looking for a pen pal!Hi there!
it's so fucking cold in Russia, i can't remember such a cold winter(
so i stay at home and learn English) it's so exciting, i can watch films and read books already! But as i learn it by myself i don't have enough practice and i still can't speak.
so i thought maybe some of you would like to be my pen pal?
i love paper letters but i haven't got any since i was 12.
and i have a dream to visit England next year on my birthday
write a note to me if you are interested
p.s. i'd like to correspond with paper letters ^^
p.p.s i'm looking for a girl)
and wait for my new artworks soon!
WarWar,War in Free Verse More Like This
the Devil's play ground.
A black moon,
dripping off my face,
My silver sword,
drenched with blood.
My best friend,
in front of me,
on the ground,
Luna's point of veiw.LunaLuna's point of veiw. in Profiles More Like This
I walk behind Cain, his hand grabbing my arm. All i can think is that it hurts. "Cain?" i say. "Yeah?" he answers. "That hurts" i say, looking down to my arm. he continues to walk, ignoring my comment. i sigh. boys have no respect, in fact, i don't think they know what it means. "Ok, what do you want, your dragging me to an abandoned hallway, and I'm not afraid to hit." i say, giving him a death glare. He stops and lets go of my arm. i rub it. that, is going to leave a mark. he corners me against the wall. "Are you The Udori, or better known, The Black Devil?" He asks, a serious face plastered all over his face. i feel his breath on my
Luna's PoemA white lily,Luna's Poem in Profiles More Like This
your favorite flower,
standing right in front of you.
You stand there,
The inside devil of me,
My black wings wrap around my body,
telling me its my friend.
the friend that ruined my life.
Your mouth opens,
only air coming out.
i see the tear drop onto the white lily.
feeling the pain you do.
I'm the Black Devil.
Old Memories.You give me your smile,Old Memories. in Free Verse More Like This
Begging for me to forget.
Holding my hand,
It doesn't work.
Can be the saddest sometimes.
The air of that day rushes back to me,
At the meadow we were at.
But your smile,
I'm safe now.
That your here,
With memories still in my mind.
FriendshipYou stand there next to me,Friendship in Free Verse More Like This
helping me hold my ground.
you grab my hand,
telling me when to run.
the bond and trust,
because you changes my life.
I Have dreams,
of where you leave me,
and your right there.
you jump in front of me,
when there is danger.
Luna's mothers deathThe sick mother walk up to her young 14 year old daughter. The daughter has her sword drawn, looking intimidating, but has fear drowning her eyes. The mother coughs. The daughter raises her sword, then brings it down, slicing her and having blood splatter everywhere. Everyone stares. The daughter gives a fake smirk, then brings the sword near her face. She licks the blood off. "She was a beauty, really. A waste." She says. she puts her sword in her sheath, then walks out of the room. The cold wind surrounds her. She lets her black wings spread from her back. she lifts into the air. tears stream down her face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry mom." ShLuna's mothers death in Profiles More Like This
Luna's DreamThe darkness falls over me, tempting me to sleep. I follow it's command.Luna's Dream in Profiles More Like This
A little Luna, the age of six, looks up at her mother. "Mommy, why are you so sad?" she says, worry in her eyes. "I'm fine dear. But there is something i must tell you. You are the Udori. Destined to kill. Your power is incredible." The woman named Ella says. sadness drowning her voice. The daughter goes over to her mother and hugs her, filling her with happiness and reassurance.Tears fill Ella's eyes, not able to tell her the full truth. "Almost everyone wants your power" the mother says. the daughter looks down. "And i must protect you as much as i can." The mother co
Melody.The music surrounds me,Melody. in Free Verse More Like This
blanketing me in colors,
to bright for me to see.
The melody the keyboard sings,
begs me to sing along with it.
makes me want to dance with the winds,
it weaves together to make a song,
making at least one person,
Cain's dreamI close my eyes, letting sleep drift over meCain's dream in Profiles More Like This
A little Cain, the age of six, is standing on a balcony. his eyes are full of fear and hurt. his white wings a stretched out of his back. "No.... No..... i cant be!" he screams. he pounds his fist on the railing. his crying stops. his eyes turn white. he stands straight and leaves the balcony and goes straight out of the front door. he lifts off into air, heading toward Luna's house. she is in the meadow, picking flowers for her sick mother. she looks peaceful. it irritates Cain even more. "This is all your fault. why i will never be normal! Why my father hates me." he whispers. he smirks. "How do
PetalsPetals in Short Stories More Like This
I walk, indecisive yet already broken through the massive sleek oblong door. It shines through the black metal corridor, as a blue light winds its way around it to create the flag of the Anarchy. My shadows are long and trail behind me in a winding passage. As the door closes, my heart beats loudly. Rather, it screams to me. What did she do to you and what did you to do her! I clench my teeth. Why does she keep coming back? I've done this so many times before yet I My heart throbs. The door taunts me as it ever so slowly slides down. My headset crackles. No. 65, No. 65, we congratulate you for your long service to the Ana