jam and needed her. Kea, who was researching the power crystal, is sent to get her. When they arrive back Kea and Alissa get sucked into the power crystal. Kea finds Valon and they escape, only to find Alissa is trapped in the crystal. Their only hope now is to get Alissa’s sister, who is a half-elf without the ears. Her sister, Cassiopeia, gets her out but she is sleeping. One night Valon sneaks into Alissa’s room and kisses her. She wakes up but Valon is shocked. Valon loves Kea and Kea loves Valon, right? Valon doesn’t know who he loves for real. Then when Cassiopeia bumps into him at school and they accidentally kiss, he wonders, why do I love Kea, Alissa, AND Cassiopeia? The girls go on an adventure to find out, what makes them all drawn to Valon? The truth is terrifying, and only one will stay true to Valon.
Version 2.1 (Entirely different storyline):
I gazed into to the clear water and saw my small beautiful blue eyes looking back at me. I splashed my reflection and cursed as I saw it again. The dreadful mark that made me who I was, and always will be, a fugitive running from the world. I didn’t like it, no more than I liked the land around me, a burned field with no trees in sight. I wished for lush green trees to enclose me, protect me, and watch me when I dance, sing and learn to be the true me, an elf. The long scar ran from the tip of my right eye and curved in a spiral as the same with my other eye. My limp light brown/blonde hair reached my waist. Mind you, I was tall. But the most noticeable thing about me is my ears. They pointed upward like elves. I am the last elf in Vivca. Or so I thought. The humans have overthrown the elves long ago and they were all killed, but every hundred years or so a baby elf is born. They had always killed the baby. Until now. I had gotten away. My mother had molded human ears out of clay. I was always teased because the ears were so big. I hated the teasing, people were so mean. But recently, people have been getting suspicious about when the elf would show up, so scouts have been scouting locations around the world for a year now. I had just escaped when I came to the river. Its not far now, I thought as I slipped into the river. I ducked under the water and breathed deeply. The water was so sweet against my lips and hair and eyes. It cooled my lungs. I slipped out of the tattered jeans and black tank top into my midnight black dress. I slipped it over my head and it gently floated down over my body. It engulfed my legs and feet and I looked at myself through the eyes of a boy looking into the water. I looked like a dream, blurry and translucent, with a long black dress on. Truly, the dress was long, midnight black, spaghetti strapped, and corseted. I thought it showed off my figure, an average(not skinny) hourglass. But still seeing through the boy’s eyes, he thought, Beautiful. I have to not tell my stepfather, though. He’d beat me for imagining it. But she’s so beautiful… All of a sudden I was vaulted out of his head, and I started swimming away when he called out, “Wait! What’s your name?” I turned and looked him in the eyes, and saw an intelligent boy, almost a man, but kind. I whispered in my singsong voice, “Alissa, but call me Listh” and swam away. I heard him call out, “I’m Cameron, call me Cam. Why Listh?” I yelled back at him, still underwater, “Because of a lisp I had, I was nicknamed Listh.” I didn’t tell him it was part of the soothe seer’s telling. A telling, I learned, was a prophecy, but it could be chosen to be fulfilled by anyone. The telling was this:
On the blackest moon,
Of the summer equinox,
After the autumn eclipse,
A girl shall rise,
And journey to the Forbidden Lands,
She will come back
A woman,
And with the key,
To the elven cities,
Where she will join them,
But come back to the human’s world
Because of a boy she met
On the journey,
But is now a man.
On the 27th day after she comes back
To the human world,
She will free her will,
Along with others like her.
On the 13th day of the 1st month
After she freed her will,
She will once again be shamed,
But rescued by the man
Of her dream.
I had never thought it was true. Until I found out I was named after the line that went missing long ago:
And then Listh will rise to be queen, from the day of her birth, she had and will be marked with the sign of the fays.
Nobody knows what the sign of the fay is anymore, except that it had something to do with the sky. All that I have is a birth mark, which looks like a tattoo, of a star hanging on the sun. Okay, back to the present, where I have been swimming down the river after talking to that boy, Cam.
