One Two Skip A Few...

This is our 99th post! I had a lot to blog about today but I have since finding the inspiration, lost it. I apologize for not updating sooner. Things have been well with me, though my math teacher is from some kind of twisted path of sick humor is taking great pleasure in my torment. See I was reading "Dark Prince" and she took my book from me saying "I will give this back at the end of the week." Promptly I told her that I would not be doing anything in her class until my literature was returned to me. This, somehow, confused her. She asked me if needed anything to help with my studying in this class. It struck me as extremely idiotic of her to ask this after I had explained that I would not be doing anything until I was given my book. So patiently I retold her such. Still, she remains confused. So I have detention, served 30 minutes to any willing teacher, on any day I am available. I should no doubt continue on working on my final project for this class (I.T) so farewell to you for now, until we meet again.


This is very important. To all of those who have read the so far workings of "A Touch Of Poison" Please voice your opinions on the following:
Should Liras die? Why, Why not?
Should Atreyu be forced to return to his homeland, if Liras dies? Why, Why not?
I understand this sounds kind of like a school assignment but I cannot continue until I know what the readers want. Please respond thoroughly and promptly.


TWMA,
Sacred Secret


P.S: I understand the above was probably childish and immature of me to do, but I felt I had no other choice. Yes, I could have simply shrugged it off and did as she asked but I was feeling....rebellious...we'll say.

Tired...

I'm tired, I've been awake for what seems like forever and I'm homeworked out of my head. So I'm going to go to bed. I'm posting to tell you the following...

1. This is the 98th post (we're getting closer!)
2. It's Nightmare's 1st Birthday!!

Yay, be happy in my joy for my son is now one! (heehee that rhymed) I think I'll post something tommorow maybe it depends on how I feel. Oh, this weekend was districts for Fange' and she's going to state. I'm having mixed emotions on this, but mostly I'm happy for her. She's going to state! Yay! Lets not dwell on the cons of the situation. Well I'm going to sleep now, sorry this is so short....



TWMA,
Sacred Secret


P.S: There is no secret because I'm sleepy....*yawn* Sorry.

A Touch Of Poison...

Sorry I haven't posted in forever, it's getting hectic as the last few weeks of school drip by. I've been trying to get my grades up (*sighs* 'cause THATs working..) and I've been involved with the Voices a lot and Girl Scouts and Choir and Track.
So anyway, yeah. As you all know I've been writing a new story. Previously it was titled "The Notebook Story" because it was originally written in said notebook. but I've changed it thanks to some suggestions* The title is now "A Touch Of Poison" and previously I posted my story so instead of reposting the entire story I'm going to give you the small amount that I have added since then. If you did not read the first section I suggest you do that before reading this section, okay? So I'll give you a little review and then the new stuff okay? So here's your section for now!


A Touch Of Poison....


.......When he reached the last egg he looked around the room, pleased with himself that he had successfully retrieved everything in the room he claimed as his. He headed for the door to start on the next room and ran into the only woman in the house. Her tear streaked face hurt him, for a demon not used to feeling sadness or regret he took a step back, confused at the new emotion that flooded his mind and wore down his body until he fell on the floor.
"Come here child, I know you mean us no harm, that man is controlling you with something. Come tell me." She held out her arms to him as though she truly wanted to protect him from his master.
He shook his head rapidly and opened his mouth to call for whom he served but the woman knelt beside him and pressed a withered finger to his lips, hushing him if for only a moment.
"I know you're scared but please, let me help you." She cooed and stroked his hair with one hand and rested the other gently on his cheek.
Atreyu could feel her shaking and knew that he scared her but couldn't bring himself to push her away, he was drawn into her kindness until he heard the familiar baritone voice call for him.

