I jolted awake and looked around, panic pulsing through my veins. I heard a noise and jumped up, spinning around. I didn't see the source of the noise, I couldn't see anything really. I stumbled along blindly, hoping to find a light switch, or something.
The faintest of noises sounded behind me and I swirled around, "Hello?" I choked out, my voice sounded small and choked. There was no response and I stepped forward. I gave a cry as I felt something wrap around my ankle and drag me down. "Help!" Came my muffled plea. Again, no response.
I lay completely still on the ground. Afraid that if I moved, whatever grabbed me would get me again. Very slowly, I reached my hand into my pants pocket, looking for my cellphone. It was there and I flipped it open. No service. I cursed quietly and used the phone as a flashlight.
I was in a small room. I didn't see any windows or doors, just empty walls. I stood hesitantly and shown the light all around, I was alone in the room. Or so I thought.
An invisible force knocked me onto the ground and rested on top of me, crushing the air out of me. I tried to scream but the thing was covering my mouth, muffling my cries. I kicked and hit at the thing but to no avail, I was trapped. Finally I lost consciousness from lack of air.
When I awoke, the room was considerably brighter and I was standing. I looked in front of me. What I assumed was the Thing that was sitting on me, turned out to be a man in a dark cloak holding a bloody dagger. With an awful realization, I looked down. There was a huge blood stain on my shirt. Panicking, I pulled my shirt up. There was a large gash in my stomach with blood pouring out of it. I collapsed onto the ground and looked up at the figure. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Exerpt From Burned
A smidgen of the novel I'm writing
Serafina's eyes fluttered open and she looked around. She was in yet another cold, white room on yet another metal topped table. She sat up and wobbled a little before gasping in pain. Whatever those doctors used to knock her out gave her a terrible headache.
On the other side of the room there was another table like the one she was sitting on. But on that table there was a familiar sleeping half-angel.
"Lance!" She cried, running over to him. He jolted awake and smiled when he saw Serafina. He sat up and hugged her tightly, "Sera! Oh, are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"
Serafina shook her head, "No. But Ma-"
As she was talking, the door slid open and, speak of the devil, Dr. Maggie Silverstorm walked in. Her blond hair had been brushed back into order and her burned wrist was wrapped in a bandage. When Serafina saw her she lunged of the table and towards her. Lance pulled her back and stepped in front of her.
Maggie laughed, "How sweet. The angel is protecting the demon."
Serafina's eyes began glowing red, "Who said I need protecting?"
"I'm not protecting you." Lance said, looking back, "I'm making sure you don't do something you'll regret."
Maggie laughed again, "Your powers won't work in this room. You can't do anything to me."
Serafina sneered and held out her hand. To her surprise, no fire appeared there, "What do you want from us?" She said furiously.
"To get rid of you." Maggie said seriously, "What both of you are is unnatural. You shouldn't exist. There's only one reason for your existence."
Lance narrowed his eyes, "Maggie. It's not your place. You have no right to pass judgment on our place in this world. So I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself."
"As I was saying," Maggie said, unfazed by his slight threat, "Is that we have to get rid of you before your purpose is fulfilled."
Serafina looked at both of them, "What do mean? What's our purpose?"
Maggie smiled, "Oh, so you haven't told her?"
Lance's eyes flashed dangerously, "Maggie. I'm warning you-"
"Your purpose is to either pick if the world goes to darkness or light." Maggie said, "And to do that, one of you has to destroy the other. One of you must die."
Serafina's eyes fluttered open and she looked around. She was in yet another cold, white room on yet another metal topped table. She sat up and wobbled a little before gasping in pain. Whatever those doctors used to knock her out gave her a terrible headache.
On the other side of the room there was another table like the one she was sitting on. But on that table there was a familiar sleeping half-angel.
"Lance!" She cried, running over to him. He jolted awake and smiled when he saw Serafina. He sat up and hugged her tightly, "Sera! Oh, are you okay? Did they do anything to you?"
