Oh my god. I'm tired and bored and I don't have a lot to say. School starts tomorrow I have to catch the bus at the top of the hill at seven. I hope I'm not late on the first day....picture day is Friday I think so I have to get meh hair done. The Voices lives are going smoothly for the most part. I'll update you all on that later maybe. Right now I want to write about something. It's a story ideal that is quickly unraveling. Here's my idea:
A little boy, about the age of six is standing at his front screen door in the middle of a terrible lightning storm. His mother is out at work and he is waiting for her patiently to return. Eventually he goes to bed without her and hopes in the morning she will have come home. But when he wakes, his mother is no where to be found. Days go by and the boy sees a car crash on the news, and a picture of his mother beside it. Unable to read and not quite comprehending the announcers words he figures she had something to do with the accident. The little boy is undiscovered for three years, living of the money and food that was left, the continuing checks that are sent to the house from welfare, child support and some other government branches. One day the boy is discovered by a neighboring cocaine addict and is sold for money. The rest of the story is how the little boy survives, from his point of view, and his travels. There's more but if I write this I don't want to spoil the ending for you.
So what do you think? I might write it and I might not. Sounds kind of weird to me. I'm supposed to be editing and updating A Touch Of Poison, but I'm burnt out. Maybe later....Anywayz check you out in a quick minute peace.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Yes, actually, I am scared to start school tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Holy Crap! Summertime!
It's summer you know and I'm at Fange's place, posting from her computer! (Fange' says Hi) So how are you all doing? I'm good, awaiting school again. I'm anxious to go back but I know that when I do I will be bored again. But atleast then I'll have something to do with my freaking life. Because GAH! Summer is boring. I haven't done anything like all summer and I cannot wait to go camping. The Voices will probably be there the majority of the time but it will be fun any way. You know why? BECAUSE WHATS-HER-FACE WILL NOT BE THERE!!! BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heehee that was mean but I don't want her there because she's Emo when she's not with her boyfriend. Bleeeeehh. God sometimes...anyway! It's cool though because Fange's house is fun when it's not boring....does that make sense? It doesn't have to. Anyway. I'm gonna go now. So PEACE
TWMA,
SACRED secret
P.S: You can't be serious, you think your going to get a secret? It's SUMMERTIME. Read the title. Duh.
TWMA,
SACRED secret
P.S: You can't be serious, you think your going to get a secret? It's SUMMERTIME. Read the title. Duh.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Happy Summer!
It's summer time and I don't have a whole lot to say. I went to Ozzfest last night (ROCKED) going to Ozzfest again tommorow (ROCKS X2) Currently in a CUlinary Arts class (yes during the summah) and gettin .5 credits toward school. Thats awesome right? Sha. So like I said I don't have much to say but Happy Summer!!
Peace, Love, & Rock N' Roll,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I don't know how to tell you that I love you....love you more than any words can say. I'm not sure that I'll ever tell you just how much....I need you.
Peace, Love, & Rock N' Roll,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I don't know how to tell you that I love you....love you more than any words can say. I'm not sure that I'll ever tell you just how much....I need you.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
The Burger, The Shake...But No Fries...
In my last post I said you might get A Touch Of Poison's latest installment...but...you don't. Sorry but It's just not ready. I transferred all of my info to my computer at home and so everyrthing is out of wack and...ugh. So I have to still make the rest of my writings on this computer go home. And I have three days to do so. If only Shiroi and Ryuuzaki had their hacking skillz here. Those two! All of the boys are going through some weird thing where they feel they have to kill each other to claim their place in the family. All of them have gone insane, and try and kill each other when they aren't around the cooresponsive sister. The sewt up is like this:
Ryojin --- Nami
Shiroi ---- Uitara
Kyarameru --- Yokozuna
Ryuuzaki ---- Tesu
So all of them have different floors of the house, paired with their own sister. The girls can interact with each other fine but the boys...oi. There are like...6 or 7 different floors above ground, two below. Yes, their house is huge. So each of them get their own floor (yes, each floor has its own bathroom and mini kitchen, not that they use the kitchens) and unless they have to go to school or someplace they stay there, not wanting to kill each other. Because the boys are not of equal strengths. I'm sure out of all of them Ryojin is the strongest, for now, Kyarameru is close behind him. Ryuuzaki is the tallest and has a lot of strength behind him too and Shiroi is pretty much his twin just a little shorter. If they all got into it...it would not be a pleasant outcome.