As his name passed through Liras's lips it vibrated through him, replacing something the woman had broken, making him shudder and shake his head, trying in vain to clear it. "Atreyu!" He called again, coming out of the room he had chosen to look down the hall for the boy, and when he laid his eyes on the old woman his eyes flashed a deep red as he came forward, and a low primal growl escaped his throat.
"Father." The child whispered and backed away from the warmth of the woman's hand and pressed himself against the wall. He had never seen his Master so fiercely angered before and now that he had witnessed such he held a new respect for his Master. He glanced back at the old woman who only sat with a perplexed look on her wrinkled face, then her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder. Liras loomed over her, claws and fangs extended to a full length as he glowered down at the old woman. "Get away from me, devil incarnate!" She screamed holding up a crucifix. Atreyu's eyes widened as he realized she had intended to lure him in and then spear him, she wanted to kill him not befriend him.
His eyes began to tear when he figured out that she hadn't really wanted to hold him as he had thought, she just wanted to pierce that wooden death through his back. "Get away from me!" She cried out again holding the crucifix so tightly her bony knuckles turned white. Liras growled again and stepped back, glaring at the holy entity with a fiery hatred.
The old woman blinked in disbelief than smiled slyly, "I knew you were afraid of the Lord". She stood slowly and continued to push the demon back with wooden cross she held. Soon Liras was only partially in the doorway and Atreyu looked on with widened eyes.
His Father, his Master, was being forced to succumb to an old woman. He whom Atreyu had never seen cower before any other being was now being steadily pressed against a wall. Gradually his face became wet, his eyes began to blur and sting.
Fearful he lifted a hand to his face and touched his cheek gingerly and looked down at it. There was only water on his fingertips, glistening and hot, smelling of salt. What was this? Some peculiar leaking from his eyes that he had never experienced before. Though he remembered others did it frequently when faced with him. What had Father called it again? Atreyu tried to recall the word for it but all he could think of was weakness and disgrace. He swiped angrily at his face trying to prevent this liquid shame from falling from his lilac and onyx eyes any further. He became angry with himself, his Master was in need of his help, and he was sitting here stupidly expelling water from his eyes. What kind of demon was he? He tried to stand and his legs wobbled and buckled underneath him.
Once. Twice. Three times a charm, he made his way to the door and looked on in horror.In the time it had taken him to get his disgraceful butt off the floor Liras was pinned to the wall by the cross, writhing in pain. His long hair covered his eyes but Atreyu sensed they had lost their livid glow. The old woman looked down at her hands in disbelief, momentarily shocked that she could accomplish such a thing, but soon the shock lifted and she cackled like the old witch she was. Should he dematerialize and appear at her side, to slam her into the wall? No, she might have another crucifix on her somewhere.plus he wasn't very good at dematerializing yet. He would probably end up downstairs or something, and it would turn out he would just waste a lot of time. Maybe approach her from the back; surprise is always good.
His gaze was pulled away from the scene when the staircase squeaked, the old man. In a flash Atreyu grabbed the old man by his throat and threw him against the wall. "Let me go!" he exclaimed clawing at Atreyu's hands as they tightened ever so slightly around his neck. "Call off your female and I'll leave you." Atreyu growled angrily baring his fangs, with each passing second Atreyu grew more and more worried. More and more anxious to go to his Master. When the man didn't respond the boy cursed and snapped his neck, dropping him like a toy he had grown tired of. The woman looked over and her eyes grew wide in fear. From her silence, Liras lifted his gaze and a slow smile crept to his lips.
With black angel wings outstretched, shining obsidian eyes and claws that could make blacksmith flinch in fear. Atreyu stood hunched in a primal stance, willing to fight anything or anyone to relieve his Master of his pain. Without a Master he would be nothing and slowly he would die, with no one to serve he would have no purpose and his soul would wither.
An uncharacteristically deep growl found its way past his lips, his voice definitely dropped a couple tones. "Move." The female obeyed, pressing herself against the wall as if she could blend in. He moved forward and dislodged the cross with ease, lowering Liras carefully to the ground....

Well that will be continued eventually, sorry I couldn't get it to you sooner. Well I think I'm gonna go now, with ever post we get closer to our 100th! Hope to see you when we get there. Thank you my loyal readers.


TWMA,
Sacred Secret


P.S: I hate my dad, but my deepest wish is for him to come home to me....forever.

