Friday, September 2, 2011 5:00:00 AM
I want all to know, I am tired of getting messages asking if I am married/ calling me dear. I am not married. So please stop asking. And also, I am not anyone`s "dear". If you do not stop this, I will have to block you. I hate to be mean about this. I am not married and do not have a boyfriend. I do not wish to hook up with anyone on here. Please stop. I have to resort to pleading now. So please stop.
Friday, August 26, 2011 7:23:55 AM
This year is going to be different. I am finally able to start a school year from the beginning without having to move states first. I am hoping to get my grades up again and also learn a very amazing and beautiful piece of music on my cello. I also hope to get further in my novel and loose weight. Wish me luck everyone! I can`t wait for this year to truely begin. A new start. New friends. New way of thinking. No more depression. No more cutting. More joy and more love. Thank you everyone who has subscribed to my blog for reading! Send me your kudos and your love! Thank you and good night. Peace!
Thursday, August 18, 2011 11:23:01 PM
Well today, I feel so much better. I have also been role playing all day and last night with my best friend and frankly... I shed alot of tears as well. our role play gets very sad at times and yeah... it is hard to keep back the tears at times. plus i heard the song Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson and it reminded me so much on what my character is going through... Well enough on that before I end up crying again... And yes... it is that sad... Well i am currently re-editing my novel so please, just a reminder here, the prologue I have posted for my sneek peek in my blog is now invalid. Everything in it is changed in my new prologue so please, no more comments. i will have the new version up in a little bit when I happen to finish it. thank you very much. And also, another reminder, my work is copywrited. Any names or places stolen from it is against the law. i will report you. I like to keep my stuff original but when others steal it, I am the one that will lookbad. So please, once again, my stuff is copywrited. So do not steal!! thank you very much again. Peace out!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011 12:24:59 AM
Well as most of you people know, I am writing a novel. I am currently re-editing what I had so far. So the prolouge in my blog is now invalid. And I want everyone to know as well, my work is copy writed. I don't want anyone to steal my work. Please and thank you very much. Well today, I sorta feel like crap. I got a stuffy nose and my lungs sorta hurt. SO please I want no bull shit today. Anyway in other news.... I talked to my best friend since first grade today, well early this morning, for two and a half hours. I miss her so much. I can't believe we now live like five hundred miles away from each other. I miss Reno, Nevada SOOOOOO much and i can't stand it. So anyone out there that wants to chat, please message me. Well I really don't feel well so I am gonna go. Peace out!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011 4:34:25 AM
Today was alright. I started writing a letter to my friend in Irish Dof course with an English copy). I am doing the same with my novel. I will be posting the Porlogue up again, but written in Irish. Beleive me or not, it is a very beautifuly written language. I think you all will like it. I will also be putting up a blog with facts about me. Well i am sorta tired so i am leaving. Peace out!
Friday, August 5, 2011 7:01:20 PM
I am wired on Amp Energy and still have not slept... How can I after all that caffine? Well, my cat is being wierd and playing with a straw and trying to beg for more wet food. I think he is too fat!! So I say no and let him go off to beg someone else.
Suppose to go to my sister`s today but I have a feeling I am gonna crash soon... Never fun right? Its like a hang-over but without the headache but the total buzz of caffine. So I am just lounging at the moment and enjoying the high while it last. I might head out later but I`m not sure. Anyway, I am getting a bit... what do you call it .... bleh. Well I`m gonna go. Peace out!
Thursday, August 4, 2011 12:24:10 AM
Today is alright. Got woken up early, 11 is early for me believe it or not. I miss school already and damn you if you think that missing school is for wierd people. I just miss having something to do instead of sleeping all the time. I learned the basic cords on the guitar and it was truthfully really easy. I believe my mind is only enginered for writing and music.
I can't help it. I just love these things. Any type of 'art' are for me. Math comes easy but i hate it. English, I love. Science, could do without. History, it is alright being able to learn of past times.