In other news, remember when I said I would get to babysit for Yukisora and Xiao? OMG It was way more interesting than I thought it would be! Pheleon' (Xiao's Son) and Veiraun (Yukisora's Son) are practically inseperable. They were born around the same time, so they are the same age. I forget which one is older. Everytime one of them got an idea of something to do he would look at the other and say "Yeah. I got it." Then they'd hop off the couh and go about their bussiness. *sighs and rolls her eyes* I'll update you guys more in a New York minute. My info tech teacher thinks the last three days of school are important. Oh btw Ryojin and them are out of school already!! How unfair is that!? Well...they are a day ahead...Pfft still not fair.
School's Out For The Summer,
SacreD SecreT
P.S: I can't WAIT until OSC
P.P.S: I Love You!
Ryojin --- Nami
Shiroi ---- Uitara
Kyarameru --- Yokozuna
Ryuuzaki ---- Tesu
So all of them have different floors of the house, paired with their own sister. The girls can interact with each other fine but the boys...oi. There are like...6 or 7 different floors above ground, two below. Yes, their house is huge. So each of them get their own floor (yes, each floor has its own bathroom and mini kitchen, not that they use the kitchens) and unless they have to go to school or someplace they stay there, not wanting to kill each other. Because the boys are not of equal strengths. I'm sure out of all of them Ryojin is the strongest, for now, Kyarameru is close behind him. Ryuuzaki is the tallest and has a lot of strength behind him too and Shiroi is pretty much his twin just a little shorter. If they all got into it...it would not be a pleasant outcome.
In other news, remember when I said I would get to babysit for Yukisora and Xiao? OMG It was way more interesting than I thought it would be! Pheleon' (Xiao's Son) and Veiraun (Yukisora's Son) are practically inseperable. They were born around the same time, so they are the same age. I forget which one is older. Everytime one of them got an idea of something to do he would look at the other and say "Yeah. I got it." Then they'd hop off the couh and go about their bussiness. *sighs and rolls her eyes* I'll update you guys more in a New York minute. My info tech teacher thinks the last three days of school are important. Oh btw Ryojin and them are out of school already!! How unfair is that!? Well...they are a day ahead...Pfft still not fair.
School's Out For The Summer,
SacreD SecreT
P.S: I can't WAIT until OSC
P.P.S: I Love You!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Defective
I think I might be defective because in Math class were doing Slopes and Intercepts for the fiftyith time and I still don't get it. We're having a District Wide Final Exam Thurs-Fri and I'm NOT ready. I think maybe I should just do as my dreams suggested and cheat. NOT! I would never cheat on something this big. Though it is a good idea....lol just kidding. I'm still working of A Touch Of Poison. In my next post I should be ready to give it to you. But we'll find out. I finally get to babysit for Xiao and Yukisora at the same time. I want to see their kids interact together. They haven't seen eacher other in a while so that should be interesting. ^_^ Well I have about ten minutes left of this class and not a whole lot left to say. Its been a good day. I've been getting my Yearbook signed like crazy. How about you? You better get a lot of signatures from the seniors 'cause they ain't comin' back! lolz I love seniors they're fun to talk to. I don't have a lot of senior friends though, more Sophy's (sophmores) instead. Well I'm gonna go now. Peace out Girl Scout!
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
100th And Counting...
This post is supposed to be happy, but I'm not sure it will be. See I've got a lot to say this time and I've been waiting a while to say it. And because I can't say it face to face to all the people I want to say it to at one time I'm going to post it and I'm going to try and not take it back. Alright....
Have you ever listened to someone and then figured out you should have made your own choice? Wanted to take back something that you didn't choose yourself? I've done that a lot. I've changed myself. Given myself a fake smile I can't rip away from, given myself a completely different life in order to fit in because I'm afraid to be myself around anyone. Alone I act differently. When I'm alone I can be everyone I'm not and everything I am. Do you want to know who I am? I would love to tell you.
At School: I'm a retard. I'm only intelligent to people who think they truly know me, people who I've let see a little bit of my light. I'm indecisive and always waiting for someone to make the decisions for me. I'm waiting for people to talk to me, to talk for me. I am never alone, forever clinging to someones arm following someone around waiting for someone to lead me. Around some people I am forever thinking about sex. My mind is gutter and I have nothing better to think about. Some people I'm beautiful, I am vain and I think about myself. To others I am selfless, I think of only others. This is me while I'm in school. What people see me as, in the place I'm supposedly supposed to feel the safest.