And I've decided to post them because they were forgotten for so long. Now they'll air out and dry with fragrant, humiliating, embarrassing errors. Oops, I mean air ;)
Story 1
Ali Moon looked up into the sky. The sun was sinking already. She had to hurry. She raced down alleyways, past vendors, past all the old buildings and the waterways. Finally, she spotted a shadowy figure. Just what she was looking for. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her and tackled the figure just before it could jump. “Ali?” said the shadowy figure. “Yeah. Turns out I survived. And just WHAT the HELL were you THINKING when you just LEFT me in that freaking HOSPITAL ALONE?!?!? They were freakin’ EVERYWHERE! And they won’t go AWAY!” Ali shouted at the figure. The figure visibly winced. “Sorry ‘bout that…It’s just…They said you were gone…” The figure’s sentence trailed off. “Yeah, well, they’ve said that before, haven’t they?” Ali said, bringing back a memory for both of them. “Don’t go!” a little version of Ali cried out to her mother. “I have to, my sweet. I’m sorry.” After her mother had went through the front door, little Ali slipped on a set of stairs and came tumbling down. Her father and a little boy were there in an instant. They all went to the hospital, and she was put in intensive care, although neither could understand why. A pretty nurse, probably in her early twenties, came into the waiting room. “I’m sorry, Mr…Moon? Your daughter is gone.” The little boy pushed himself up from the chair and said quietly, “No, she’s not. You’re lying. Ali’s right there.” And he pointed behind her. There Ali, the little one, stood, framed by dim light. “No! She couldn’t have!” screamed the nurse and lunged at Ali. At that moment a sliver of light came from somewhere and pierced the nurse through the heart. She screamed in agony and faded from view. A succubus, they would later learn. A different nurse came in, and her jaw dropped when she saw Ali. “You’re that little girl!” she exclaimed. “But I thought they just officially claimed you dead!” “Apparently not.” Ali’s father said. They both blinked back into the present time. “Ali, this isn’t normal, coming back from the dead TWICE.” “I know” Ali sighed. They both got up, and Ali tried to start walking back towards where she had come in. But the figure pulled her close and kissed her. Ali smiled. Then she ended the kiss and said, “come on, lover boy, we don’t have all night or day.” The figure smiled and followed her. Ok, so maybe I should fill you in. Ali Moon is officially Alinine Freesia Moon. I’ll tell you how to pronounce it. Al-i-neen free-c-a moo-n. It got shortened to Ali about when her parents stopped calling her baby, honey, and dear and had to start calling her by her name because she wouldn’t come when called. But then again, no toddler in their right mind would. She was born December 27th, 1994. It was the bitterest and coldest winter Venice had ever seen. She was born in someone’s house, which we’ll get to in due time. She grew up in Minnesota, though, because a year after she was born, something happened that shook her dad, and the family that they were friends with, that made them (her dad and her) leave and come to Minnesota. Now, onto the ‘shadowy figure’ and ‘boy’. His name is Alexander Sun. He goes by Zen. They first meet when they were toddlers playing in the sandbox. Their moms were talking and found out that they lived back-to-back. It was only a month after she met Zen that she had ‘come back from the dead’, and that her mom left for reasons unknown.
Story 2
You die. I do not. It is as simple as those words that frighten everybody away. Except for 3 people. And those 3 people were sitting right across from me at the lunch table.
