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Winter Garden -- ThePrettySinThe night was cold and somber, the moon shining brightly on the snow that had fallen in the previous day. The ground was covered in a pure blanket, save for the quick footprints that began to mar it,
"I am so late!" Jonathan muttered, the crunching of his steps nearly drowning his words, "Lara is going to kill me!"
He had no sooner spoken the words when he finally entered his destination: a garden of unpassing beauty. Though there was no blooms on the ground and no leaves on the barren trees, it was a wintry dream come true. In the center of it all was an angel with ebon hair and pale, fair skin, sitting quietly on a bench. She raised her head to him as he walked towards her, a warm smile gracing her face, though her gray eyes remained untouched.
"Lara! I am so sor-"
She cut him off with a raised hand, the warm smile just intensifying like the sun in spring. "I know. Your work keeps you occupied. I understand, my love."
Jonathan shifted, taken aback by her quiet demeanor. In the past,
My Boyfriend, The Vampire Pt 1When Damien asked me out at the start of the school year, I was ecstatic. I men, who wouldnt be, with those eyes, so blue you could swim in them and that deep, soothing voice that you couldnt help but trust? Plus, he was the schools star running back. He was a sharp contrast to his brother, Blain, whose eyes were hard and cold, his body pale, and his scowl dismissive.
Amazingly, we stayed together all the way until homecoming in October. The day after they announced the date and theme (A Night on Mount Olympus, in case you were wondering), Damien pulled me into an empty classroom during lunch.
Victoria, he said. I want to ask you to homecoming, but, he paused, looking nervous, theres-something-I-need-to-tell-you-first. It came out in a r
WWC 9 - CaptainQuirkJenna swatted away another mosquito and shuddered. The sticky August haze enveloped her and her friends, but she was the only one who seemed to be bothered by it.
Of all the weekends in the year, we choose the nastiest one to go camping, she lamented.
Phil, who was leading the four deep into the forest, reminded her that shed agreed to come.
Besides, Marty said jokingly, what would you do in the city with all of us gone? Go over your stamp collection?
Jenna shrugged. There were a million things shed rather be doing, and they all involved air conditioning.
I think this is the place, Dani announced. Phil shook his head. He marched on, stopping just several paces later. He set his pack down and gestured grandly at the surroundings.
This! He declared. This is our spot! He posed there for a moment,
WWC 9 - ItamiAssassian"Let's go do something."
Holding hands, the two children walked away from the adults, who were having light coversation over strong wine. It was the second time that the girl had visited, and it made the boy very happy. Usually it was quiet and lonely, but now it wasn't.
In fact, it was better than not quiet and not lonely. It was fun. Life was a lot more fun when she was around, 'cause when she wasn't it wasn't. Did that make sense? He guessed it did, but it didn't matter too much 'cause he didn't need to explain it out loud anyway.
She did all the talking for him, so he was sure that she understood how much he enjoyed her company. But this is only the second time she's ever come over so I suppose that any assumptions are rather unfair and should be kept aside until I have more to work with. As she pulled him down the familiar hall he nodded to himself.
This is so much fun! She though to herself, pulling her friend, who wasn't her 'new' friend anymore because this was the second
WWC 9 - dreamtidesErik stood in the shadows, as much as he was able to in the blaze of neon signs, anonymous, face hidden under the deep hood of his sweatshirt, eyes covered by dark glasses. He scanned the crowd, body wired tight as he searched for that familiar shock of pink hair. He shifted, uncomfortable with the gnawing need that was rippling down his spine, making it harder and harder to concentrate, his body trembling on the verge of loosing control.
Sinking his teeth in his cheek, Erik let the sharp tang of blood center him, pull his awareness back to finding her. His eyes darted anxiously around the busy food court as he looked for her, making sure that he hadnt missed her in his momentary lapse of control.
No, he assured himself. He wouldnt have done that. He had been waiting so long, had held back so much. She would be here.
They had a date to keep, after all, him and Siobhan.