At Home: I am a student who doesn't know how to study. I am a singer with an amazing voice and no idea how to use it. I'm stubborn and family oriented. I love every child I see and I might be too trusting. I am an aspiring author and able to go anywhere I want and do anything I wish. With my intellect I can be whatever I want. I know who I am and I show it. I am a loving daughter with paternal issues that need to be solved. I am the miracle of my mothers life and I am the most special person she knows. This is me while I'm in my home. Where I am supposed to be able to be myself.
Around My Family: I am everything they want. I speak only what they want to hear. I dress the way they want and do everything I can to appease them. I do as they ask and revel in doing so. I give kisses and hugs freely. I'm always willing to help and constantly willing to learn. When asked about school I tell them imaginary highlights, the ones they expect and want to hear. I am loving, caring, devoted, beautiful, and happy. The ideal teenage daughter/niece/granddaughter/cousin.
Around My Best Friends Family: I am open and myself. I'm the youngest sister. I'm klutzy, and forgetful. But I'm a wonderful singer, a hopeful lawyer and an intelligent student. On occasion I maybe forgetful of my place but easily rebound. I'm supportive and interesting and annoying and sometimes very to the point. This is who I am around my best friends family.
Around Fange': I'm what she needs. I try to be all that she needs in and a friend and in a sister. I am loyal, I am caring. I'm entertaining and dumb. I'm there for her when she needs to rant, there when she needs to cry and I'm there when she just wants to talk about whatever. Intellectual conversation and retarded banter is what I am here for. This is who I am around one of the most important people in my life.
And you know what? I can't take it anymore. I'm getting my lives mixed up, not to mention the Voices. I don't even want to get started on them yet. Maybe in a later post...because I can't handle them right now. I want to be able to be myself around anyone and everyone. I want to stop hiding behind my many faces and just be me for once. I know I'll probably never get this chance. And through all of my many faces I am a little bit of all of them. But now I want to be all of them combined and if I can't handle the weight of everyone's judgement at once I'll probably just crumble and enclose myself in my mind for the rest of my life. But its a bet I'm willing to participate in. I'm tired of people telling me to be myself and thinking "Yeah Right." I want to be able to actually believe them. Oh gods...I still have so much to say, so I'm going to get the important stuff over with.
Fange: Your the biggest part of my life and probably always will be until I have kids or get married or something. I always put you into the equation when deciding on anything. I know I think about you more than you think about me. I realize how different we actually are and I strive to be everything you need. I understand that I can't be. I love you in every way shape and form. I'm sad that I couldn't tell you this to your face.
I love him. I love him and I don't care how many times we break up, get back together, fight, argue or whatever. I love him. He holds my heart in his hands and I don't care what anyone says about him anymore. He's mine. He's my retarded, ugly, dim-witted, arrogant, loserish, bastard. He's my immature child. He's mine and I don't care. I will utter his name as many times as I want. I will write on the walls. I would scream his name from the highest point on earth. Because I can. Because I want to. Because he's mine. I want to experience everything that every other couple does. I want to be able to be open with my feelings about him to everyone. I want to be accepted because of who I am, and who I love. So with pride, happiness, love, and sincerity do I say: I love Tyler Richard Pappas with all my heart. And If you can't accept that I'm sorry. If you don't want to associate yourself with me anymore because of that, I will forever wonder why I let you dictate my life. So with this do I say farewell until my next post.
Oh...and if you don't like what I have to say...I suggest you get your own blog and voice your own opinions about whatever the hell you like. I don't like flamers (haters, people who are mean) so please don't come to me and tell me how stupid you think I am. I don't need that.
Till We Meet Again,
Sacred Secret
P.S: This entire post was a secret. What more do you want from me? What more can I offer?
P.P.S: I'm smiling right now, because my body is heavy with a sorrow that tells me if I try...I will be crying later on tonight.
Have you ever listened to someone and then figured out you should have made your own choice? Wanted to take back something that you didn't choose yourself? I've done that a lot. I've changed myself. Given myself a fake smile I can't rip away from, given myself a completely different life in order to fit in because I'm afraid to be myself around anyone. Alone I act differently. When I'm alone I can be everyone I'm not and everything I am. Do you want to know who I am? I would love to tell you.
At School: I'm a retard. I'm only intelligent to people who think they truly know me, people who I've let see a little bit of my light. I'm indecisive and always waiting for someone to make the decisions for me. I'm waiting for people to talk to me, to talk for me. I am never alone, forever clinging to someones arm following someone around waiting for someone to lead me. Around some people I am forever thinking about sex. My mind is gutter and I have nothing better to think about. Some people I'm beautiful, I am vain and I think about myself. To others I am selfless, I think of only others. This is me while I'm in school. What people see me as, in the place I'm supposedly supposed to feel the safest.
