Timpani and Blumiere chapter 7-Blumiere Something inside my heart broke. I teleported to the castle and ran into my room. Just as I got out the Dark Prognosticus, Father walked into my room.
He saw what I had in my hands. "Blumeire, my son, don't! Even your ancestors could not handle that dark book... If you open it...there's no telling what might happen!"
"I do not care, Father! A world without her is empty. A LIFE without her is empty! There's no meaning anymore!"
"Why are you doing this, Blumiere?" Father asked.
"I made a promise to Timpani. And you have made it so that I can't keep that promise. So you will all pay!! Speak, Dark Prognosticus! Teach your dark history! I awake your command!"
I felt another part of me come alive.
"BLEH HEH HEH! BLECK!"
"Blumiere... What have you done?"
"Silence! The first prophecy beckons. I will erase every inch of this blasted wo
Timpani and Blumiere chapter 1-Blumiere "Blumiere! Blumiere, come back!" I heard my father call as I ran. I kept running. His voice got quieter until I couldn't hear it anymore. I slowed my pace to a steady walk after the castle disappeared from my view. When I reached Dark Cliff, I sat down and let my legs dangle off the side. I thought about my father's hurtful words.Timpani and Blumiere chapter 1-Blumiere2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I was just trying to remember Mother!" I wanted to scream. But I kept to myself.
It would be so easy, I thought. I could just... slip... down... It would be better than going back to face Father.
I stood up, looked down, and almost jumped.
Then I saw her.
She was lying down under a tree wearing an all-white gown. She was beautiful. I leaned closer to get a better view, but I didn't think it through. The ground under my feet crumbled away. I fell.
The last thing I saw was the girl kneeling beside me.
When I became con
Previously Unwritten Chapter 1An Encounter With FatePreviously Unwritten Chapter 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Olivia!" I hear my college roommate scream. "You'll never guess what I just got!"
I look up from my laptop to see her bouncing with joy and holding two tickets. "No way," I say.
"Yes way! We're going to see Axels and Thorns!"
I jump up and scream, hugging my friend and bouncing with her. Axels and Thorns is the hottest rock band. Like ever. "How did you get these?!" I ask Sam. She hates it when people call her Samantha, and honestly I think Sam fits her so much better.
"Jake's dad knows a guy."
Right. Her boyfriend, the son of a big-time music producer. Of course tickets to A&T would be easy for him to get. Either way, I still thank her . "You're the best, Sam!"
"I know," she laughs.
"We need to go shopping!"
A few hours later, we're in the middle of a store trying on everything we like just because we can. "What do you think?" Sam asks, coming out of the dressing room in black skinny jeans and combat boots.
"That's perfect," I say with a smile.
I Am A WriterI try to reach outI Am A Writer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I try to show
But they turn away
Before they can know
What I have to offer
A few people have said
But it goes over their head
It just isn't fair
Am I not more than nothing?
That's what they call me
And I know they're not bluffing
For years I have tried
For years I have failed
My friends try to tell me
My ship hasn't yet sailed
But what they don't understand
Is simply nothing more
Than I've done all I can
My heart is sore
I've taken the hints
Maybe I should've taken them lighter
But I just want people to see
That I am a writer
The Door to HeavenThe waves crashing on the sand create the perfect noise for me to think clearly. The full moon illuminates the crystal waters and defines every jagged rock in the cliffs facing west. I remember walking with my older brother up to the top of these very slopes as if it was yesterday, but that's impossible, and I know it.The Door to Heaven11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
John died eight years ago. Eight years later, it's almost my fifteenth birthday. I know my parents are going to forget, just like they did when I turned eight, nine, ten, and so on.
Now I climb up the same path I know better than the back of my hand. Time and weather have worn down the rock slightly, but I can still reach the part that juts out just below the cliff's edge where John and I would sit and watch the sunset together. He called it the Door to Heaven because of how pretty the sky was.
My brother was a frequent churchgoer and loved to be involved. At his funeral, even though I was young, I had no doubt that he had finally stepped through the Door and was living
Previously Unwritten Chpt 2First Dates, Fast Cars, and a LiePreviously Unwritten Chpt 210 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wake up in my bed in my dorm. The TV's on in another room, letting me know Sam's here. I think it's Sunday? It's too hard to remember what happened, so I get up slowly and ask Sam.
