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As you know the booklisters, I Nelissa, Morgan, Karmen, and Hannah love to read. So much we decided if books didnt exist wed probably murder someone. So as we are all participants in the art of writing we'd like to share some of our work with you. Now before we do we'd like to inform you that some of the work will be in the process of becoming a book. Some of it will just be written as something to do while "listening" to our teachers drone on and on. Though we'd like you to tell us what you think. An outsiders opinion is always good. Our email is [email protected]
It was late. The sky was turning shades of pink and orange. All streets were empty. Except for me of corse. It was just my luck that no one would be on these normaly crowded streets when I actually needed them. It was funny how people who would kill to have a little peace, would kill to have the non-peacefullness when they get their wish. You could tell that tonight would be perfect. Their would be a slight breeze. a unclouded sky. Tonight was one of thoes nights that I would lay in the backyard and then fall asleep on the ground, but under the circumstances I would gladly cuddled up in my bed with a stuffed animal. Because tonight I didn't feel safe enough even under the glow of the artifical street lights.
I had noticed the guys a couple of days ago. They had been following me everywhere. They always stayed about thirty feet behind me and I always stayed in public areas. Iwouldn't have even left my house today, but I'd promised Lana, my best friend, I would go to her house. My house was three blocks away and I had a feeling I wouldn't make it back home tonight. I rounded a corner where the tightly packed houses began to space out. This was not good. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and started walking faster. I turned my head slightly to the right and saw the men staring at me. I swiveled my head back around quickly and started to run.
"Stephine," I should have ran even faster. I should have been terrified at the sound of my own name. Instead I stopped. My whole body was screamig at me, "Run you idiot! Run!" But I was ill at ease. My heart was a steady pulse when it should have been close the frantic beat of a hummingbirds wings. I did one of the stupidest things in the world. I turned around.
The men should have been farther behind me. Even if they had run after me they shouldn't be this close yet. They were right in my face. I didn't flinch. It took every fiber of my being not to, but not showing emotions was one of the best things I was good at. They were both handsome. The older one had light blond hair. His features were sharp and angular. His mouth was full and shapely. His eyes were brown and friendly, deep and inviting. He was the dream guy of all single moms. Some maried ones too probably. The other one was similar in the way two buildings are built exactly the same, but one is painted bright gold while the other is black.
Both beautiful but only one dark and mysterious. Like the horror house in movies that the dumb blonde chicks always wander into. (I got the vibe that a lot of girls went after him) He had the same build as the other. Same shape but painted completely different colors. His hair was pitch black. even in my predicament my hand itched to run through his hair. His eyes crystal blue, and hard as stone. They gave him away. It was written in bold print right across his eyes. It didn't look like he'd ever let anyone in. It was like a brick wall. I felt sorry for the girls(There had to have been at least a couple) who had been turned down by him. I had one of thoes feelings I get when I just know something about a person. Even a complete stranger like now. He waas cold. He was lonely. He'd been hurt. And he was determined to never let it happen again. Thats why he shuned people. I wonder what had happened to him... Snap out of it Stephine! Your drooling over guys who have been stalking you for days!
"Stephine," It was the blonde one who had called my name earlier and he repeated it now. My feet were held in place and my mouth welded shut.They were both staring at me. When I didn't say anything he went on, "This may take a while. My name is Zach. I know you do not know us, but you have to trust us. Your parents asked us to protect you and thats what we must do." These men were crazy. My parents were dead. Had been for seventeen years now. Only days after I was born they died in a car accident. I didn't remember them but I had a picture. The only thing left to remind me of what never was. I started to walk backwards slowly.
The dark haired ont said without taking his eyes from mine, "Dad. It's time."
The older one sighed and said,"Yes," to me, "I'm sorry about this I truly am." He leaned forward, opened his mouth, and the world tumbled down around me.
P.S. hope you enjoyed! email me if you want more. Adress at top of page.
-Nelissa Prine
It was late. The sky was turning shades of pink and orange. All streets were empty. Except for me of corse. It was just my luck that no one would be on these normaly crowded streets when I actually needed them. It was funny how people who would kill to have a little peace, would kill to have the non-peacefullness when they get their wish. You could tell that tonight would be perfect. Their would be a slight breeze. a unclouded sky. Tonight was one of thoes nights that I would lay in the backyard and then fall asleep on the ground, but under the circumstances I would gladly cuddled up in my bed with a stuffed animal. Because tonight I didn't feel safe enough even under the glow of the artifical street lights.