At Home: I am a student who doesn't know how to study. I am a singer with an amazing voice and no idea how to use it. I'm stubborn and family oriented. I love every child I see and I might be too trusting. I am an aspiring author and able to go anywhere I want and do anything I wish. With my intellect I can be whatever I want. I know who I am and I show it. I am a loving daughter with paternal issues that need to be solved. I am the miracle of my mothers life and I am the most special person she knows. This is me while I'm in my home. Where I am supposed to be able to be myself.
Around My Family: I am everything they want. I speak only what they want to hear. I dress the way they want and do everything I can to appease them. I do as they ask and revel in doing so. I give kisses and hugs freely. I'm always willing to help and constantly willing to learn. When asked about school I tell them imaginary highlights, the ones they expect and want to hear. I am loving, caring, devoted, beautiful, and happy. The ideal teenage daughter/niece/granddaughter/cousin.
Around My Best Friends Family: I am open and myself. I'm the youngest sister. I'm klutzy, and forgetful. But I'm a wonderful singer, a hopeful lawyer and an intelligent student. On occasion I maybe forgetful of my place but easily rebound. I'm supportive and interesting and annoying and sometimes very to the point. This is who I am around my best friends family.
Around Fange': I'm what she needs. I try to be all that she needs in and a friend and in a sister. I am loyal, I am caring. I'm entertaining and dumb. I'm there for her when she needs to rant, there when she needs to cry and I'm there when she just wants to talk about whatever. Intellectual conversation and retarded banter is what I am here for. This is who I am around one of the most important people in my life.
And you know what? I can't take it anymore. I'm getting my lives mixed up, not to mention the Voices. I don't even want to get started on them yet. Maybe in a later post...because I can't handle them right now. I want to be able to be myself around anyone and everyone. I want to stop hiding behind my many faces and just be me for once. I know I'll probably never get this chance. And through all of my many faces I am a little bit of all of them. But now I want to be all of them combined and if I can't handle the weight of everyone's judgement at once I'll probably just crumble and enclose myself in my mind for the rest of my life. But its a bet I'm willing to participate in. I'm tired of people telling me to be myself and thinking "Yeah Right." I want to be able to actually believe them. Oh gods...I still have so much to say, so I'm going to get the important stuff over with.
Fange: Your the biggest part of my life and probably always will be until I have kids or get married or something. I always put you into the equation when deciding on anything. I know I think about you more than you think about me. I realize how different we actually are and I strive to be everything you need. I understand that I can't be. I love you in every way shape and form. I'm sad that I couldn't tell you this to your face.
I love him. I love him and I don't care how many times we break up, get back together, fight, argue or whatever. I love him. He holds my heart in his hands and I don't care what anyone says about him anymore. He's mine. He's my retarded, ugly, dim-witted, arrogant, loserish, bastard. He's my immature child. He's mine and I don't care. I will utter his name as many times as I want. I will write on the walls. I would scream his name from the highest point on earth. Because I can. Because I want to. Because he's mine. I want to experience everything that every other couple does. I want to be able to be open with my feelings about him to everyone. I want to be accepted because of who I am, and who I love. So with pride, happiness, love, and sincerity do I say: I love Tyler Richard Pappas with all my heart. And If you can't accept that I'm sorry. If you don't want to associate yourself with me anymore because of that, I will forever wonder why I let you dictate my life. So with this do I say farewell until my next post.
Oh...and if you don't like what I have to say...I suggest you get your own blog and voice your own opinions about whatever the hell you like. I don't like flamers (haters, people who are mean) so please don't come to me and tell me how stupid you think I am. I don't need that.
Till We Meet Again,
Sacred Secret
P.S: This entire post was a secret. What more do you want from me? What more can I offer?
P.P.S: I'm smiling right now, because my body is heavy with a sorrow that tells me if I try...I will be crying later on tonight.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
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.
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.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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
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
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Often, when I tell someone what my favorite whatever is, it quickly changes to something else.
Friday, May 04, 2007
"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
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
Thursday, May 03, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, April 20, 2007
iCube!