"Holy crap," she starts. "So Axel hit you with a door again, and you looked like you were gonna pass out, so he made sure you got here safely. You were already asleep when we got here, so he carried you through the girl's dorm!"
I have a hard time believing her. That is, until I see Axel's number in my phone and two messages from him: "hey" and "still asleep?" I decide to keep this from Sam. And the book I remember picking up.
"Im awake now," I text back to Axel. I don't expect a reply from a rockstar, but my phone vibrates seconds later.
"Good feelin better?"
"Sry 4 hittin u twice."
This goes back and forth a while until Sam notices. "Who are you texting so furiously?" she asks with a laugh. "Meet a guy at the concert?"
"Yeah," I reply. Well it's not a lie.
SignsThe pens, neglected on the floor,Signs11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The empty art book, hidden away,
The camera, stashed in the corner...
The broken watch on the table,
The stacks of unfinished projects,
The soft, squishy teddy bear
and the playlists, forever on repeat,
All saying the things she dare not tell.
You Don't UnderstandNo one understandsYou Don't Understand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's going on inside
All they see
Is the ditz on the outside
All I do is giggle
And talk loudly
And annoy everyone
In their eyes
But I'm not like that
On the inside
Yet no one seems to care
They ask me what's wrong,
And when I tell them,
They say I'll be fine
But I won't be,
I'll never be.
I don't open up anymore
What's the point?
I just get put down,
Bruised even more
Whenever I speak my mind.
Covered in bandages
That were once white,
They've been stained over time,
I write to show
What I think
But I don't know why;
I'll just be put down again.
I don't want to hear
It'll be okay;
You'll be fine;
You're still young;
You think you have problems
Because it won't help!
If it did,
I'd be perfect now.
I'm sick of people
Telling me things
I don't need to hear.
I need to hear
That you understand
What I'm going through!
But no one will...
No one cares enough...
Don't tell me they do,
because they do
100NLN Night 92. All I HaveI'm...alive. And back in my house... With everything I own. And Lilith sitting on the foot of my bed.100NLN Night 92. All I Have8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Lilith..." I whisper as I sit up. "I'm alive. Nothing's ruined. He hasn't made any marks on my life except for the few scars I still have..."
She smiles at me, but there's something off about it. She's happy, but her eyes suggest something sadder beneath the surface. "You don't know how relieved that makes me feel," she says. "Anna, you're really all that I have. I'd be nothing without you. Honestly."
"Lilith, you don't have to-"
"No, I mean it. Really. I am nothing without you, but you can be a normal person without me."
"Normal's overrated," I say with a smile. We hug, and I realize just how close we've grown over the past 92 days...
Timpani and Blumiere chapter 3-Timpani I woke up to an impatient knock on the door. When I opened it, a shadowy figure that sort of resembled Blumiere was standing there.Timpani and Blumiere chapter 3-Timpani2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"C-c-can I help you?" I asked him.
"Yes. You can stay away from Blumiere and the Tribe of Darkness if you know what's good for you!" he yelled.
"Stay away? But what about-"
"I said stay away!" he interrupted. "You can tell Blumiere goodbye. For good."
I felt tears in my eyes. After he screamed at me, he vanished in a purple and black puff of smoke. I was almost certain that he was Blumiere's father.
I saw Blumiere off in the distance. he was running towards me. Thinking about his father's threat, I ran outside crying and tried to hide behind a tree. Rain clouds were blowing overhead, making the sky darker.
When he came closer, I tried to get away, but he grabbed my arm and said, "Timpani, why? Why do you avoid me?"
Cracked Part 1September 1, 365 Days AgoCracked Part 12 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September first of last year was my birthday. And not just any birthday. My Sweet Sixteen. I remember waking up in a blinding sweat somewhere around two in the morning. I took some deep breaths to calm myself, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what had scared me so badly.
I couldn’t remember anything about the dream I’d assumed I’d had, but that word sounded important to my mind. Staring at my ceiling, I wished myself a happy birthday and tried to fall back asleep.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to the smell of pancakes and bacon and scrambled eggs and something incredibly sweet. I smiled, tossing my covers aside and bounding down the stairs in my normal summer pajamas: a tank top and thin, randomly patterned pants. These happened to have polka dots on them.