I had noticed the guys a couple of days ago. They had been following me everywhere. They always stayed about thirty feet behind me and I always stayed in public areas. Iwouldn't have even left my house today, but I'd promised Lana, my best friend, I would go to her house. My house was three blocks away and I had a feeling I wouldn't make it back home tonight. I rounded a corner where the tightly packed houses began to space out. This was not good. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and started walking faster. I turned my head slightly to the right and saw the men staring at me. I swiveled my head back around quickly and started to run.
"Stephine," I should have ran even faster. I should have been terrified at the sound of my own name. Instead I stopped. My whole body was screamig at me, "Run you idiot! Run!" But I was ill at ease. My heart was a steady pulse when it should have been close the frantic beat of a hummingbirds wings. I did one of the stupidest things in the world. I turned around.
The men should have been farther behind me. Even if they had run after me they shouldn't be this close yet. They were right in my face. I didn't flinch. It took every fiber of my being not to, but not showing emotions was one of the best things I was good at. They were both handsome. The older one had light blond hair. His features were sharp and angular. His mouth was full and shapely. His eyes were brown and friendly, deep and inviting. He was the dream guy of all single moms. Some maried ones too probably. The other one was similar in the way two buildings are built exactly the same, but one is painted bright gold while the other is black.
Both beautiful but only one dark and mysterious. Like the horror house in movies that the dumb blonde chicks always wander into. (I got the vibe that a lot of girls went after him) He had the same build as the other. Same shape but painted completely different colors. His hair was pitch black. even in my predicament my hand itched to run through his hair. His eyes crystal blue, and hard as stone. They gave him away. It was written in bold print right across his eyes. It didn't look like he'd ever let anyone in. It was like a brick wall. I felt sorry for the girls(There had to have been at least a couple) who had been turned down by him. I had one of thoes feelings I get when I just know something about a person. Even a complete stranger like now. He waas cold. He was lonely. He'd been hurt. And he was determined to never let it happen again. Thats why he shuned people. I wonder what had happened to him... Snap out of it Stephine! Your drooling over guys who have been stalking you for days!
"Stephine," It was the blonde one who had called my name earlier and he repeated it now. My feet were held in place and my mouth welded shut.They were both staring at me. When I didn't say anything he went on, "This may take a while. My name is Zach. I know you do not know us, but you have to trust us. Your parents asked us to protect you and thats what we must do." These men were crazy. My parents were dead. Had been for seventeen years now. Only days after I was born they died in a car accident. I didn't remember them but I had a picture. The only thing left to remind me of what never was. I started to walk backwards slowly.
The dark haired ont said without taking his eyes from mine, "Dad. It's time."
The older one sighed and said,"Yes," to me, "I'm sorry about this I truly am." He leaned forward, opened his mouth, and the world tumbled down around me.
P.S. hope you enjoyed! email me if you want more. Adress at top of page.
-Nelissa Prine
I knew from the start that we shouldn't have been there, but Rashad could be very stubborn and persuasive, being the leader of the Alvasetas and all. At the moment, we were standing in an dark ally while he concentrated on putting himself in a dream trance. I was getting impatient. The moon was partly covered by clouds, so it was taking Rashad longer to absorb its energy. I crept around him stealthily, watching for any predators that may disturb him...or worse. I stopped for a minute to watch the way the moonbeams shined on his jet- black hair and gave his smooth, pale skin a beautiful glow, despite the glow of green that his jewel shone on his face. The magick that he was projecting shimmered around him eerily. "Wow, he is pretty handsome," I began to think to myself. "No, I can't get distracted at a time like this. We have to find Gaell." I tossed my long, blonde braid over my shoulder and went back into stealth mode. The magick around Rashad began to pick up, and his jewel glowed brighter. "Yes," I cheered silently, " you can do it Rashad." I continued to sneak around him and be alert, trying my hardest to not stop and stare. I tried to ignore the activity beside me, but the magick now swirled around him like a mini- tornado. His jewel was so bright it almost blinded me. And then it happened. The magick swirled so fast i could barely see it, then it suddenly stopped. It clung to him, then dissapeared, but his jewel still shone bright. His eyes snapped open, looking glassy and vacant. They were all white, not his usual color of striking silver. I stopped what I was doing and cautiously walked toward him.
"Rashad?" I asked. Rashad turned his face toward me, still looking vacant and ghostly.