Today I titled it as iCube because just now at lunch me and Honora stole our friend Mac's iCube and ran around the school with it. Because he's a ninja we had to hide in the Girls bathroom until the coast was clear then we ran to find some Soph friends that would protect us. Unfortunately we couldn't find Moeberry, so we settled for Jim (almost all names have been changed to protect the sanity and pride of our Soph friends) Then we accidentally ran into Spazzy (or Keileigh...however you spell her name..-_-;) and crew and passed the iCube to her. When Mac finally found us we trembled in humorous fear and admitted that we had passed the iCube to someone else. Slightly peeved Mac stopped stalking us, and went off to find his iCube. So lunch was eventful. How has everyone else's day been? Mine, overall, had been gewd. My dog got bit by a raccoon a while ago so now my whole family is leery about going outside in the early morning/evening. When we let the dogs go outside my grandma takes a hammer with her (for protection) and stays close to the dog that got bit. His name is Ebony. The rest of our pets are not as afraid but Koruyu (Ebony's adopted big brother) is very protective of him and follows him all over the yard. Lady (our other dog, AKA 'Table') will not move off the porch for fear of raccoons. I know for a fact that our backyard terrorist is none other than Commander, a neighborhood gang leader of a raccoon. I don't really have much more to post about. I'm mad at Fange' cause she didn't have to go to school until 11, and I had to get up at six. But my school gets more days off than her so I dion't really have any hard feelings. (Though she does get a better education at AHS...) Anyway, today's question is: Why, when you know somebody is going to talk to you, would you not brush your teeth in the morning? Really though! Come on, you cannot be going to a public place with some rancid meat breath. Okay? Please people for the love of everything Holy; BRUSH YOUR FREAKING TEETH! I can't complain too much because I don't always brush my teeth either (most of the time I do) but I eat a mint or I don't breath in people's faces when I talk to them until I can get to some mints. Okay ^_^ I'm done now. Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Nothing more to say, peace out and shnite lol "...peace out, and long live the king and such..."
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I have a disease called Insta-Crush. The symptoms are automatically liking someone immensely for the way they talk, look, or smile. Then being hurt because they are wrong. (i.e: have a girlfriend, are assholes, are retarded, smell, less cute up close, don't like you, ignore your existence, ect.)
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I have a disease called Insta-Crush. The symptoms are automatically liking someone immensely for the way they talk, look, or smile. Then being hurt because they are wrong. (i.e: have a girlfriend, are assholes, are retarded, smell, less cute up close, don't like you, ignore your existence, ect.)
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Belated 90th...
I seem to be running late a lot today. Because of the WASL schedule everything and everyone for that matter is a little upside down and backwards. So, the last post was our 90th. Happy 90th post Mr. Blog!
Hope your day was good, people. Today I had to go to a weird little conference thingy with my Algebra teacher, Mrs. Clymer, and my I.T teacher, Mr. Urner. It might sound like a drag but it was actually pretty fun. They listened, and actually seemed like they cared like they really wanted to hear what I had to say. I hope we can do it again sometime, but probably not. Those two teachers are busy people (even though they're my favorites I don't talk to them that much) If any of you ever need someone to just shut up and listen, I'm always available! I'm not good at giving advice though so maybe I could refer you to The Counselor. He be good at what he do. lol I can't wait to get to 100 posts. Then we'll have a celebration, maybe I'll change the layout...I dunno! It will be spiffy. What will you guys do for your 100th post? I know it's not really a big deal, but I need something to celebrate. What else can I talk about today? I don't know I'm not sure I really have much more to say...OH FANGE'!!! Can You do me a major favor and type up that minuscule story thing in your notebook and send it my way? I will love you a million times Infinity if you do!!^_____^ So now that that is finite, I don't know what to write about again! I was looking through my older stuff on this compy and I don't like it. Maybe a PowerPoint will cease my boredom. How long can you write without using "I, Me, or My"? It's hard you know, especially when your writing about yourself. See if you can do it! It's fun saying words that end in "Tion" pronounced shun. Words like completion, demonstration, contemplation, recreation, jubilation, variation, agitation, crazy nation. Lol it's fun. Oh composition, publication, dedication, active notation. Confusion, counts because it isn't spelled with t-i-o-n , but when you say it you can hear shun in it can't you? For extra credit look up a bunch of words (not the ones listed) that end in t-i-o-n or say shun at the end! Okay? That will be fun. Well time flies when thou art having fun, now thy must depart! (avoiding I, Me, My) Fare thee well!!
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Talking. What I Love to do but rarely have anyone to do it with.
