Serena
On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.
Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.
"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.
She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.
I pulled a scary-looking black halter neck on, and prepared myself for emotional scarring.
Tia
I was so glad Serena was going to let me help her choose her outfit! I'd already assessed her "colours". Black, blue, and white.
This was going to be fun.
Shaun
Every moment since Thursday, I was halluncinating.
I saw her at corners, heard her voice everywhere I went. It was intriuging, why should this have such an effect on me?
Of course, Linda had been ecstatic.
I caught myself staring at her more than once on Friday. We'd all had to attend some lecture, and alphabetical order meant that she was put right next to me.
She smelt of lilacs, I was not able to watch the slide show. I had no idea what it was even about.
I was hyperaware of her every movement. I noticed that she had a habit of brushing a small particular lock of her hair behind her ear repetitively.
I noticed how she bit her lip sometimes, but why, I didn't know.
On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.
Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.
"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.
She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.
I pulled a scary-looking black halter neck on, and prepared myself for emotional scarring.
Tia
I was so glad Serena was going to let me help her choose her outfit! I'd already assessed her "colours". Black, blue, and white.
This was going to be fun.
Shaun
Every moment since Thursday, I was halluncinating.
I saw her at corners, heard her voice everywhere I went. It was intriuging, why should this have such an effect on me?
Of course, Linda had been ecstatic.
I caught myself staring at her more than once on Friday. We'd all had to attend some lecture, and alphabetical order meant that she was put right next to me.
She smelt of lilacs, I was not able to watch the slide show. I had no idea what it was even about.
I was hyperaware of her every movement. I noticed that she had a habit of brushing a small particular lock of her hair behind her ear repetitively.
I noticed how she bit her lip sometimes, but why, I didn't know.
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try
What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try
Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
Once i was having a day dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 year old was writing a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I love the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came by the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a fan fiction of the novel, Darker Still, by Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in love with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present day New York, 13 year old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced by a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed more often. But is that really best?