Let's say your walking down the strada, via and te see a girl on the other side of the road.Looks like a sweetheart o a nice person wearing a light green sundress. At first glance te don't give the girl a secondo thought but if te looked più closely te would have seen the biker boots and the heavy jewelery. And yet her face and her dress looked like sunshine.
te may think the girl weird o strange but that's just how she dress. Though te don't have the guts to go up and ask her about it. Why? Because it's rude to ask why she dresses like that and te just want to keep on going to your destination.
So te shake your head and walk on. Later your suprised to think of that strange girl from the street. te wonder why te can't stop thinking of her. Maybe it's because she looked so out of place, so different that te thought of her. Who wouldn't stop and think of someone with a different sense of things?
o someone who's just different in the way te see people that they make te stop and think. Stop and think about the girl in the prendisole, sundress and biker boots.When te see something new it catches your eye. It's like when tv turned from black and white to color, it opened your inner eye. Your eye of creativeness.
So the successivo time te see the girl in the prendisole, sundress and biker boots te smile warmly at her, as if she's an old friend. And she smiles back just as warmly, as if your sharing a secret.
te both make your way to the bus but te let her get on first and she thanks te in a warm,bubbly voice.
As te get on she finds a sede, sedile and offers the sede, sedile successivo to her and this time te thank her.
te both introduce yourself and shake hands. te find out her name is Corrie. And just like that you've gained a new friend, the girl in the prendisole, sundress and biker boots.
te may think the girl weird o strange but that's just how she dress. Though te don't have the guts to go up and ask her about it. Why? Because it's rude to ask why she dresses like that and te just want to keep on going to your destination.
So te shake your head and walk on. Later your suprised to think of that strange girl from the street. te wonder why te can't stop thinking of her. Maybe it's because she looked so out of place, so different that te thought of her. Who wouldn't stop and think of someone with a different sense of things?
o someone who's just different in the way te see people that they make te stop and think. Stop and think about the girl in the prendisole, sundress and biker boots.When te see something new it catches your eye. It's like when tv turned from black and white to color, it opened your inner eye. Your eye of creativeness.
So the successivo time te see the girl in the prendisole, sundress and biker boots te smile warmly at her, as if she's an old friend. And she smiles back just as warmly, as if your sharing a secret.
te both make your way to the bus but te let her get on first and she thanks te in a warm,bubbly voice.
As te get on she finds a sede, sedile and offers the sede, sedile successivo to her and this time te thank her.
te both introduce yourself and shake hands. te find out her name is Corrie. And just like that you've gained a new friend, the girl in the prendisole, sundress and biker boots.
This is just a preview image of a lovely Gothic Lolita, but not the same outlook as the girl described in this short -short- story :)
Are te bored? Despretly trying to find something on Google, but everytime te serch something innoceont weird and gross stuff just overflows your computor screen? Well, unisciti this Scrivere compeition! I will lista five random genres and themes I pulled from a hat and all te have to do is write a short story from a genre o theme of your choice but it has to be one of the five. The compeition will run from November 07 2011 - November 21. Voting will start from November 21 - November 31.
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
Genres:
1. Mystery
2. fan Fiction (Lucky You!)
3. Sci-Fi
4. Children's
5. Drama
As I said, there random.
Themes:
1. Magic
2. Sacrifice
3. True Story
4. Childhood
5. Anime (For fan Fiction)
Just Post Your Entry on fanpop and ur good to go!
The winner will recive 10 props and 5 runners up will recive 3 props. :P
A tear ran down Jannet's pale cheek. David's footsteps echoed in the hall like a man's last words, and for Jannet, they were last words David will ever say to her. We never saw David again. Never. It's a hard word to handle when inlove.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him da the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have più energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
"NOOOOOOOO!!" Mike screamed. The moment was so mindblowing, we forgot we were in Mikeal's orphanage. "She's not dead! She can't be dead!" The careers grabbed him da the arms, threw him to the ground and beat him. "Mike..." Jannet whispered, wiping a tear away. "Mike!" She shouted "Jane, don't interfeare, please!" I begged. It didn't work. When a spirit is enraged they have più energy, kinda' like an adrenaline rush.
"Jannet, where are you?!" Mike shouted. "She's dead! Get over it, boy!" The Head Misstrus boomed. "LEAVE HIM!" Jannet demanded. The women stared at her in disbelif.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one te Amore in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the successivo giorno will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my Amore ...is my rival....Time has stopped to te as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if te keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... o one giorno you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so veloce, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow te take life's successivo test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Canto loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. o maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so veloce, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow te take life's successivo test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not Canto loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. o maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
This is a song inspired da Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story postato here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written da a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angeli always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken farfalle with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written da a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angeli always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken farfalle with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