2 months earlier
Misaleec yawned and stretched. She was happy today. For now. They, her ‘family’, had moved to another town to settle down and wait for them to get bored of the college or suspicions arose that they weren’t aging. It had been going on for months, ever since Misaleec’s memory started. In fact, her very first memory was this, ‘Misaleec, take my hand, you’re hurt. You’re like us. You were bitten, too. Bitten by the Class.’ ‘Now, Darin, don’t frighten Misaleec, she’s all by herself, now. Misaleec, come with us, we’ll take care of you.’ They, the people, seemed to be staring at a girl in here late teens. ‘Who’s Misaleec?’ She asked. ‘And where am I? Who am I?’ Her eyes, changing colors constantly (they always had) became wide with terror. Darin, a boy about her age stepped toward her. She gracefully got into an instinctive position. She looked like a dancer, her chameleon eyes changing while her waist-length hair chocolate-brown hair whipped around her because of her speed. Darin stopped. ‘Misaleec, you don’t remember, do you? Do you know me, right?’ ‘No. I only…remember…white…red…then silver…’ The woman who was assumed Darin’s mother said gently to the dancer-like girl. ‘Come with us, then. We will explain everything.’ And they did. The Class is a group of undead (immortal with no exceptions) vampires that usually deal with humans finding out about them. But it happened to be in Darin’s and Misaleec’s case that they didn’t know anything; it was just a wrong tip-off. But while Darin and Misaleec and Darin’s mother were all bitten, so they became vampires (they choose to be undead or living vampires at the age of 10 years of being a vampire) but Misaleec’s mother and father were killed. They never knew what had happened to Darin’s older brother, who was never found. The 5 people in the certain Class that attacked them were exiled and went into hiding. It just so happened that when Misaleec, Darin, and Darin’s mother got to choose between undead and living, that it was when Misaleec and Darin graduated from college. In 2 years time. They had been doing it ever since Misaleec and Darin had actually finished the college that they had signed up for before becoming a vampire. Misaleec actually hated her name. It was pronounced miss al eeeec, instead of miss al is or miss al ice. Darin was fine with his, because it was easy to pronounce, dare in. So in the first few months or so of being a vampire, she had come up with the nickname Alice, Mice, or Mouse. She was mostly called Mice. Oh, and she could tell almost everything from just looking at them. And, sometimes, if she really wanted to, she could read people’s minds. Mice yawned again and pulled on a pair of jeans and a black tank top along with a silver sliver of a moon on a braided brown string. She went into her shared bathroom (shared with Darin) and started on eyeliner for the bottom of the inside of her eyelids and ended with mascara. Just as she was closing the door, the other one opened. Darin came in and glanced at her. She blushed and said, “You are supposed to knock, Darin.” Darin nodded and said “yeah, ok,” but his mind was on how nice Mice looked right then. Mice closed the door and leaned against it, and sighed. It is such an irony that when we moved into the new house where we were promised our own rooms, that we got an adjoining bathroom. It just makes it so hard covering up my feelings for Darin. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel that way about me. Right then, on the other side of the door, leaned Darin, thinking the same thing.
Story 3
He gently set her down on the bed and touched her lips softly, barely, but enough to feel. And then he was gone. The ‘her’ that he had set down was Freesia. The ‘he’ is Dimitri. Let me start from the beginning. By the way, I’m Lavender. Maybe before I start the story you should know how Freesia looks. Freesia has long, raven hair with blue eyes that are piercing yet blue as the sky and ocean all at the same time. The spirals coming from the ends of her eyes are dark green and brown. She has an hourglass shape with defined hips, but small chest area. I wouldn’t call her petite, for she is tall. Her ears are pointed, even more pointed than a pure elf. To be exact of what she is, she is an elven maid mixed with vampire and human, and maybe a bit of something surprising in there. Now for her story. This is how it started…. On a bright spring day, Freesia was invited to a party. Little did she know, it was a Spin-The-Bottle party. When she got there, she played like everyone else. The only person she got for the entire night was a boy named Dimitri. Dimitri is a tall, lean boy with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes.