*Thanks to Adrian, Sylyence, Wrath, The King, Vishous, Rioriki, Mana, Mochi & anyone else I forgot

Omg

It's not a good day. Yesterday wasn't a good day. And it's a half-day even!! (where we get out of school at 12:00 instead of 2:05) I don't even know why but has sucked, and today just isn't much better. For those of you that care I am NOT doing the solo I've been talking about in choir anymore. Because Paula, the choir director, did not put me in the program. Therefore leaving me out of the show. I'm happy for Honora though because she's doing a solo, singing "Black Bird". She sang it at the taltent show in 7th or 8th grade and it was really good. I'm not going to have much fun at this show, I don't even want to go. It's going to be retarded. Plus, if Fange's not going to be there...it's not worth going. I know my mom will be there but it's not the same. And my grandma will be in California so she said "your mom will call me when you do your solo, I love Fange' but I'm more important" I did everything I could not to roll my eyes, I would much rather have someone call Fange' than my grandma. Speaking of, Fange' can't come to my concert because of track. I'm not clear on all the details of why or what she's doing but I'm happy for her because she is or will be going to State. She's that good. I think she deserves it, after having to put up with the bald guy...well I'll probably continue this post more later, or just post another one cause I have to actually do something in this class now. So peace be with you and may calmness and forgiveness follow you.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

P.S: Often, when I tell someone what my favorite whatever is, it quickly changes to something else.

"The Notebook Story"

This Is a story I've been working on for a while, and I need to save it. So if you want to you can read it. Fange', it needs help. BAD. R&R please! Thank You!

A/N: Liras- (Luh-rye-ahss) Atreyu- (ah-treh-yoo)

Liras’s eyes snapped open as he shot out of his bed, panting, skin covered in a chilled sweat, he looked around his dimly lit room and tried to concentrate on something. Anything that would take his mind off of his dream. Finally his senses fell upon the soft inhale and exhale of the young demon resting on the corner pallet. Smiling he glanced out the window and watched as the new falling snow sparkled like gems in the bright moonlight, he rose then and flipped on the lights, stretching his hands above his head his gaze again fell upon his pet, Atreyu. Quietly he stepped over to the small form on the floor and tucked the blankets in around him, with a final glance over his shoulder as he turned, he walked out the door and down the stairs.

Coffee, coffee. He chanted in his mind, opening cupboards and drawers in search of his prize. “Aha!” he whispered softly picking up an almost empty can of Folgers out of a dusty cupboard. “Now, where would the pot be?” Liras continued his search, coffee in hand for something to make it in, for he wasn’t one to eat coffee grinds raw. Coming up fruitless, he restarted his search, countertops just as bare as the cupboards, “Maybe one of those little coffee shops is still open...” Liras sighed hopping up onto the counter to look in the higher cabinets.

“What are you looking for, Father?” Liras jumped back, barely catching himself to land in a crouch on the kitchen floor, he brought a large hand to his chest, “Good Jesus! Atreyu, you scared the shit out of me!” Liras looked up at the boy who sat atop the refrigerator swinging his legs casually, a playful smile on his face. “I’m sorry. What are you looking for?” Atreyu cocked his head to the side, inquiring further why Liras still kneeled. Liras coughed quietly to hide his embarrassment and stood, “I was looking for the coffee pot, but now that you are awake, we can leave.” Setting the coffee can on the counter gently, he turned and plucked the boy off the refrigerator with ease. “So, we weren’t going to stay here for much longer, Father?” Shaking his head Liras made his way back up the stairs, “No, we weren’t. Gather your clothes, and lets go, this house is beginning to reek.” Dropping the boy and wrinkling his nose, Liras picked his shirt up off the floor and tugged it on, not bothering with the silver and black buttons.

Too true were his words that the house had begun to smell, the corpses of the houses previous occupants were beginning to rot, and soon the police would come to investigate the putrid stench. Liras did not want to be here when they arrived. Having more than one felony, and probably more than a couple murder charges, the authorities, and him were not the very best of friends. He followed Atreyu with his eyes, making sure he grabbed everything he had brought into this house. “Do you have everything?” He inquired when the small boy slung his backpack over his shoulder and stood in front of Liras, looking up at him expectantly. Atreyu glanced around the room once more and nodded in finality, “Yes, I have it all.” Liras nodded and led the way down the stairs, through the living room and pausing at the front door, so Atreyu’s kleptomania could be satiated. The little demon could stuff an entire household worth of things into that little backpack he carried around. When the child rejoined him he continued out the door and into the night, when they had gotten far enough out of the vicinity, Liras lifted the illusion from the neighborhood. As they walked a scream was heard, and immediately he could sense one of their closer neighbors dialing 911. “Start running, Atreyu.” Liras whispered, and the child took off a few moments later he followed, quickly the two of them disintegrated into the darkness, the sound of sirens at their heels.