“Happy birthday!” everyone in my family shouted. Including my older brother, Andrew. He’s in college, but he came down for my swe
To All Girls Popular and UnpopularTo all of the popular girls:To All Girls Popular and Unpopular5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know who you are
I can list your names
Right off the top of my head
You know who you are,
You know people pay attention to you,
And you know you’re pretty
But did you know there are people around you,
They can just have your looks,
Just for a day—
Just for one day?
Not your little followers,
Who chase after you like a lost puppy
Tell you you’re pretty
And call themselves fat just to make you skinnier,
But people with low self-esteem
They’re out there,
And their numbers are not short
And I used to be there.
But now that I can see
See what you do
What you say
Even what you feel
I’m my own role model
I’m my own popular girl
I’m my own brand of pretty
And my new wish
My new want
My new hope
Is that girls like me
Will know that they are pretty too
To all of the girls who wish to be popular:
Realization in ReverseI had died in my sleep.Realization in Reverse1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That's when I realized one thing.
I looked again, and my face and the figure merged.
That was my voice.
Then I realized it was me.
"Hello..." the voice echoed.
When I turned around, there was nothing behind me.
"Hello," I said to the apparition.
Her name was Ashley.
But after looking at it for a while, I thought it was my late cousin.
It was too dark for me to see its features.
That something was a dark figure.
But I saw something behind my reflection.
I saw my reflection.
I walked up to the mirror in the morning like I always did.
I got out of bed without remembering waking up.
I am aloneMy feelings I threw into a box, too big for me.I am alone10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I created a mask, made of all the tears I've shed.
I know I know how cliche that sounds.
You asked, you asked “Are you ok?”
But you didn't want an answer.
Instead you wanted to be smiled at, and say in a plastic voice “I’m fine, you?”
Because you wanted to talk about yourself.
The feelings you had were apparently superior to mine.
Apparently I am just here as a blank slot.
To be played and then left because I ‘gave nothing’.
The time limit for you to care lasts a minute, and then you’re off.
“This ‘you’ isn't the person that we want to deal with.”
“Be happy, or we’ll stop being around you.”
“I've always been there for you!”
“Stop being so depressing.”
The Little ThingsMy words like fleeting memories.The Little Things1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I talk so much about the words,
And where to find them,
I stay up late at night thinking over this,
Getting little sleep,
Feeling empty inside,
And I wonder how it got to this.
I see all the beauty around me,
And soon replaced,
Like my memories.
How can I make sense of nonsense?
That's all it is.
Forrest Gump taught me,
Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.
I'm looking for meaning in the possible meaningless,
We're all searching through the sands of time to find treasure,
And we bottle that sand and we shelve it.
We may look back at that sand and regard it as the treasure we need to find,
But we keep digging,
We keep looking for that treasure,
When it was in front of us this whole time.
Appreciate the little things in life,
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesSpace11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But dear, what do you mean?
Do you mean you want the planets,
Do you mean you want the stars,
Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?
An infinite vacuum,
a quiet location,
solitude for the soul?
Oh yes, my dear,
I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in there
Oh yes, my dear,
It’s as empty as you.
I'm Yours Chapter 21st April 4:04pm – Walking out to gardenI'm Yours Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just checked. Someone switched them so I switched them back. Whoever switched them in the first place will get a nasty shock at dinner… Muhahha
I am starting to like this Diary thing, maybe I’ll keep it up? I can keep track of all my misdemeanours.
I just got a text from Jaiden, he said him and Luke broke up. Come on, It’s after four I’m pretty sure everyone has realised it is April fool’s day by now. I wrote back “Yea and I had a vision of my soul mate.”
Jaiden and Luke are my best friends. They were already going out when they had their visions about each other. The three of us are inseparable. I don’t know what I would do without them. Oh my phone buzzed!
He said “Damn, Lana get you already?” I replied that she did but just barely.
I don’t think I got enough sleep last night, I’m feeling a bit lightheaded. I nearly walked into a lamp. Although, that ma
Lullaby dreamsWhen your eyes shut, the world around you is to become full again.Lullaby dreams10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
All your human needs are gone, gone, gone.
Thus, you are entranced in a world of wonder.
Creating your own reality, different from others.
This dream is my escape.
These dreams shall not stop, despite the horrors of the world.
If one were to listen to my wonders before they disappeared then they might dream of diffrent things.
So my dear, did you enjoy your slumber? Dream of anything nice?
These dreams I call my beauty, they create my realm of fantasy.
They tell a story, a story of whatever my mind wishes.
With an unconscious decision from me.