Serafina shook her head, "No. But Ma-"
As she was talking, the door slid open and, speak of the devil, Dr. Maggie Silverstorm walked in. Her blond hair had been brushed back into order and her burned wrist was wrapped in a bandage. When Serafina saw her she lunged of the table and towards her. Lance pulled her back and stepped in front of her.
Maggie laughed, "How sweet. The angel is protecting the demon."
Serafina's eyes began glowing red, "Who said I need protecting?"
"I'm not protecting you." Lance said, looking back, "I'm making sure you don't do something you'll regret."
Maggie laughed again, "Your powers won't work in this room. You can't do anything to me."
Serafina sneered and held out her hand. To her surprise, no fire appeared there, "What do you want from us?" She said furiously.
"To get rid of you." Maggie said seriously, "What both of you are is unnatural. You shouldn't exist. There's only one reason for your existence."
Lance narrowed his eyes, "Maggie. It's not your place. You have no right to pass judgment on our place in this world. So I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself."
"As I was saying," Maggie said, unfazed by his slight threat, "Is that we have to get rid of you before your purpose is fulfilled."
Serafina looked at both of them, "What do mean? What's our purpose?"
Maggie smiled, "Oh, so you haven't told her?"
Lance's eyes flashed dangerously, "Maggie. I'm warning you-"
"Your purpose is to either pick if the world goes to darkness or light." Maggie said, "And to do that, one of you has to destroy the other. One of you must die."
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Luna's Story
"You're so ugly!"
"Everyone hates you!"
"Why don't you just go kill yourself?!"
Thirteen year old Luna Lawrance walked away from her middle school, her head hanging low. Silent tears slid down her face, They're right... She thought, I'm useless. No ones ever going to love me... She shook the terrible thoughts from her head and finished her walk home.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Luna called, walking into the living room. She heard yelling from upstairs. Her parents were fighting again. Luna sighed and went to her room, slamming the door and hopping onto her bed. The hurtful words of her classmates kept ringing in her ears, and her thoughts stayed depressed. She flopped onto her back and staired at the ceiling, contemplating something to do.
After another hour of moping, Luna decided to go out. She slipped on her Converse and out into the cool night air. She breathed it in and jogged down the road. Once she was out of the more residental area, she knew she had made a mistake. Luisianna wasn't the best place for a young teeage girl to be by herself. She ignored the nagging sense to go home and walked on.
After walking for a while, the heard laughter behind her. She just barely turned and cursed under her breath. Three boys from her school were walking torwards her. She thought about running, but the they'd notice her. Maybe they havn't seen me. She thought hopefully.
"Hey Loony!" One of them called. She cursed again, they had deffinatly seen her. She turned around, "Er, hey guys."
They had reached her then, mischievous glints in their eyes. She gulped, "How's it going, Loony?" The tallest of the three said.
She gulped, "Oh, fine. I was just heading home."
One of them grabbed her roughly on the arm, "Oh, no you're not. We wanna hang out with you."
The others laughed and they pushed her in a dark ally. Tears started to well in her eyes from their roughness. They laughed again and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there.
"Let me go!" She cried, kicking out. One of them punched her hard in the jaw. They all laughed as she started crying harder. The tallest, she tried to remember his name, Tommy, ripped off her shirt. She shivered when the cold air touched her bare skin. The others laughed, "Looks like she's nervous, Tom."
He smiled, "Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun."
The tears started pouring out of her eyes as she tried to push him off her. He found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, laughing.
Hours later when they left, Luna was left cold, topless and bruised in the alleyway. She stood up, crying and grabbed her shirt, slipping it on. The words they had said to her haunted her memories. You should enjoy this. They said, No one else will ever do this for you. They said it like what they did to her was a favor. She stumbled home, the bloody bruises all over her body slowing her down. When she finally made it home, her parents were gone. Leaving her a note that said they would be back tomorrow. She crawled up the stairs and into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and cried until she didn't think it was possible to cry anymore.