"Azora," He spoke, but not in his voice. This voice was smooth and clear, sounding like water flowing in a brook."Follow me, and you will find what you seek." Rashad, or his body contained by something else, turned and seemed to glide over the concrete. I stood blinking after him, not sure what to do. I finally decided to follow him. I crept after him, soon having to jog to keep up. We went across the sidewalk quickly. I glanced around to make sure no one was around, and after seeing that the streets were empty, took up my pace behind Rashad. After a while, i began to count my steps in my head to pass the time. "1, 2, 3, 4..." I thought, while all the time watching the sleeping and possessed Rashad floating in front of me. "102, 103, 104- " Rashad stopped in his tracks. I nearly ran into him, but dug my heels into the concrete to stop myself. I looked around to see where we had ended up. We were in front of an old, abandoned, 3 story building.
"Of course, a creepy old abandoned building." I snorted, rolling my eyes. Rashad turned around to face me.
"Gaell is in here. You must hurry, his time is short." He spoke in that same weird voice. Then, with a flash of golden light from his jewel, he closed his eyes and callapsed.
"Rashad!" I screamed, sprinting to his side. He was limp on the ground. I checked for a pulse in his wrist, and it was beating fine. "Rashad, wake up! Rashad!"
"Azora..." he whispered, and opened his eyes, silver again.
"Rashad are you okay? You fell pretty hard." I knelt beside him and grabbed his hand.
"Yeah, it's normal. It happens all the time." he laughed quietly. I stood up and helped him to his feet. He dusted himself off, then tensed up and crouched in a stealth pose.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, instantly crouching beside him and scanning the area. Rashad spoke one word.
"Nachtmerrie." He hissed between his teeth. I gasped, and drew my silver stake from my boot. In front of us, the clan of Nightmares dropped gracefully from the roof, and advanced on us for the kill.
~ Morgan Green
i dont really write very good book/ stories so im gonna put some of my poems up..
reverance of the night
Curtain of black, known as Night, Does burden my step and cause me fright, I am the wretched fed to the cold, As darkness rules, when day is old, As we shall live so shall we die, Faces uplifted to the sky, In reverence of the night. -karmen
P.S.- hope you enjoyed! If you want more, email me at [email protected]!
"Rashad?" I asked. Rashad turned his face toward me, still looking vacant and ghostly.
"Azora," He spoke, but not in his voice. This voice was smooth and clear, sounding like water flowing in a brook."Follow me, and you will find what you seek." Rashad, or his body contained by something else, turned and seemed to glide over the concrete. I stood blinking after him, not sure what to do. I finally decided to follow him. I crept after him, soon having to jog to keep up. We went across the sidewalk quickly. I glanced around to make sure no one was around, and after seeing that the streets were empty, took up my pace behind Rashad. After a while, i began to count my steps in my head to pass the time. "1, 2, 3, 4..." I thought, while all the time watching the sleeping and possessed Rashad floating in front of me. "102, 103, 104- " Rashad stopped in his tracks. I nearly ran into him, but dug my heels into the concrete to stop myself. I looked around to see where we had ended up. We were in front of an old, abandoned, 3 story building.
"Of course, a creepy old abandoned building." I snorted, rolling my eyes. Rashad turned around to face me.
"Gaell is in here. You must hurry, his time is short." He spoke in that same weird voice. Then, with a flash of golden light from his jewel, he closed his eyes and callapsed.
"Rashad!" I screamed, sprinting to his side. He was limp on the ground. I checked for a pulse in his wrist, and it was beating fine. "Rashad, wake up! Rashad!"
"Azora..." he whispered, and opened his eyes, silver again.
"Rashad are you okay? You fell pretty hard." I knelt beside him and grabbed his hand.
"Yeah, it's normal. It happens all the time." he laughed quietly. I stood up and helped him to his feet. He dusted himself off, then tensed up and crouched in a stealth pose.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, instantly crouching beside him and scanning the area. Rashad spoke one word.
"Nachtmerrie." He hissed between his teeth. I gasped, and drew my silver stake from my boot. In front of us, the clan of Nightmares dropped gracefully from the roof, and advanced on us for the kill.
~ Morgan Green
i dont really write very good book/ stories so im gonna put some of my poems up..
reverance of the night
Curtain of black, known as Night, Does burden my step and cause me fright, I am the wretched fed to the cold, As darkness rules, when day is old, As we shall live so shall we die, Faces uplifted to the sky, In reverence of the night. -karmen
P.S.- hope you enjoyed! If you want more, email me at [email protected]!