P.P.S: the title of the last post is "We Arrive To School Once Again" or something along those lines. I forget now. Use babelfish.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Nous Arrivons À l'École Une fois de plus...
Buwahahaha I love French. Babel Fish Translations brought to you by Altavista has given me my references so if what I say is not correct....blame them. ^_^ So how was your guy's Spring Break? Mine was good as you should know from my previous posty post. We're still waiting for someone to have a baby coughcough. But I'm sure he/she will be worth the wait, so no rush. Not that you can rush the process anyway. Shetsumae's birthday was last Saturday, sorry I missed it Happy Belated Birthday, Mae. I'll get you your present today, promise. What other news is there? Uhmm....This blog is probably going to be about the Voices pretty much, I've been around them so much this past week it's weird being here. So far todays been pretty good, but as I've learned I'm going to leave while I'm ahead. French sounds weird to me. It's a lot different from English and Waaaay different from Japanese (which I can only speak in my head -_-;) I can't speak the Old Language of vampires but their are a a few words that I recognize when I hear them (even though I'm not supposed to speak it because I'm not a Vampire its hard not to when you know how. When you do speak to them in their language they look at you like your insane and talk to you in a language they know you know(most commonly English, or Japanese)) You know what? One of the Voices asked me what my favorite race was and I would have to say Vampires right off the bat but Mist things are cool too (the sane ones) and Foxes rock. Werewolves are cool too and I love Fallens, and Dragons are my family. I don't really have a favorite but there are a few I watch out for, like freaking Snake demons. I only talk to two of them and those two are harmless, but the others? Aiyiyi...their evil! That makes me sound stereotypical, and I'm sorry but all the other Snakes that I've talked to and what I've heard about them makes them sound mean, but I'm sure one will come along to change my mind. Wow, I've been writing for a while now, have I made any progress? I don't even know. I was going to do a bunch of stuff in this class today but I forgot it all because my mind got so frazzled and screwed up in math class that I can't remember anything that I was going to do, except for when I get home my numero uno plan is to take a shower and clean my room because Nightmare destroyed it while I was gone. *sigh* Children. I love them. (for those of you that are daft Nightmare is a cat, AKA My Son) Well I guess I should go now and do my journal thingy, oh btw we're so close to doing Romeo and Juliet in English!!!! I can't wait I love that story as sad and depressing as it is. Why haven't we done it already? Because my English teacher is slow. You all know that! Anyway like I was saying, Peace out and have an AWESOME day, peeps.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: My secret today is the classes I have the most trouble in contain the teachers that I love (except for Mr. Joshi, I will NEVER like that guy.)
P.P.S: Even if you THINK your teachers don't read what you write...they probably do.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: My secret today is the classes I have the most trouble in contain the teachers that I love (except for Mr. Joshi, I will NEVER like that guy.)
P.P.S: Even if you THINK your teachers don't read what you write...they probably do.
P.P.P.S: Blogging is Fun.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Home Away From Home...
I'm not at my house right now, I'm @ Fange's watching her little cousin play video games. She's @ track practice right now, so I'm all by my lonesome. It's alright though I'll see her tommorow. as weird aas it sounds I'm supposed to "take her place" until she gets back. Its harder than it sounds. I'm tired too but I can't go to sleep because...well I just can't. Surfing the net is fun anyway and I've got to check my e-messages. 'cause if I don't they'll crush me. How has your guys spring break gone? Going? If you already had it how was it? As you should know already mine has been fine so far I guess. I had to argue with my mom to get her to let me stay here. I almost feel baad about it. But I think what I did was right...kinda. Bah! I'll explain to you all later. I don't want to right now. So I'll say peace and let you go on about your day.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Hey, Fange'...I don't like your keyboard. ~_^
P.P.S: I like babies 2 and younger.