Orchestra, my elective, I absolutely love. And P.E. I could really do without. Anyway... I miss school and can't wait till next month for i can actually get out of the house more! I swear I am dying in my small room, trying to think of more things for my novel and staring at my phone all day! Enough! i say and lets go! HAHA! Anyway I am bored and want to leave. Peace out!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011 12:43:04 AM
(Para.)The full, pale moon shines down upon two solitary figures standing in the grey ash meadow, surrounded by scorched pine trees and tall dry peaked mountains to the south. One figure holds a small bundle in its arms, rocking it to and fro on the north side of the meadow, only acres of trees behind it. The other figure seems to be yelling at the one with the bundle in its arms. The yelling figure stands on the south side of the meadow, the dark shadows of the dry mountains making the figure almost a shadow its self.
(Para.)“Damn you, Thomanty! Just give me the child! You will never have to see me again if you hand over the child now!” The yelling figure snaps its mouth shut, waiting for a response. Soon the figure’s appearance becomes clear as the moon climbs higher in the sky from behind the dry jagged mountains.
(Para.)A man, dressed only in black leather pants, red snakes painted onto the thick bull leather, glares at the other figure with crow black eyes that seem to be able to pierce any soul if they dare to speak. His bare arms bear tattoos of venomous red and black snakes, seeming to actually be existent and curling around each other when the man crosses his arms over his bare, pale chest. Upon his pale back, only one tattoo can be seen; a black Hell Dragon attacking an angel mercilessly in a field of pure gold. His facial figures are sharp and seemingly dangerous as the shadows dance around him. Even the blond hair, pulled back very tight except for one piece which falls by his right eye, made him seem very dangerous and evil. No weapon hangs at his belt, or anywhere else for that matter.
(Para.)The other figure, Thomanty’s, appearance becomes clear as well. A woman, pale as the full moon its self and far paler than the man standing now directly in front of her. An unearthly white dress caresses Thomanty’s petite form and flows well past her bare feet with at most a foot of train behind. It is cut elegantly in a shallow V-neck on the bodice and is slightly stained with blood on the front and singed at the very hem. Blond hair, trailing down to her mid-back, sways slightly in the small breeze along with the hem of the dress. The light of the moon shines gently upon her face, making her seem gentle and much worn out as well. Her complexion is angelic and makes her shining gold eyes, gleam brighter, in slight anger. Huge, egg shell white wings wrap protectively around herself, trying to hide and protect the small bundle in her arms.
(Para.)“No! The only way I will ever allow you to lay one of your icy fingers upon my son’s soul, is if he gives you on his own free will! You have Razon, why do you want Abrax? He is nothing but a newborn Dire! He probably won’t even have powers!” Thomanty’s voice fills the now still air, almost like a songbird’s song but far more defiant and even less jubilant. Her golden gaze breaks from the child to stare furiously at the man.
(Para.)The bundle in Thomanty’s arms is none other than the mentioned newborn, Abrax. He is wrapped in delicate white silk, flames sewn into the hems, and hidden behind his mother’s wings. He whimpers when his mother looks up and away from him, his fat fingers reaching out to grab hold of a small locket around her neck. Thomanty opens her wings slowly and looks down at the small babe; shocked by his strong pull on her necklace. He pokes his face out of the silk blanket and looks around for the first time at the world. He gurgles and squirms in his mother’s arms until he can be seen more clearly. Piercing blue eyes stare out at the ash covered meadow and seem to take in every last detail. A very light brown wisp of hair curls on top his small head, and a light flame curls around in his chubby fingers. He giggles when he finally gets Thomanty’s attention drawn back on him and settles himself down.
(Para.)“He ran off long ago, thinking I would forget that he handed his soul, so willingly in fact, over to me. Razon never killed a soul for me. Useless piece of shit.” The man replies calmly, staring directly into Thomanty’s golden gaze.
(Para.)All lies. Thomanty thinks to herself. “You will not have him! This is final, Cometois!” She growls and pulls Abrax protectively to her breast, wrapping her feathered wings around herself again.
(para.)Pity, pure pity, is written all over the man, Cometois’, face as he shakes his head. “You will regret this, sister,” He huffs, disappearing in a thick cloud of black dust that almost chokes Thomanty.
(Para.)And so it begins. Thomanty thinks sorrowfully, turning to face the ocean of pine trees.
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