“Please Sir, allow me to at least shelter my son for the night.” Liras bowed politely to his newest victims, an old couple. Very stereotypical hardass oldies, graying hair, high water pants, and a double barrel shotgun pointed directly at his chest. Raising a fuzzy eyebrow the old man eyed Liras suspiciously, “Alright, just the boy”. Liras winked discreetly at Atreyu as the old mans wife stepped aside to let him through, wrapping him in a blanket when he entered the house. “You can come for him in the morning, now get out of here.” The old man shoved at Liras with the rifle, and he bowed again granting the mans wish to move away. “Thank you, sir. Goodnight.” Liras turned and walked off down the street waiting until the couples door had closed to take off into their backyard and look for the closest window with the easiest access. “Come on Atreyu, make it quick. Fucking cold outside tonight…”

Atreyu tried to cover his disgust with a happy smile as the old woman offered him green pajamas covered in furry little animals. “You must be tired child, get some rest and we’ll see about breakfast tomorrow.” The old biddy smiled and set the green atrocity on the bed before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Atreyu waited a beat before changing his appearance from that of a homeless little boy to the demon child he truly was. From blue to purple and black his eyes changed, and his poorly cropped brown hair grew out to his waist changing back to its original golden color. He flexed his hands as his claws resumed their outstretched position and his wings unfurled from their arrangement curled tight to his spine. “Where did he say the master bedroom was?” he opened the bedroom door slowly, an impish smile on his face as he tiptoed down the hallway to the master bedroom. Cracking the door open slightly, he looked around before sliding silently into the room. “Nice digs, we should be able to stay here for a while.” Resisting his urges to loot the place, he made his way to the large window.
Pulling back the curtains and scanning the backyard he made sure he was in full view of whoever was watching in the backyard as he unlocked the window and backed away. Moments later the window slid open and Liras rested on the window sill, his arms wrapped around himself for warmth, “Fuck, its cold!” he stepped inside and slammed the window shut, patting Atreyu on the head as he passed the boy. “Nice place we got here. Find some thing’s you like?” he said picking up an antique bauble and began tossing it between his hands. Atreyu watched him with wide eyes and nodded; “I found a lot of things Father…” he trailed off becoming entranced in the safety of his future property. Liras looked from Atreyu to the trinket and smirked, “You want this?” the child nodded and stepped closer reaching out small hand to take his endangered toy. Liras held it above his head and pointed with his free hand to the door. “Get rid of them or make them pliant and you can have your little toy, but,” he paused thoroughly amused by Atreyu’s definite interest in the worthless piece of glass, “If I have to interfere at all, I won’t let you take anything from this house, got it?” He waited for the child to nod before setting down the trinket carefully on the dresser.

Liras followed the demon with his eyes as he ran down the stairs, and could hear him as he unsheathed his blades. The crisp sound of metal against metal made him smile, but when the gunshot rang through the house he bolted down the stairs, swinging himself around the banister and froze. Slowly a smile crept onto his lips, his pet held the couple at gun point with the old mans shotgun. A hole in the wall where the man had tried to shoot the boy, though had ended up missing terribly, crumbled and dropped debris onto a small showcase filled with more priceless little trinkets. Atreyu looked over his shoulder at the case then back at the couple that trembled in fear against the smooth white wall. “You almost hit the case. Your lucky you didn’t.” The old woman opened her mouth to scream. “I don’t want to hurt you, Mrs. Rivers. Please hush.” Liras raised a brow when Atreyu used the woman’s name, normally the child could careless about the names of his victims, he must have seen a monogrammed towel with their name on it or something. Quickly Atreyu negotiated their stay, that they would leave the two in the morning and would never come back if they promised never to speak that they had been there. “Also, I want all your trinkets, everything, I will be allowed to take anything I want and you are to say nothing. If one of your friends asks, you sold them. Okay?” Reluctantly the two nodded and Atreyu smiled, cracking the gun in half single-handedly, and replacing his daggers in their sheaths. “Good, Good. Thanks for letting us in again.” Atreyu turned to Liras, awaiting his response.