Siobhan, he whispered her name, drawing out the word, breathing it softly to himself as his ey
WWC 9 - PeacejunkieMy name is Analisse Krystyne Heatherington Sharod-Monroe, Krys to my friends. I was born in San Francisco in 1982 and died in 1996; I got run over by a trolley. If it hadnt been so tragic it would have been really freaking funny considering how clumsy I am was. I was walking home from school with my friends Sara and Jorge and I was handing Sara a tape and dropped it in the street. I leaned down to get it. Somehow I didnt hear the trolley bell until it was right in front of me and I got hit. It actually didnt hurt at all, but apparently it affected me because ... I died.
Technically I didnt realize I was dead until I woke up on a hospital bed and noticed there was only one person in the room, and I had no idea who they were. Have you ever heard the expression I must have died and gone to heaven? Well that is actually what went through my head because apparently I had the HOTTEST doctor ever to touch this Earth (if I only realized how ironic that
WWC 8 - ItamiAssassianThe woman scowled as she made her way past the crumbling sign, up the walk, up the stairs, into the building and down the hallway. Why should she have to come to pick that brat up from some drunken high-school stupor? Granted, she was married to his father but she did not at all care for the boy. And who did he think he was anyway? He should have known that if he got into trouble it would be her coming. He probably did it on purpose.
She paused to close a door behind her, expression softening. She supposed he did have some right to have fun while he had the chance, and after all he was only seventeen. It had not been all that long ago when she, herself was seventeen. It didn't seem like very long ago, really.
It was as she passed a drinking fountain that she began to go over the events leading to her marriage to the boy's father. She had been only twenty-five, after all, and he thirty-nine. Almost forty, almost too old for her to marry.
But she had, even though he didn't love her. All
Chapter 2 -- transparent-colorChapter 2
Sydney woke up to a light mist and damp leaves. Her head throbbed horribly. She tried to think about the night before but it was blurry and distant. Had it really happened? Am I really away? But now what am I going to do?
Sydney stood up and brushed the leaves off her dark brown cloak, making sure to get them all out of her hood before starting off. Sydney trotted away, turning her head every which way, so as to get a view on the early morning nature; she never realized just how beautiful autumn could be. The rich, luscious red, yellow, and orange leaves dancing carelessly in the air- stopping every now and then to admire their own beauty. Sydney stared in awe as a lost laugh was heard from in her head and she had to pull herself away from the memory, soon she couldnt resist and her memories began to flow through her brain, one by one but then over flowing.
My father became the farmer a few years ago- six to be exact. I was eight years old and I remember those
WWC 6 -- ThePrettySinThe night was alive with heat and life. The full moon cast down its unearthly glow, beacons of light among the branches of the forest below. In one such beam, a pixie flew, the light of the moon glancing off its wings like a secret dance.
Please, Ana, lets go back! Your papa will be very angry when he sees that you are gone! The pixie said anxiously, her wings fluttering so fast that a nervous whine emitted from them.
Belize, calm down. Papa wont find out. Remember, he thinks Im asleep! Ana exclaimed cheerfully, waving her hand at the pixie that continued to flicker around her.
But this could be dangerous! You could get hurt! Please, Ana, dont do this!
Wheres your sense of adventure? Nothing is going to happen, Elros promised. Were just g
Points of View, Tone, Mood and Setting.
There are many elements to keep in mind while writing your story. You think you already know everything, and you're eager to start writing, but there's more, such as Points of view, Tone, Mood and Setting.
Points of View are the narrator's position on the story being told. Okay, what on Earth does that mean? Well, to put it in simple terms, it's the point of view that allows what you can and can't see in a story. For example, in some stories, you may be able to read the character's mind, but in others, you cannot. There is a simple reason why this is There are many different points of view!
FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW: While writing, the narrator may refer to themselves as "I". For example: "I could hear everything they were talking about. Every word I heard them say shook me to the core and chilled my bones. I was in udder disbelief". This poin