For who can really set what they’re going to dream?
Holding onto them, won’t do you any good.
Because once they’re over, letting go is best.
But don’t forget about them, if they made you dream again.
LossI run before I think,Loss4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the long corridor.
It goes on, almost forever.
The floor is cold, so cold.
The door at the very end,
it's always at the end.
I want to see you.
But when I reach the door,
it's shut, locked away.
"Where did you go?" I cry.
"Why are you not here!?
I'm alone, do you hear me?
I'm all alone!"
But there's no answer.
My nails scrape against the surface.
All I can do is sink to my knees,
My tears flow against the door.
I'm trapped in the passageway.
Why I Love the Night...Why do I love the Night..?Why I Love the Night...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's what many people ask me.
'Why not the day? It's light and warm,
the birds sing and the day is lively,'
Why not the night? It's dark and cool,
the crickets chirp and the night is peaceful,
'The day has more upbeat tones,
and the colors fly through the light,'
The night has more somber feelings,
and the stars dance through the darkness,
'Summers and Falls show and bring their
color as the sun rises into the day,'
Winters and Springs relax and sing their
tales as the moon rises into the night,'
'Joy and Hope rises and sets with
the passing of the mornings,'
Romance and Sorrow begins and continues with
the journey of Twilight,
'Each cloud shows a family, a future;
something to help a life carry through,'
Each star show
Alone .It was cold.Alone .1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ophelia wrapped her arms around her legs, tucking them even closer to her body, in an attempt to keep warm. Her plain white flannel shirt and trousers were barely enough. Compared to the elaborate gowns that she wore weeks ago, she felt naked. She was sitting on the cold, stone floor, and the candle, its flame unstable and flickering, was her single light source. For three weeks she’d been here; locked up, away from civilization. Her only comfort came from her cat; at least her father had enough sympathy for her to allow the small grey tom to be with her. In a way, Ophelia pitied him… for like her, what had he done wrong? Hero remained ever so loyal to her; even though being with her meant that he would eventually suffer the same fate. She ran a hand across the cat’s back, he let out a soft purr, and that itself warmed her heart. it’s just you and me now, she whispered to him. She longed for human company. Somebody so speak to. But she w
HaikuWriMo 2014- Comment Haiku1.HaikuWriMo 2014- Comment Haiku5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Or Turkish Apple
as Scheherazade narrates,
enthralling the King.
A slice of that cake
is much more preferable
than poisoned apple.
That poor, poor huntsman.
Defying the Queen's orders
Will make a head roll...
I think we should stop
with our sanity intact.
We're so off topic...
La Vita e BellaThe sound of a radio hummed in the near distance, making me crack open one of my eyes. The lid fluttered, welcoming the unforgivingly bright light that somehow had wiggled its way through the crack of the shutters and lit up my room in a hypnotizing waltz.La Vita e Bella10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, welcoming the world back through slow and hazy blinks. The room was warm and it made me want to fall back asleep.
I turned my head to find the rest of the bed empty. I touched the empty spot and felt the fading warmth that had been there not that long ago. I turned my attention to the door where I knew the sound of the radio was coming from.
I got up, the bed lightly squeaking and sat up. I felt my body lightly crack from not having been fully used since the night before and I poked my head into the hall where the sound was now louder.
Allowing my ears to guide the way, my bare feet met the cool wood of the flooring as I drew closer and closer to the kitchen. It wasn’t un
A six-word story"Silence!"A six-word story5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her eyes told him everything.
We Move AlongI'm starting to tire,We Move Along1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind runs on a clock,
And I never have time to think,
And time keeps moving,
Like a train without brakes,
Slow through night,
And zipping through day,
My heart's felt better,
Lest I jinx it,
But my mind won't function
Like it used to.
Every day is a learning experience,
And all I want to do is sit back,
And watch the stars,
And feel the warm air around me,
And feel the dry sand on my feet,
And feel the cool water against my hands,
And feel the fire blazing in my veins and in my heart.
I want to show these elements to the world,
How I'm really a master of the elements on the inside,
A force to be reckoned with,
But time is my master.
Time prevents me from showing what needs to be shown.
Yet I've barely lived,
And I don't fully understand the way this world works,
And possibly never will.
But as long as the sun beats down on me,
And my heart beats in my chest,
The compass that I am will keep spinning,
The direction of my life never ceasing to spin,