Liras nodded and smiled patting the child on the shoulder before jogging back up the stairs. Atreyu followed suit glancing back at the couple, who waited for them to return upstairs before they talked to each other about calling the police. “Very nice, as promised, you can have whatever you want. Next time I think you should just kill them. It’s easier that way.” Liras went down the hall and looked through each room before disappearing into the last room on the right side of the hall. Atreyu smiled hugely at the compliment and spun in a quick circle. Yes! Now I can get those Faberge eggs in the guest room. He thought giddily as he skipped into the room Mrs. River’s had shown him originally and picked up each little egg, stuffing them gently into his bag.

When he reached the last egg he looked around the room, pleased with himself that he had successfully retrieved everything in the room he claimed as his. He headed for the door to start on the next room and ran into the only woman in the house. Her tear streaked face hurt him, for a demon not used to feeling sadness or regret he took a step back, confused at the new emotion that flooded his mind and wore down his body until he fell on the floor. “Come here child, I know you mean us no harm, that man is controlling you with something. Come tell me.” She held out her arms to him as though she truly wanted to protect him from his master. He shook his head rapidly and opened his mouth to call for whom he served but the woman knelt beside him and pressed a withered finger to his lips, hushing him if for only a moment. “I know you’re scared but please, let me help you.” She cooed and stroked his hair with one hand and rested the other gently on his cheek. Atreyu could feel her shaking and knew that he scared her but couldn’t bring himself to push her away, he was drawn into her kindness until he heard the familiar baritone voice call for him. As his name passed through Liras’s lips it vibrated through him, replacing something the woman had broken, making him shudder and shake his head, trying in vain to clear it. “Atreyu!” He called again, coming out of the room he had chosen to look down the hall for the boy, and when he laid his eyes on the old woman his eyes flashed a deep red as he came forward, and a low primal growl escaped his throat. “Father.” The child whispered and backed away from the warmth of the woman’s hand and pressed himself against the wall. A perplexed look came over her, then her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder. Liras loomed over her, claws and fangs extended to a full length as he glowered down at the old woman. “Get away from me, devil incarnate!” She screamed holding up a crucifix. Atreyu’s eyes widened as he realized she had intended to lure him in and then spear him, she wanted to kill him not befriend him. His eyes began to tear when he figured out that she hadn’t really wanted to hold him as he had thought, she just wanted to pierce that wooden death through his back.

TBC....

Thank you again, peace!

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Computers

The computers have all been going wacky lately. They're all really stupid. And the guy in my I.T is still hitting on me...I think. It's hard and yet extremely easy to tell with him. But anyway, look. We're making web pages about people that we think have an interesting story to tell and he chose to do one on me. And he wants me to do one on him, but problem. We Don't Know ANYTHING About One Another!! *sighs* This is going to be so frustrating. On a side note, my best at school friend, Heather, is having boyfriend/bestfriend problems. I don't think it's rigth to be talking about her on my blog where anyone that wants to can read it, if they know how to find it. So if you really want to know I guess you'll have to ask, but most of you don't so I don't have to wqorry about it. Anyway, she came to school really sad/pissed/frustrated. And said she gave herself a "reality check" the night before. Funny. I did the same thing, kindof over a guy but not really. Not the guy in I.T. either, it was for someone else. (There are freaks reading over my shoulder....God I hate that.) But yeah, it was a miserable night. Though I did make considerable progress in "Lover Awakened" I'm still not done but it should be soon...hopefully. I really want to know what happens! But I have so much other stuff to do. (I'm VERY easily overwhelmed.) Well I guess I should go now. Peace out, maybe I'll update you on the Voices later.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret


P.S: Does he or doesn't he? I'm scared of where this could go. But I don't want it to stop. I'm pathetic and indesicive. They should all stop liking me.

New Layout

I haven't posted in a while 'cause I've been working on a lot and things have been weird. I'm surprised its already freaking May! There are B-Days coming up so I've been in the F.E. alot earning some money. Anyway, I'm going to go back to doing what I'm doing. Tell me how you like the new look. I know it's dark but I was in that kind of mood...I might change it again. L8r ppl.

TwMa,
Sacred Secret

P.S: Can't be sure what his problem is. I will pose no explanation. It doesn't matter anyway. Leave me alone.