It might help if I gave you Freesia’s point of view:
I spun the bottle for the first time in my life. Tonight was when I’d get my first kiss. It landed on a cute boy, perhaps one of the most unique ones there. He stood up. I stood up. I turned around. All of a sudden, hands slid over my hips and up my sides, stopping below my ribcage. I gave an involuntary shiver of delight. I turned around rapidly. There he was, in a blink of an eye, Dimitri and come across the room and behind me. He led me to the closet. He closed the door and turned off the light. Then he whispered in my ear, “You’re the most fragile, beautiful, delicate person alive. You mean almost everything to me.” At the time, I didn’t know what it meant. Then he slowly lowered his lips to mine. They were soft, gentle, sweet. He never turned the kiss hard, it was always gentle. I melted in the kiss, and he could sense it, I don’t know how, though. He lifted his lips from mine and my eyelids fluttered open. He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew something terrible was about to happen. Right then a tremor pulsed through the room, and his eyes turned to stone. He knew. He knew what I was. What I couldn’t control. I pushed the door open and fled. The last time a tremor happened and I had stayed in one place, a lot of people died. I was running, but then….. He was there, right in front of me, holding me, looking deep into my eyes saying, “I know you can stop it. Freesia, please. Try.” I tried. I willed the ground to stop moving. It did. When I opened my eyes, I whispered to Dimitri, “How do you know? How did you know it was me? How?” And he told me. “All of you have the same delicate shape, same soulful eyes. But I knew most because when the tremor pulsed, your eyes changed.” I gasped. How could it be? How could the spirals that started at the end of my eyes and curled away have appeared? They were hidden for centuries. Why now? “I’m not going to shun you, for I’m something, too.” And then, I knew. He was a pure. Either a vampire or an elf, but definitely not a human. I looked away. “No need to be ashamed of what you are. You are who you are because two beings of different races loved each other. By the way, I’m no vampire, I’m an elf.” So he was an elf. The dominant part of me was elf, too. That’s why I had pointed ears.
That was the beginning of Dimitri and Freesia’s long journey together. And mixed into that long journey is betrayal, romance, love, lust, lose, cheating, lying, happiness, sadness, beginnings, and at the end, they may just find out what the cost is of being together.
Mix into the story: Snowflakes were falling around us. Freesia was looking up into my eyes, searching them. Snowflakes settled onto her eyelashes and onto her skin and hair. I leaned down and kissed her, losing myself into the kiss. Then I did something that surprised us both. I led her into my house and into my room and laid her down on the bed. The bed that I had littered with flower petals just for her arrival. She looked deep into my eyes and trusted me. I trusted her, too. That’s when it all began, the spiral into the biggest journey of both our lives.
Friend’s Edited Version:
Dimitri gently set the girl with long, raven hair with blue eyes that are piercing, yet blue as the sky and ocean all at the same time down on the bed and touched her lips softly, barely, but enough to feel. And then he was gone. The ‘her’ that he had set down was Freesia. Let me start from the beginning. I’m Lavender. You’ll hear about me later, but just know I’m the narrator here. This is how Freesia’s started….
On a bright spring day, hour glass shaped, small busted Freesia was invited to a party. Little did she know, it was a Spin-The-Bottle party. When she got there, she played like everyone else. The only person she got for the entire night was a boy named Dimitri. Dimitri is a tall, lean boy with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. Here is what freesia would say if I gave her a chance to tell the account:
I spun the bottle for the first time in my life. That night was when I’d get my first kiss. It landed on a cute boy, perhaps one of the most unique ones there. He stood up. I stood up. I turned around. All of a sudden, hands slid over my hips and up my sides, stopping below my ribcage. I gave an involuntary shiver of delight. I turned around rapidly. There he was, in a blink of an eye, Dimitri and come across the room and behind me. He led me to the closet. He closed the door and turned off the light. (add something about how she knew what they meant by 7 minutes in heaven) Then he whispered in my ear, “You’re the most fragile, beautiful, delicate person alive. You mean almost everything to me.” At the time, I didn’t know what it meant. Then he slowly lowered his lips to mine. They were soft, gentle, sweet. He never turned the kiss hard, it was always gentle. I melted in the kiss, and he could sense it, I don’t know how, though. He lifted his lips from mine and my eyelids fluttered open. He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew something terrible was about to happen. Right then a tremor pulsed through the room, and his eyes turned to stone. He knew. He knew what I was. What I couldn’t control. I pushed the door open and fled. The last time a tremor happened and I had stayed in one place, a lot of people died. I was running, but then….. He was there, right in front of me, holding me, looking deep into my eyes saying, “I know you can stop it. Freesia, please. Try.” I tried. I willed the ground to stop moving. It did. When I opened my eyes, I whispered to Dimitri, “How do you know? How did you know it was me? How?” And he told me. “All of you have the same delicate shape, same soulful eyes. But I knew most because when the tremor pulsed, your eyes changed.” I gasped. How could it be? How could the spirals that started at the end of my eyes and curled away have appeared? They were hidden for centuries. Why now? “I’m not going to shun you, for I’m something, too.” And then, I knew. He was a pure. Either a vampire or an elf, but definitely not a human. I looked away. “No need to be ashamed of what you are. You are who you are because two beings of different races loved each other. By the way, I’m no vampire, I’m an elf.” So he was an elf. The dominant part of me was elf, too. That’s why I had pointed ears.