Looking around, Luna saw a shaving razor and picked it up. She looked at it, contemplating her options. It would be so easy. Luna thought, I could end all the pain right now... She lowered the razor onto her wrist and slashed down as hard as she could. She let out a cry of pain but smiled a little before slashing the other one. "So easy..." She whispered, collapsing onto the ground.
Luna woke up hours later, feeling weak and woozy. She looked at her wrists, they were covered in dried blood. As was the ground. Her eyes widened, "I'm alive." She started crying again, thankful for survival. She quickly cleaned off the ground and her arms before going into her room. "I survived..." She whispered, laying on her bed.
"Everyone hates you!"
"Why don't you just go kill yourself?!"
Thirteen year old Luna Lawrance walked away from her middle school, her head hanging low. Silent tears slid down her face, They're right... She thought, I'm useless. No ones ever going to love me... She shook the terrible thoughts from her head and finished her walk home.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Luna called, walking into the living room. She heard yelling from upstairs. Her parents were fighting again. Luna sighed and went to her room, slamming the door and hopping onto her bed. The hurtful words of her classmates kept ringing in her ears, and her thoughts stayed depressed. She flopped onto her back and staired at the ceiling, contemplating something to do.
After another hour of moping, Luna decided to go out. She slipped on her Converse and out into the cool night air. She breathed it in and jogged down the road. Once she was out of the more residental area, she knew she had made a mistake. Luisianna wasn't the best place for a young teeage girl to be by herself. She ignored the nagging sense to go home and walked on.
After walking for a while, the heard laughter behind her. She just barely turned and cursed under her breath. Three boys from her school were walking torwards her. She thought about running, but the they'd notice her. Maybe they havn't seen me. She thought hopefully.
"Hey Loony!" One of them called. She cursed again, they had deffinatly seen her. She turned around, "Er, hey guys."
They had reached her then, mischievous glints in their eyes. She gulped, "How's it going, Loony?" The tallest of the three said.
She gulped, "Oh, fine. I was just heading home."
One of them grabbed her roughly on the arm, "Oh, no you're not. We wanna hang out with you."
The others laughed and they pushed her in a dark ally. Tears started to well in her eyes from their roughness. They laughed again and shoved her against the wall, pinning her there.
"Let me go!" She cried, kicking out. One of them punched her hard in the jaw. They all laughed as she started crying harder. The tallest, she tried to remember his name, Tommy, ripped off her shirt. She shivered when the cold air touched her bare skin. The others laughed, "Looks like she's nervous, Tom."
He smiled, "Don't be nervous, we're gonna have fun."
The tears started pouring out of her eyes as she tried to push him off her. He found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, laughing.
Hours later when they left, Luna was left cold, topless and bruised in the alleyway. She stood up, crying and grabbed her shirt, slipping it on. The words they had said to her haunted her memories. You should enjoy this. They said, No one else will ever do this for you. They said it like what they did to her was a favor. She stumbled home, the bloody bruises all over her body slowing her down. When she finally made it home, her parents were gone. Leaving her a note that said they would be back tomorrow. She crawled up the stairs and into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and cried until she didn't think it was possible to cry anymore.
Looking around, Luna saw a shaving razor and picked it up. She looked at it, contemplating her options. It would be so easy. Luna thought, I could end all the pain right now... She lowered the razor onto her wrist and slashed down as hard as she could. She let out a cry of pain but smiled a little before slashing the other one. "So easy..." She whispered, collapsing onto the ground.
Luna woke up hours later, feeling weak and woozy. She looked at her wrists, they were covered in dried blood. As was the ground. Her eyes widened, "I'm alive." She started crying again, thankful for survival. She quickly cleaned off the ground and her arms before going into her room. "I survived..." She whispered, laying on her bed.
Monday, May 23, 2011
To start things off...
Hello! Welcome to the place where I write down my thoughts and rants. I love writing, so I'll probably post short stories and exerts from different projects I'm working on. But for now, relax and enjoy the calm before the storm. For now I can't right much. But I leave you with the promise of weirdness. So stay tuned!
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