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: Hey, Fange'...I don't like your keyboard. ~_^
P.P.S: I like babies 2 and younger.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Good Day
(uneditedish)
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala It’s a happy day today. And I don’t really know why. But does it matter? Today Rox Sox hardcore. ^_^ Even though we’re doing Excel in this class (I.T) I’m still having a good day! Today is really good, I 0wonder what my horoscope is for today…I read it almost everyday. Yeah. Today is definitely a good day. If I can even have a good time in math class AND info tech, it’s a good freaking day, I hope everyone else is having a good day too. My friend was in her hot tub this weekend and fainted because the water was too hot and she slammed her face into something, cracked open her chin, her lip and hurt her head, so she had stitches in her face. Every time she talks she says her mouth hurts so we keep telling her to shut up. (It’s so fun) When I get home I don't know what I'm going to do, it's so pretty outside I think I'm going to go on a walk and talk to the Voices, and you know what speaking of them, I've been here all day. Wow. The Counselor was right...^_^ Cool Thanks. Maybe I'll stay for tomorrow too. Its awesome, I haven't been here in so long. Most of the time I only stay for select classes but I've been here all day and it's been gewd. That's awesome. OH! I almost forgot,
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalala It’s a happy day today. And I don’t really know why. But does it matter? Today Rox Sox hardcore. ^_^ Even though we’re doing Excel in this class (I.T) I’m still having a good day! Today is really good, I 0wonder what my horoscope is for today…I read it almost everyday. Yeah. Today is definitely a good day. If I can even have a good time in math class AND info tech, it’s a good freaking day, I hope everyone else is having a good day too. My friend was in her hot tub this weekend and fainted because the water was too hot and she slammed her face into something, cracked open her chin, her lip and hurt her head, so she had stitches in her face. Every time she talks she says her mouth hurts so we keep telling her to shut up. (It’s so fun) When I get home I don't know what I'm going to do, it's so pretty outside I think I'm going to go on a walk and talk to the Voices, and you know what speaking of them, I've been here all day. Wow. The Counselor was right...^_^ Cool Thanks. Maybe I'll stay for tomorrow too. Its awesome, I haven't been here in so long. Most of the time I only stay for select classes but I've been here all day and it's been gewd. That's awesome. OH! I almost forgot,
Congratulations Vaun, Tikara & Yuki-maru
Heehee, if you don't know why there's three names don't ask. Normally it's only two right? Well those three are odd so their always together. ALWAYS. Yes, even in the way you think. ^_^ But their cool. You know what I say a lot? Uh huh, and uhm, and and, and Well, and oh, and I don't know, and hm. lol I say a lot of stuff a lot. I say a lot a lot too. Buwahaha. Maybe I got too much sleep. I don't know I had a good morning so my day isn't screwed up. I was late to school, but I think it made my day better (I say "I think" a lot too, and so) Have you ever thought it would be better if you could go to school whenever? Like As long as you did get there,it wouldn't count as you being late or anything. You know? Ehh whatever. You don't have to understand. Am I rambling? I met a cool new voice today, she's Tuki's friend. (I call him Rise.) Her name is Tessianavee. I call her Tess, Rise's dad calls her Tessa, and Rise calls her Navee. Interesting huh? she's really pretty too. She has really long hair that she wears up in a extremely high ponytail, and her nails are like OMG their soooo long. Like wahh! Her eyes are really pretty purple and gold swirls. They sparkle in the daylight, it's kewl. Heehee I wanna see what happens with those two, cause Rise is a playa. He's not the committed type but hmmmm we'll see, we'll see. Whatelse? Oh my friend Honora, not a voice, had a crazy dream about the people who sing "I'm Too Sexy" (Right Said Fred) What is the craziest dream you've ever had? I think mine would have to be the time when I had those reoccurring dreams where I was dating a really sexy guy and I thought he was real so I'd wake up and be all disappointed and then he became a Voice in my head (THAT was disappointing, thanks a lot -_-;) That's the only weird dream I can remember right now, I've tried writing down my dreams in the middle of the night but when I woke up in the morning I couldn't read what I wrote! It was very gay. I used the '!' in a weird spot just now. Don't you think? I do. Oh well. Because this post is seeming to go on forever I might end it soon. Because I don't want to go back and read it and edit it ^_^ So goodbye, see you later how ever you say tootles in different languages. BYEE! Oh, and have a nice day.
Nothing Can Cool Me,
Sacred Secret
P.S: My secret for today is that when people ask me if I watch T.V I tell them I don't own one, I read instead, but the truth is there are four T.V's in my house and one of them is in my room.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Hey Hey Hey!