That was the beginning of Dimitri and Freesia’s long journey together. And mixed into that long journey is betrayal, romance, love, lust, lose, cheating, lying, happiness, sadness, beginnings, and at the end, they may just find out what the cost is of being together.
Mix into the story: Snowflakes were falling around us. Freesia was looking up into my eyes, searching them. Snowflakes settled onto her eyelashes and onto her skin and hair. I leaned down and kissed her, losing myself into the kiss. Then I did something that surprised us both. I led her into my house and into my room and laid her down on the bed. The bed that I had littered with flower petals just for her arrival. She looked deep into my eyes and trusted me. I trusted her, too. That’s when it all began, the spiral into the biggest journey of both our lives.
Story 4
Black tendrils that felt like velvet wrapped around her, constricting her. Her scream echoed through the hallway. Heads turned. But one head didn’t. The one that was walking away from the scream didn’t turn his head. He kept walking away, even though his heart was being ripped out from his body with each scream that came from her mouth. Then, just barely, he heard ‘I love you… I have always loved you…’ Another scream tore through him. This one was the loudest. He turned and started to run back. But the screams then screamed “Run! Go! Don’t come back! You’ll be killed, too!” Her screams were cut off just as he turned around again to run away. Then he felt something soft, caressing around his shoulders. Tears fell down his face. She’s here. And I let her die, he thought as he realized that the softness was wings from an angel, a particular angel, the girl he left to die. She was from the almost extinct race of human-angels. They’re humans, but when they die they become angels and protect the ones they love and died for. The black tendrils slipped around his ankles, but they withered back as though burned. Her whimper told him she had stopped the tendrils from killing him. He ran and ran, but Avina’s sister followed him everywhere. One night, one identical to the one where Avina had confessed to being a Levinkin, he couldn’t go on. Avina’s sister, Tesla, came up and said, “Since she truly cares about you, I will let you go. On one condition. You have to bear me a child, first.” “No!” Avina’s voice screamed in his head. “Ok,” Nickel said. “But first things first…”
2½ months earlier…
She laughed and her black hair fell around her shoulders. He was watching her, when she suddenly looked at him. She got up and walked toward him. She put out her hand and said “C’mon, dance! Live life to the fullest!” He got up and they were the first ones to dance at the high school prom. They had both come with friends. “I’ll give you a ride,” he said. She accepted. In the car she yawned and put her head on his shoulder. Abruptly, he said out of the blue, “Will you go out with me?” “Of course,” she answered. Silence was after that. When they got to a street with no streetlights she said, “Drop me off here, I can find my way from here”. “Ok” he said.
1 month…
They were inseparable. They spent all their time together. One night, on the full moon, she said softly, “I have something important to tell you,” He looked at her and saw it was serious. “what is it?” he said. She breathed in, then out. “I’m a…Levinkin.” He stared at her, processing what this meant. She was a human-angel. The Levinkins were a rare family of human-angels. She also said “They’ll be coming for you soon. You don’t know why. Nobody does. But I’ll protect you. Don’t worry. Even if the inevitable happens, I’ll always be with you, no matter what.” When she said this, tears dripped from her eyes and tracked down her cheeks. He got up and wiped them away. ‘I understand.” He kissed her with the gentleness of light rain. From the cloudless night, lightning rocketed through the air and struck not 20 feet away. She gasped, grabbed his hand and ran. He stumbled and followed behind her.
2 weeks…
She smiled at him. They were in his living room watching a romantic movie on the couch. She looked worriedly at the sky. It was a cloudless night. She jumped and ran, while he followed. They got to a house and went inside and locked the doors. That day… She gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. He was still sleeping from what happened last night. Her eyes took on a dreamy glaze. He leaned up and yawned. She said, “Hurry. It’s today. They ran together down the hall filled with other Levinkins and got to a dead end. A lady dressed all in black walked up. “Meet your death, Avina Levinkin and Nickel Denali.” “Sis…Why?” Avina whispered. “Because you were the one that inherited mother’s gifts, if you are killed, I will get the gifts.” Strips of Avina’s sister’s dress came off and wrapped around her. She turned towards Nickel. “Run! Go! Don’t turn back! Save yourself! Hurry!” Her pleas were cut off with her screams of pain. Nickel turned and ran away.
Story 5
Alissa’s small beautiful blue eyes gazed into the clear, blue water flowing from the river. She splashed her reflection and cursed as she saw it again. The dreadful mark that made her who she was, a fugitive running from the world. She didn’t like it, no more than she liked the land around her, a burned field with no trees in sight. She wished for lush green trees to enclose her, protect her, and watch her when she dances, sings and learns to be quick, quiet, sly, and fast. The long scar ran from the tip of her right eye and curved in a spiral as the same with the other eye. Her limp dirty blonde hair reached her waist. But the most noticeable thing is her ears. They pointed upward like elves. Alissa was the last elf in Avon. The humans had overthrown the elves long ago and they were all killed but every thousand years an elf baby is born. They always killed the baby. But Alissa had gotten away. Her mother molded human ears out of clay. Alissa was always teased because the ears were so big. When her mother was captured by moon dancers the humans found out. Her only hope was to find the Black Spirits. Little did she know the Black Spirits were in a jam and needed her. Kea, who was researching the power crystal, is sent to get her. When they arrive back Kea and Alissa get sucked into the power crystal. Kea finds Valon and they escape, only to find Alissa is trapped in the crystal. Their only hope now is to get Alissa’s sister, who is a half-elf without the ears. Her sister, Cassiopeia, gets her out but she is sleeping. One night Valon sneaks into Alissa’s room and kisses her. She wakes up but Valon is shocked. Valon loves Kea and Kea loves Valon, right? Valon doesn’t know who he loves for real. Then when Cassiopeia bumps into him at school and they accidentally kiss, he wonders, why do I love Kea, Alissa, AND Cassiopeia? The girls go on an adventure to find out, what makes them all drawn to Valon? The truth is terrifying, and only one will stay true to Valon.
Version 2.1 (Entirely different storyline):
I gazed into to the clear water and saw my small beautiful blue eyes looking back at me. I splashed my reflection and cursed as I saw it again. The dreadful mark that made me who I was, and always will be, a fugitive running from the world. I didn’t like it, no more than I liked the land around me, a burned field with no trees in sight. I wished for lush green trees to enclose me, protect me, and watch me when I dance, sing and learn to be the true me, an elf. The long scar ran from the tip of my right eye and curved in a spiral as the same with my other eye. My limp light brown/blonde hair reached my waist. Mind you, I was tall. But the most noticeable thing about me is my ears. They pointed upward like elves. I am the last elf in Vivca. Or so I thought. The humans have overthrown the elves long ago and they were all killed, but every hundred years or so a baby elf is born. They had always killed the baby. Until now. I had gotten away. My mother had molded human ears out of clay. I was always teased because the ears were so big. I hated the teasing, people were so mean. But recently, people have been getting suspicious about when the elf would show up, so scouts have been scouting locations around the world for a year now. I had just escaped when I came to the river. Its not far now, I thought as I slipped into the river. I ducked under the water and breathed deeply. The water was so sweet against my lips and hair and eyes. It cooled my lungs. I slipped out of the tattered jeans and black tank top into my midnight black dress. I slipped it over my head and it gently floated down over my body. It engulfed my legs and feet and I looked at myself through the eyes of a boy looking into the water. I looked like a dream, blurry and translucent, with a long black dress on. Truly, the dress was long, midnight black, spaghetti strapped, and corseted. I thought it showed off my figure, an average(not skinny) hourglass. But still seeing through the boy’s eyes, he thought, Beautiful. I have to not tell my stepfather, though. He’d beat me for imagining it. But she’s so beautiful… All of a sudden I was vaulted out of his head, and I started swimming away when he called out, “Wait! What’s your name?” I turned and looked him in the eyes, and saw an intelligent boy, almost a man, but kind. I whispered in my singsong voice, “Alissa, but call me Listh” and swam away. I heard him call out, “I’m Cameron, call me Cam. Why Listh?” I yelled back at him, still underwater, “Because of a lisp I had, I was nicknamed Listh.” I didn’t tell him it was part of the soothe seer’s telling. A telling, I learned, was a prophecy, but it could be chosen to be fulfilled by anyone. The telling was this:
On the blackest moon,
Of the summer equinox,
After the autumn eclipse,
A girl shall rise,
And journey to the Forbidden Lands,
She will come back
A woman,
And with the key,
To the elven cities,
Where she will join them,
But come back to the human’s world
Because of a boy she met
On the journey,
But is now a man.