It's not Fat Albert! Do you know the way to do eBay? Contemplation Demonstration or repetition condition of mentality disposition. Yes? No? Greenenbo. PSP PS2 xbox gamecube and wii. Gaming for gamers by gaming gamers? http://fanboys-online.com/ is an awesome comic you should go there. Friends and Lovers and Baby's Daddy's and Baby's Momma's. Little Kids and Old ones. Adults and Teens. Hair and Baldness restless leg syndrome. Cancer, AIDS, premarital sex and masturbation. Abortion, Prolife, proage, and cell phones. Driving drunk and driving sober tired anger cold and heated. Swimming naked, temples, nudist colonies and polygamy. YouTube, Fanfiction.net, Hampsters and Neopets. MySpace, Bebo, My Yearbook and The H. French class, Spanish class, German, Japanese. Sign language, deaf guys, blind people and mutes. Dwarfs, midgets, preemies, blacks. Asians, natives, Mexicans and whites. Computers, technology, videos and DVDs. Typing, Writing, reading, publishing. Can it. Forget it. Relieve it. Memorize it. Listen. Hear. Think. Relive. Promise. Keep. Children. Wealthy. Poor. Thoughts. Lead. Wars. Peace Happiness. Jokes. Retaliate. Harmony. Joy. Names. Forgotten. Numbers and math for science and chemistry. Sex ed and physical education balled up into one. reading and writing are next to electives while math is next to phys ed. Friendship and rivalry. Books and magazines.
Controversy.
Think About It,
Sacred Secret
Controversy.
Think About It,
Sacred Secret
Friday, March 23, 2007
"I Like You On Your Knees."
Don't even ask about the title if you don't already know. It's just too funny, you would have to have been there (or have a nasty mind) to understand. So anyway. How any of you have seen "RENT" the movie? Or heard "Seasons Of Love" the theme from that movie? If you haven't heard it check it out. But there's a really high note in that song somewhere around the end and I want to be able to do that I can't. (the last 21 secondsish.) I can do the end of that but I can't for anything hit the beginning. I don't know how I should say. I'm listening to Ike play his ukulele. It's so cool ^_^ Ukulele's look like really small guitars (its a gitar strang!) and the sound so awesome. Ike plays his all the time, so he's good at it. I don't really have anything else to say to you all today....hm I'll see if I have something in my files for you to read... I don't think I've let you read this yet...I hope you all like it because I wasn't going to post it but I feel nice today so... here you go:
May I Play With You?
You think I care?
Think I care what you think of me?
Do you honestly think I care about you or your opinion?
Well…
I do.
Everything you say hurts.
When you say mean things I think their true.
Kind things you say are lies.
When you invite me places I think your just being mean to screw with my head.
Exclude me and I think I’ve done something to offend you.
Though we’ve never met.
Can you forgive me?
For something I have yet to do?
Something I haven’t thought of?
Would never think of doing…
Could you forgive me for that?
I would try to forgive you.
Would make the effort to make you feel welcome
Even if we weren’t the best of friends,
Because that’s all I want from you.
Is to be a friend.
Can we?
Please?
We’re so alone…
You think I care?
Think I care what you think of me?
Do you honestly think I care about you or your opinion?
Well…
I do.
Everything you say hurts.
When you say mean things I think their true.
Kind things you say are lies.
When you invite me places I think your just being mean to screw with my head.
Exclude me and I think I’ve done something to offend you.
Though we’ve never met.
Can you forgive me?
For something I have yet to do?
Something I haven’t thought of?
Would never think of doing…
Could you forgive me for that?
I would try to forgive you.
Would make the effort to make you feel welcome
Even if we weren’t the best of friends,
Because that’s all I want from you.
Is to be a friend.
Can we?
Please?
We’re so alone…
I can't remember why I wrote that but it's probably because of one of the days in this class (I.T) that I was feeling invisible. *shrugs* I don't know. Anyway Tyler's been being mean to me lately, so I haven't been talking to him. I've been letting the Voices come during science class because I can't handle him. The other day he threw a chair at me, then yesterday he hit me with his backpack. I don't know why he's being an ass, but if he's still reading my blogs I want him to know I'm sad at him. ^_^ Now for a different subject in your comments I want you to post your favorite baby name, for those of you that already have kids please post something other than your child's name ( you know who you are -_-;) please and thank you. I'm just curious. To be fair mine are Aubrey (girl) and Seth (boy) I also like Devonte (boy) and Tori (girl) I don't know why but their names are cool. So please comment your favorite names. I found a lot of cute fox and wolf puppy pictures. I'm obsessed. There just so adorable. I've always like babies but baby animals take the cake. ^_^ *heart sparkle joy* Heehee I think their too cute. Enough with that now I'm going to work on my English homework (write a short story) you do it too. But don't put it in a comment. Send it to me! If you don't have my e-mail address write in the comment that you want to send me a story and I'll give it to. (maybe ^_~) Alright people I'm out. See you later!!!
TWMA,
TWMA,
Sacred Secret
P.S: I like country music, but some of it does get on my nerves.
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