On the 27th day after she comes back
To the human world,
She will free her will,
Along with others like her.
On the 13th day of the 1st month
After she freed her will,
She will once again be shamed,
But rescued by the man
Of her dream.
I had never thought it was true. Until I found out I was named after the line that went missing long ago:
And then Listh will rise to be queen, from the day of her birth, she had and will be marked with the sign of the fays.
Nobody knows what the sign of the fay is anymore, except that it had something to do with the sky. All that I have is a birth mark, which looks like a tattoo, of a star hanging on the sun. Okay, back to the present, where I have been swimming down the river after talking to that boy, Cam.
Notes
Just some stuff I found in my computer :P
The best way to see someone's true self is to peel back the layers. Take away the significant other, friends, clothes, electronics, cars, useless objects.
Do you want to regret saying, "I love you," and not meaning it, or regret not saying it when you meant it.
Drift your thoughts, drift your mind, drift everything that is you, to me, in the dreamworld which we inhabit.
I'm not the kind of beautiful models are. I'm not the kind that make people admire me and just stare at me. I'm the kind where it's hidden deep in my soul. I'm the kind that some days, with no makeup and no dress up, you might see a glimpse of it. I'm the kind when some days, makeup and dressing up can't do anything for me.
I don't ask why I don't inquire more. I don't seek that which you do not show me. Yet some things I wish to know. But I cannot, because stepping over those carefully drawn lines breaks people apart and I won't believe I can be what I used to.
& a little bit of a song I started... and never finished, and probably never will.
Gone is the wayward word of destiny.
Gone is the promise of everything.
But life has yet to come and play.
You can never bring it back.
The keys are flat and lifeless
as the way
it's always been
before
So there, I have now put them up and they aren't sitting dustily in my computer :)
The best way to see someone's true self is to peel back the layers. Take away the significant other, friends, clothes, electronics, cars, useless objects.
Do you want to regret saying, "I love you," and not meaning it, or regret not saying it when you meant it.
Drift your thoughts, drift your mind, drift everything that is you, to me, in the dreamworld which we inhabit.
I'm not the kind of beautiful models are. I'm not the kind that make people admire me and just stare at me. I'm the kind where it's hidden deep in my soul. I'm the kind that some days, with no makeup and no dress up, you might see a glimpse of it. I'm the kind when some days, makeup and dressing up can't do anything for me.
I don't ask why I don't inquire more. I don't seek that which you do not show me. Yet some things I wish to know. But I cannot, because stepping over those carefully drawn lines breaks people apart and I won't believe I can be what I used to.
& a little bit of a song I started... and never finished, and probably never will.
Gone is the wayward word of destiny.
Gone is the promise of everything.
But life has yet to come and play.
You can never bring it back.
The keys are flat and lifeless
as the way
it's always been
before
So there, I have now put them up and they aren't sitting dustily in my computer :)
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